#caretaker!OT7
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the comforts of creatures (1)
creature comforts:
↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being
→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader
→ genre: fantasy!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut
→ word count: 2.1k
→ summary: you’re a prisoner here, but you can’t remember why. you can’t remember much of anything. not where you came from, not who you are, not even what you are. what happens when a pack of terrifying monsters breaks into the facility where you’re being held. not to kill you, but to...protect you?
→ content warnings: captivity (including forced sensory deprivation, effects of dehumanization), soul bond, violence, low self-worth, memory loss, protective!jin & jungkook
→ a/n: a completely self-indulgent hurt + comfort story that I wrote (and will most likely continue to write) in a frenzy because I wanted to read it :) if you’re excited to read more of this series please reblog and share your thoughts!!
series masterlist → next part
part 1: the rescue
Something seizes inside your chest. That’s the only word your sluggish brain can muster to describe it: something, foreign yet familiar at the same time.
After so many days—days? hours? weeks?—of feeling nothing but drowned sensations, it feels like a sledgehammer to the gut.
The sheer force of it wrenches a choked gasp from your lips, and it’s the loudest sound you’ve heard in a long while. One hand reaches up to clutch at your heart, the other gripping your forehead where a violent throbbing pounds at your skull.
The intensity makes you scramble along the stone floor until your back hits the wall, the only other thing in the room that can be used to ground you.
This...thing, it grips you harder than the cold, tighter than the hunger in the pit of your stomach.
Stinging tears brim in your eyes. Even though you’re alone in the room, something else, a deep something, tells you to choke them back before someone sees. Before the pain that always follows when you let them fall past your lids.
The thing feels like hope, desperate and burning white-hot. It feels like warmth and a sigh of relief.
It feels like something he would punish you for. Because things like you aren’t meant to feel things this good.
What sounds like an explosion reverberates through the thick concrete walls. The floor trembles. You can hear people screaming, guards shouting orders over the pound of footsteps.
The sensation in your chest continues to build, unbearably so, until the tendons in your lungs feel close to tearing.
The sound of shouting and fast footfalls begins to fade, moments later replaced by ones much louder, heavier, faster.
Gunshots in the distance, one after the other. Then a deafening roar. A nonhuman roar.
It’s all so loud. The noise presses against you from all angles, closing in until you can almost feel its weight.
You cup your hands around your ears, squeeze your eyes shut, curl into a pathetic ball but it still thuds in your head. Sharp and bruising and loud loud loud.
Not that you realize it, but you’ve been without light and sound for six days.
Your brain is slow to process what’s happening, struggling to make sense of the impossible.
Because he always said that no one knew they were there, that the wards were impenetrable. Even if someone got through the wards, who would be stupid enough to attack them at their own home base?
No one is coming for you, his voice slices through your thoughts. Why would anyone ever come looking for you? You are nothing.
The heavy footsteps draw closer, along with the sound of doors banging open.
You curl further into yourself, trying to block it all out. One of those disgusting creatures from the outside must have gotten in. It’s in their nature to seek blood and destruction, after all.
Maybe you’ll be lucky enough for a quick death. But...you’re not sure you deserve it.
You are nothing.
With a horrible creak of bending metal, the door is ripped off its hinges.
The sudden flood of light makes you flinch back and shield your face. The feeling in your chest thuds against your rib cage, like your heart is trying to escape your body.
You don’t move, can’t move. Not until a deep growl puts the fear of god in your bones.
It makes you peek through your fingers just enough to see what has caused the sudden flood of light.
The shape in the doorway is anything but human. Massive and powerful, it’s too big to be fully visible through the doorway. All you can see is four muscle-corded legs that end in clawed feet, trailing red behind them. The thing’s fur is matted with something dark and wet.
The creature bends down to peer into the room, exposing a skeletal head and sharp, dripping antlers.
You meet it’s black eyes, and something akin to recognition glints in the glassy surface. Your heart thuds almost painfully.
The creature tips it’s head back and howls, flashing several rows of wolf-like teeth.
It’s much too big to fit through the door, but it rams it’s head into it anyway. Distressed whimpers fall from it’s mouth as it bucks and charges at the wall. It dents the metal, desperate in it’s attempt to get to you.
Frozen. All you can do is shrink further into the corner of the room, closing your eyes and awaiting the inevitable. Hoping it’s quick, hoping that whatever happens afterwards is better than staying here.
The metal groans, beginning to warp and buckle under the force of the creature’s antlers as it slams into it harder and harder.
A beat of silence.
You open your eyes to find the creature stepping back as much as the hallway allows. It stomps it’s feet, flexing it’s hind legs.
Huffing out a grunt, it lunges forward to charge with all it’s might.
The metal finally gives out, tearing in jagged shards so the doorway is now a giant hole.
Your stomach drops as the creature lunges straight for you, too terrified to even close your eyes for the end of it all.
But the creature doesn’t rip you to shreds with it’s teeth, or maim you with it’s claws, or impale you with it’s antlers.
It nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder, a soft whine leaving it’s panting mouth. You feel it’s wet nose nudging you all over, sniffing like it’s searching for something.
Wet against your cheek. You realize that the thing is licking your face like a dog that’s been reunited with it’s owner.
Frozen, still. You can’t make your limbs move an inch, icy fear still stiff in your veins.
The creature retreats from poking and prodding you, still panting and mewling like an excited puppy. It hops a little on it’s strong legs, nodding it’s head at you expectantly.
You...have no idea what’s going on.
You should be dead by now. The beasts from the outside are supposed to kill anything and everything that crosses their path. They’re not supposed to yip playfully and nestle their huge forehead against yours.
The creature perks it’s great head like it senses something.
You assume that it must’ve realized that you’re prey, an enemy. Pinching your eyes shut, again, you wait for the end. Hopefully it’s a merciful one.
A moment later, you feel cold hands cradling your face.
Your eyes pop open.
You can’t decide if the man leaning over you is a corpse or a god. At the same time, wondering how beauty and death can exist in the same face.
A god, from the way his brown hair is pushed back from his forehead, the way his eyes are slanted so prettily. A god because he’s tall and demands respect with his presence, those broad shoulders and sharp jawline.
A corpse, from the was his full mouth drips with blood, running down his chin and neck. Two sets of yellowed fangs peek over the plush flesh of his lips. Dark purple veins peek through his almost translucent skin, showing the shadow of his skeleton underneath.
You feel his thumbs stroking your cheeks. Tears pool in his red, bloodshot eyes.
“Oh baby,” he says sadly, looking down at your flimsy clothing, at the fresh wounds covering your body.
It makes something burn in your heart, something like pain and healing at the same time.
The corpse-like man draws you closer, hugging you to his chest as he whispers out soft hushes and sweet nothings that sound like cotton in your dull ears.
And the more he touches you, the more the feeling flares. It’s close to unbearable, stealing away your breath, vision swimming.
The other creature shifts to the ground, curling around you in a way that’s almost...protective?
A name you don’t recognize falls from the man’s mouth, and just like that, your consciousness winks out like a flickering candle flame.
They found you. Months of desperate searching, following any and every lead, no matter how small or fleeting. Days at a time without sleeping, without eating.
Weeks of Yoongi locking himself in his room, tearing apart his grimoires, carving runes into his skin, trying every locator spell he knew to get even a whiff of your location.
After months of feeling empty, feeling like a piece of them was dead, they finally found you.
Once Yoongi broke through the wards, storming the facility wasn’t difficult. They may have technology, firearms and sheer numbers, but they don’t have primal fury.
Because their person, their final piece, was stolen from them.
As soon as they crossed the threshold, they felt it. A sudden pain in their chest, sharp and heart-wrenching.
She’s here, and she’s hurt.
They tore through the place in a feral rage, cutting down anyone that tried to obscure their path, because they did this. They’re the ones that kept you from them.
Jungkook plowed through the outer gates, the inner gates, the front doors. No one tried to hold him back as he sprinted through the storm of bullets.
Namjoon’s smoke shielded him, not that he needed it. The frenzy of finally being close to his mate after all this time would’ve made a few bullets feel like pinpricks.
He must’ve caught your scent, because the next moment he’s rearing his head back and roaring like he’s just been struck by an arrow.
Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung all hear it, shifted into their full forms throughout the facility.
The human part of them, the animal part of them, aches with the urge to seek you out themselves. But they have to take care of the ones who did this to you, because they’ll do it again if given the chance.
Jungkook will find you, he has the best nose out of all of them.
Bounding through the halls with renewed urgency, all that fills Jungkook’s head is she’s close she’s close where is she oh god where is she?
He can smell you, or he can smell your panic, and all he can think is don’t worry, I’m coming. Just hold on a little longer.
He comes to a hallway that reeks of pain and sorrow. It’s lined with bolted doors all the way down, each filled with prisoners that stink with lingering wounds.
Tearing the doors away one by one, peering into each room, he doesn’t stop until he reaches the end of the hall.
When he looks into this room, he sees a lone figure huddled in the darkness. A wave of fear floods his nose, then the stench of infection.
He howls. A bitter, provoked howl. The sound of a creature who’s mate is in danger.
Adrenaline pumps through his veins, fur bristling as he rears and charges at the doorway with all his might.
It takes several tries, but eventually he breaks through.
He doesn’t understand why wave after wave of fear is radiating off of you. He expected you to be relieved, to jump into his arms the second you saw him.
You’ve been their mate for years. Why are you shying away like you’re afraid of him?
When he finally breaks through the walls, you shrink so far into yourself that it looks like you might disappear.
Jungkook crowds you, sniffing you all over, searching for injuries.
He finds too many. Before he can let out another pained howl, he catches a whiff of another one of his mates.
Jin crashes into the room, looking furious and determined.
The same pleasant pain surges in the taller man’s own chest, stronger than it’s burned in months. The bite mark on his left wrist burns with it.
Jin drops to his knees in front of you, breathing in your scent for the first time in months.
Filth is smeared all over your skin. Your hair is shorter, much shorter. It looks as if it’s been cut with a blunt knife.
He too smells the infection. And the blood, of course he smells the blood.
“Oh baby,” he breathes out. “I’m so sorry. We came as soon as Yoongi found you.”
You’re staring up at him with wide, terrified eyes. And it looks like there’s nothing behind them. No relief, no recognition. Just confusion and panic.
“Baby?” Jin whispers, giving your shoulders and gentle shake, but you look as if you didn’t even hear it.
What the fuck did they do to you?
He hugs you close, your body feeling cold and weak in his hold.
He mumbles out apology after apology. I’m so sorry it took so long. I’m so sorry for what they did to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop them. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.
Something flutters in his lungs. When he looks down, he sees you take a sharp inhale.
He hangs onto that breath, waiting for you to say something, do something, anything other than sitting there shivering like you’re too scared to even flinch.
He calls your name, and you collapse in his arms.
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a/n: thanks for reading!! thoughts??
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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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I’m glad you’re back! Started reading your fics not so long ago.
Can I request a very feverish jimin, with either a throat or a stomach infection, and worried members that take care of him day and night?
Thank you sm anon I'm glad to be back too! :) I managed to get in everyone taking care of Jiminie here 💜
Downtime for Jimin
Sickie: Jimin
Catetakers: OT7
TW: emeto
Summary: Jimin hates when he gets sick.🌡
2PM:
Jimin had to sit out of dance practice after running to throw up twice. He couldn't pick up the choreography and kept missing steps. Hoseok halted it and made the younger sit down after noticing he felt warm.
"I dont know what's wrong with me" Jimin huffed. He hates missing out on dancing but he does feel a bit faint.
"I dont want you passing out on us" Hoseok tells him. He gives Jimin a trash can nearby and a bottle of water. Jimin sits on the floor leaning against the wall. He tells himself he can join again when he feels better but that doesn't happen. Hoseok ends up ending the session earlier as he sees Jimin in such poor condition.
4PM:
Jimin hates feeling like this. His stomach has been acting up all day. He started feeling warm around mid afternoon and when he threw up his lunch he knew he was done for.
"Jimin, you doing okay?" Yoongi and Taehyung wait outside the locked stall in the bathroom.
"..mhm.." Jimin moans in response. His stomach gurgles and he throws up wet chunks into the bowl.
Being sick and throwing up is one thing but doing it at your work building somehow feels much worse. Jimin worries about random people coming in and hearing his awful retches and he doesn't want anyone seeing his face after he's done. It feels too vulnerable. But today he has no other option, other than the floor in the hallway.
"How are you doing?" Taehyung asks him after the retching simmers down.
"Ugh.. I'm done.." Jimin's voice croaked. He wipes his mouth and flushes. When he finally unlocks the door they see how sickly he looks. Jimin has circles under his eyes and he's sweating lightly.
"Jiminah, you look terrible you poor thing. And you're running a pretty bad fever there." Yoongi and Taehyung help Jimin clean his face quickly.
"Ugh, let's get out of here before anyone else comes in" Jimin says worriedly. His face is flushed and his stomach still cramping, he hastily walks out. Luckily no one else was around.
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7PM:
Jimin crawled into bed after a rough ride home. His fever rising and his appetite declined. The lights are off and it feels much later than it is and his fever makes it hard to think properly.
Jungkook tried giving him some ginger tea for his stomach. But not even five minutes later he's grabbing the bucket again, heaving up the small amount he sipped.
"Awh, I'm sorry the tea didn't help hyung" Jungkook said sadly.
"It's okay Kookie, I appreciate the gesture" Jimin says quietly, rubbing JK's hand. He really wishes his stomach would let up. He couldn't even join the guys at dinner as his stomach can't handle anything.
Jungkook goes to get a new cold wet cloth for Jimin's fever. "Try to sleep some more hyung."
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12AM:
Jimin conked out for awhile but his head is so hot and bothered he woke again. Jin cleaned the bucket and took Jimin's temperature. He's alarmed at how high it is "whoa, you're burning up Jiminah."
Jimin doesn't say anything, he's too nauseas. His stomach is still threatening to hurl up more. He can't believe he still has anything to throw up, he lost his lunch and his breakfast long ago.
"Don't force it Jiminah".the oldest says softly.
"I c-can't help it--" Jimin cuts off with another harsh retch, splashing into the newly cleaned bucket.
"Hyung, I hate this" Jimin whined and dove his head into the bucket again. His stomach is still pushing up even though it's pretty much empty. After one more dry heave and just spitting out saliva, Jimin concludes that he's done. He wraps himself up in the blankets like a burrito and closes his eyes.
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4AM:
Jimin keeps falling asleep and randomly waking up again. He blames it on his fever and his stomach that still churns sometimes. Jimin thought he fell asleep on the couch at work and woke up hot and uncomfortable. Nope, he's in his own bed. Namjoon took out the fan and put it in Jimin's room, hoping it would help him cool down. The breeze is nice on his sweaty face and slightly damp hair.
Namjoon also tried giving him medicine for his fever and upset tummy but he threw it up 20 minutes later. "I think Jimin should see a doctor tomorrow morning" the leader finally says.
Jimin whines in protest but the others all agree he should.
"I think so too, he might need a different medicine" Hoseok adds. Jimin doesn't like the idea but knows in the back of his head that he should.
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8AM:
Jimin's doctor confirms he has a stomach infection. He prescribes him medication that will clear it up within a few days and in the meantime he has to take it easy. The others continue to take care of him until he's better.
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(A/N): A Drabble for the sugar baby! mc and soon to be series.
Warnings: Ceo! Caregiver! Jimin x Autistic! Regressor! MC, (no regression in this Drabble, it’s just mentioned), mentioned ot7 x reader, autistic sensory overload, use of title “daddy”, fluff
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“Daddy, make it stop.” You whined, muffled sobs scratching at the back of your throat. Your red, puffy eyes looked up to observe his panicked movements; his shoulders and back nervously flexing under a pale blue button down as he ran to his desk.
“Daddy’s got you, pumpkin.” Jimin mumbled, “Just one ‘sec”. His hands made quick work of his drawers, flinging them open for your items. He saw your normal regressive items like coloring books and crayons- not what he needed. His last drawer was tossed open haphazardly, throwing the contents around the wooden confines.
Noise Canceling Headphones and a small stack of clothing were pulled into his arms and laid onto the couch next to you. You were rocking back and forth with both of your knees drawn to your chest, and your palms held over your ears. Tears pricked and fell from the corners of your eyes, casting hot streaks down your cheeks. His heart tightened and his own eyes watered as you whimpered again. “C’mon.” He whispered, “Let daddy fix it.”
Getting to your daddies office was normally quick, easy, and not overwhelming. Today was the opposite. You had opted out of taking a taxi, thinking you would enjoy the walk. You did not. Walking along city streets was torture for your autistic traits. The cars whizzing by felt like a drill being jammed into your ears, the heat of the sun bouncing off the concrete stung your skin, and the scratchy feeling of your new sweater was sandpaper being used like a pumice stone on the calloused foot that was now your back.
Your meltdowns weren't as common anymore, now that you had boyfriends that took care of your sensory issues more than even you did, but they were never any less extreme. They always felt like an all consuming agony that ate away at you until the stimuli was completely gone.
Now, Jimin was coaxing your hands away from your ears to slip on your headphones and planting firm kisses across your cheeks. The firmness of his touch in moments like these was grounding, reminding you of the stimuli that was present and safe. You nodded when he asked if that was better, closing your eyes as he removed the last of the torturous wool touch.
“There you go, pumpkin.” He muttered, balling up the sweater and throwing it into the corner of his office. He made a mental reminder to check the tag. He’d need to add it to the running list of your texture aversions filling a certain file on his desktop. Your breathing steadied as he slipped one of his gym shirts over your form, fingers dancing happily across the satisfying fabric. God, he loved you in his clothes. He’s loved it since the first time he saw you curled up in his hoodie after a long date together, but it meant even more after you shared your diagnosis with him and his brothers.
Even though it was coincidence, the fact that none of his clothes textures seemed to bother you made him cocky. It was as if that small alignment meant you were made for each other, or at least he was made to take care of you. Which he would happily do until his last day. He sat down next to you, his eyes still glued to your satisfied expression.
“Thank you, daddy.”
His train of thought left him abandoned at the station as he looked over to you. Your eyes were fluttering across his features, with a calm smile spread across your face. Your eyes were no longer red, and the puffiness was decreasing quickly as you finally settled comfortably into the couch. Your hands made small adjustments, twitching and twirling in your lap. It was a calm stim he had come to recognize in the beginning of your relationship.
He smiled down at you. “Of course, pumpkin.”
You faced front again and continued your stims. Jimin watched, his chin in the palm of his hand and his lips quirked in a smile as he zoned out to the methodical twitch of your fingers. Your voice brought him back to attention.
“Can I tell you about the stegosaurus?”
He laughed, leaning his head back. You were perfect.
“Fuck yeah, pumpkin. Tell me all about it.”
#tw age regression#jimin x reader#caretaker!ot7#bts x reader#bts agere#autistic mc#sugar baby mc#sugar daddy! bts
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Hey could you please do something with joon and appendicitis!! i love your works so much! <3
Of course and Ty xx I really love yours too you are so good at writing!!! :)
Tw:Emeto, hospitals mentions of vom!t
Around 2000 and something words might be my longest fic ever haha.
Namjoon's POV
"Hey, Hyung are you alright back there, you've been quiet today," Jungkook says from his seat next to me in the car.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired" Of course, I'm not actually tired I just don't want to worry Jungkook or the others.
I've been feeling a bit odd lately, and little things keep happening that are making me worry about my health.
Like the last couple of days, I have completely lost my appetite and had these weird cramps in my tummy that come and go. Usually, I'd be stubborn and not tell the others how I feel but something deep down's telling me to say something.
"Actually, I-" Is all I manage to say before being cut off by Jimin,
"Guys. I don't feel very well"
Oh no.
"Why what's wrong?" Hoseok asks from the steering wheel
"I think I'm car sick" He moans placing a hand on his tummy.
I look over at Jimin and he truly looks awful he's gone all pale and his bangs are stuck to his forehead by sweat. I don't know what's up with him but it doesn't look good. "Here take this," Yoongi says passing him an emesis bag. Jimin and some of the other members get motion sick so we always have some on hand.
While Jimin is breathing heavily into the bag the pain and burning in my stomach grows quickly and I start to feel a bit queasy myself. Jimin lets out a few fairly quiet hiccups but a particularly loud one causes him to throw up quite aggressively into the blue bag.
Taehyung rubs his aching stomach while Jin and Yoongi pat his back, Soon enough Jungkook's unbuckled his seat belt and went to Jimin as well. I don't blame them cause Jimin is clearly unwell I just wish I had said I felt ill earlier so someone could look after me like that.
You know what, I don't even think Jimin's motion sick he's never gotten it this bad before it has to be something else. Like food poisoning?
~~~
When we get back to the dorm Jimin could barely stand up straight from all the vomiting he'd done. All of the others minus me had to hold him up so he didn't fall flat on his (cute) face.
I go into the kitchen and return to the living room with an empty yogurt pot. "Minnie you were eating this earlier right?"
Jimin slowly nods his head, "It's gone off I think it's given you food poisoning," Namjoon says
"It did taste kinda funny.."
"Then why'd you eat it silly, Jin asks half-jokingly before sweetly saying, it's okay anyways we'll help you get better yeah"
See, food poisoning. No motion sickness.
~~~
It's a week later and Jimin is better after he got sick the first time it took him until yesterday to get better. He really had it bad. I, surprisingly feel completely better too. I've managed to get my appetite back and my stomach cramp still come and go but less often than before.
I haven't bothered to tell the others how I felt before because it was never truly the right time with Jimin being sick and all. I was sure it would go on its own and it did so I've nothing to worry about. Plus, we've got a performance on the tonight show with Jimmy Fallon, and I'ts not like my stomach gonna randomly flare up again, is it?
I've jinxed it
As soon as we pull up at the venue I feel my stomach cramp aggressively and gurgle just like it normally does. Unfortunately, it's so much shaper and louder than usual it causes me to groan suddenly, earning me six pairs of concerned eyes staring at me. This time it radiates to his side.
"Namjoon are you okay, Was that your stomach?"
" Yeah, I don't.. feel that well" I blurt out
"Why, what's wrong namjoon-ah?" Seokjin asks me.
"My stomach.. hurts" I whine weakly leaning my head onto the window.
Since the van is now parked Seokjin unbuckles his seatbelt and rests a hand on my forehead "There's no temperature. Have you eaten anything that might be causing this?"
I shake my head, "It's alright though, I can manage" I try to say it as confidently as possible, but there's still a clear whine in my voice.
The car is silent for a minute before Hoseok speaks up, "Okay, If you're sure Joon but if it starts to hurt more tell us ok?"
"Okay"
~~~
As we enter the building the show's staff greet us with warm smiles and waves before leading us off to Jimmy Fallon. We don't have to walk too far as he's at the end of the corridor, but the journey still gets me out of breath. My stomach's probably to blame for that.
When we make it to the end of the not-so-far corridor I feel exhausted, My stomach ache has gotten ten times worse and I could feel my lunch trying to make a reappearance. I'm starting to rethink the performance tonight.
We'd been on the show before so when Jimmy turns around he's thrilled to see us again. He smiles and welcomes us back and then starts to pull everyone into a hug. That's one thing I've always liked about Jimmy he treats us like family. He doesn't just ignore us until we perform he cares about our feelings.
Speaking of feelings, before my hug, Jimmy looks at me worriedly and asks me something. "Hey are you okay buddy, you don't look so good."
"Ah yeah, I've just got a stomach ache."
I can hear the genuine concern In Jimmy's voice.
"Oh, are you alright to perform? You can rest if you need to."
"I'll be fine I have a very strong immune system you know," Namjoon says making a muscle gesture trying to lighten the mood.
Jimmy chuckles before going over to me a pulling me into another warm gentle hug as he lets go he whispers, "I hope you feel better soon" to me. I say thank you and then we get led to our dressing room.
The first thing others do when they get in is eat some of the food the show had provided. Now despite how good all the food looked, I decide not to eat any. Instead I go to get my makeup and hair done and then go on my phone.
Now, of all the brilliant things I could look up on the internet, I'm stuck looking up pressure points for nausea. Yes, I could just a someone for an anti-nausea pill but then they'd worry and stop me from performing.
Just as I'm about to try the point Jimin comes to check up on me, "Hi hyung, how are you feeling?"
I contemplate telling him the truth but I opt not to instead "I'm fine Jimin"
"Are you sure? You really don't look well"
I tell him I'm fine again and this time he doesn't pry anymore. I glance over at the fast food the others are eating, maybe eating would make my stomach feel less like it's... slowly curdling.
As I walk over to the table a plethora of scents waft up my nose. Now on any other day, I would have loved the smell of McDonald's and KFC frolicking in my nostrils but today my body was just not having it.
Taehyung's POV
I look up to see Namjoon walking to our table, I guess he's feeling slightly better. Before I can open my mouth to ask he makes a 180-degree turn and grabbed a plastic bag from one of the chairs. At first, I thought he was going to use it as a rubbish bag or something but then I heard him gag and my mind was changed.
Normal POV
Namjoon suddenly gags into the plastic bag, his stomach is in knots and he can feel acid moving up his throat. He gags again bringing up a large wave of sick, he barely gets a break before more vomit hits the bag.
Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung all make their way over to Namjoon, they pat his back and mumble sweet nothings into his ear. The vomiting continues for another 5 minutes before the vocalist's stomach lets up. The other Jin and Hoseok watch from afar while Jimin goes to get the staff.
"You okay?" Jungkook asks "Well obviously you're not but..." he trails off. Namjoon shakes his head, "I feel sick. My tummy hurts" he moans grabbing his side. You know stuff is serious when Namjoon says tummy instead of stomach. He drops down to his knees starting to puke into the bag again.
"How long has it been hurting you?" Taehyung asks patting his back. "Two days before Jimin got sick but it wasn't this bad just on and off," Namjoon says through gritted teeth. Taehyung and Jungkook look shocked "Hyung!?" They say in unison "Why didn't u say anything?"
"Didn't... feel, that bad then" he mutters. Jimin soon comes back in with the staff and the company doctor is shocked to see how namjoon looks and it's certainly not good. The doctor checks over the youngest rapper checking his breathing and his temperature.
"39 degrees" the doctor starts tutting "that's not good where abouts does it hurt?" He asks staring at namjoon with urgency.
"It was the middles but but now it's my right side" He says keeping one hand on his abdomen and the other to point. "From what I've seen and what you've told me, it looks like Appendicitis."
The members gasp and one of the staff members whispers an 'Oh my God'. Namjoon just sits there in shock and disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a pained groan.
The doctor speaks up,"I think it would be best if you go to the hospital for surgery instantly, you can't preform tonight."
The others seem a bit sad about the news but the understand that it's definitely better for Namjoon to get surgery than to suffer. "B-but I have to perform... I" Namjoon tries to argue but stops half way swallowing thickly.
"No Namjoon." Hoseok says sternly, Jin nods and says "Your health is way more important go get your appendix out."
"Oh um okay" Namjoon says grimacing as the doctor helps him up. "What about the show" "Joon we'll be fine, we're just dancing you know, go." Yoongi comforts he himself knows the severity of appendicitis.
In the end Namjoon stops trying to find reasons to stay and gives into missing the show. He sits in the back of the doctors car and closes his eyes briefly. His stomach is really aching now and he's starting to worry.
"I won't die... will I?" The rapper mumbles. "Of course not Namjoon, don't be silly. You'll be just fine I promise" he says smiling sympatheticly. "Okay" he whispers feeling a bit more safe.
The doctor helps Joon out of the car and leads him into the ER. He explains to another doctor what's going on with Namjoon and he prepares him for surgery.
The last thing Namjoon remebes is being pushed on a gurney and then his vision goes black.
~~~
When he wakes up he's in a bright room that smells like roses and cleaning products. He tries to sit up but moans slightly at the soreness he does feels better though.
"Hi Namjoon, How u feeling?" The company doctor asks seeing he's awake "Better but also kinda sore" Namjoon replies. "That's normal to happen" Namjoon looks up at the clock the boys performance time.
"Can I go back now, I think I could make the performance" The doctor chuckles and shakes his head "No Namjoon you can't u need to rest, you can watch the show though."
The rapper nods and they turn on the room's TV. The show goes well and Namjoon smiles proudly those are his boys. Even if he can't be there with then on stage he still feels as though they're there with him in the hospital and later on they do.
Giving him hugs and hair ruffles and a Get well soon message from Jimmy Fallon. He really has the best members namjoon thinks to himself.
Sorry if the endings a bit bad my brain kinda gave up.
#bts emeto#bts sickfic#tw emeto ment#bts#sickfic#mentions of vomit#sick!namjoon#caretaker!ot7#jimmy fallon too lol
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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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For a good a fate
Where Fate reader Taehyung has to endure a brutal headache after overusing his abilities and ot7 are there for him.
Or basically I wanted some good old fluffy caretaking and this is my attempt with an idea I had for a while but was unsure about.
♡ sickie: Taehyung
♡caretakers: ot7: mainly 3Js (can be read as platonic or romantic)
♡warnings: migraine like symptoms induced by overusing powers, emeto, nose bleeds, character with psychic powers, one sorta implied sex joke (NOT BETWEEN ANY OF THE MEMBERS), idk if it needs a warning but Jimin and Jungkook bath Taehyung if you are uncomfortable with that (he keeps his boxers on tho)
*Based off season's greetings 2022*
Also, if seems like there’s random information or unneeded explanations that’s because I might make a really miniseries out of this but idk
And ngl this is definitely not my best work but I really liked the concept and maybe I’m falling back into this, but it’s nearly 4 am and I just wanted to get this up.
anyways enjoy tho x
The cards laid in front of Taehyung blurred, his voice drawling off as his vision mimicked a camera losing focus and all the golds and glitters in the room blended into the same mesh, “The cards show…”
“They show…” Taehyung shut his eyes to stop the wince forming in his throat along with pinching his brows together for a second hoping to ease the pulse winding up behind them to get through this last reading over. The couple on the opposite end of the table held each other tightly with faces caved with uneasy desperation yet also anticipation and Taehyung could feel an edge of guilt make way between the pain working through his skull. Normally, the fate reader would turn every reading into an experience of wonder. Usually talking with a slower, even deeper voice and twisting his sentences into riddles or poetry to bring the most enchanting experience to his clients, but today he couldn’t even finish a sentence with cards that he already knew what was on them.
The fate reader wasn’t sure why his little store had been so busy today. While preparing to lock up the familiar pressure and wooziness of over using his abilities had started to make their way now in his temple, telling that if he was to even think about working any more his body would be doing the complete opposite of rewarding him and sealed the warning with a couple of droplets of blood dripping from his nose. Right as he flicked them away, he looked out the window to see two figures frantically making their way towards the entrance with a powerful enough sense of urgency that Taehyung could feel it himself.
It was a young couple. Begging the fate reader for a reading as they had driven two days after hearing about his perfect accuracy and them needing to know if there is a child in their future. While Taehyung found it hard to listen to them through the small waves of light headedness that were crashing over him the sympathetic side of him began to cloud over the voice telling him he was already having symptoms of overworking him self to step back, but he was taking the woman’s hand to sit down.
“The empress,” A spark of his energy finally returned. “Congratulations, strong fertility is in your future.”
The couple's face stayed blank for a second before breaking into a shared squeal, leaping for each other. The scene did light something warm in Taehyung’s heart, but the noises also felt like a bullet to the brain if Tae was allowed to indulge in the dramatic tone in the room.
“God thank you, thank you so much.” The man turned to face him and the smile on his face was enough for Taehyung to feel the strain building behind his eyes was worth working past him limits. “While I guess we should try to quickly make it home then, thank you so much again.”
Slumping back into his chair, the fate reader was just greatfull he didn’t have to finish the rest of the reading and come up with an explanation for the rest of the cards sitting on the table. Maybe if had been a different day Tae would have willed the couple to stay, tell them that the cards were rigged and mostly for display (as well as if a bad reading was to happen all the blame fell on the cards or what ever the client wanted him to use in his readings) and the real fortune-telling came from the man himself when he touched the women’s hand when he led her to sit and actually saw a little baby bundle up in the man’s arms while a clear second one was on the way (It would have a priceless moment to see what could have been even more sparkles and joy in their eyes at what he actually saw.) Really he just put the cards with the empress first and hoped when they found out the card was associated with maternal influence that would be enough for them to leave because the idea of slamming his head onto the table to pass out for the rest of the week was getting too tempting.
Looking into someone’s future for something specific always took way much
energy than just getting a quick glance into their fortune.
And then it hit Taehyung that he still needed to finish locking up. Taehyung whined to himself, this will take a while.
(I Did not mean for the intro to be this long, sorry)
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“Taetae you’re home!” Jimin was the first to notice Taehyung step into the living room entrance, being greeted by Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok, a blasting tv and lights on everywhere in the house (pretty much a garage hide out)like it had known of Taehyung’s carelessness for his limits and also wanted to join in the tournament plaguing his forehead.
“Tae, it took you longer than usual to get home, is everything okay dear?” He didn’t even notice Hoseok had gotten up or that he was holding his face till the strategist spoke.
His normal twenty-minute walk home had become a good forty minutes after having to stop every couple of minutes at different bus stops to sit because he felt if he continued on the word would slip away from underneath his feet, not including the five minutes it took for him to finally make up the courage to endure opening the garage door up plus adding another five minutes of him squatting on the floor and holding his head to stop himself from passing out from the throbbing induced from the noises of the door opening.
Tae tried to gently shake his hands off, “Wanted to go past the river, m’m ok just tired.” He tried to turn away, feeling something start to drip down his nose again, but Hoseok still cupped his cheeks to inspect him.
“Hey wait, you have a bit of…. oh.” the pad of the strategist’s thumb lightly grazed above Taehyung’s lip, while his expression faltered into serious yet concerned demeanour. Hoseok then brought his hand up to Tae’s temple for him to lean into. “You overused again.” Taehyung made a small whineand nodded to fall deeper into the older's palm with a sigh and closed eyes. He heard a gasp from Jimin and cracked one eye open enough to see Jimin ogle for the remote to turn the tv off while Jungkook swiftly got up to dim the lights.
Hoseok moved his hand away (much to Taehyung’s dismay) muttering a “Oh Taehyungie what are we going to do with you?” and wrapped it around the fate reader's waist to rest it on his stomach, taking Taehyung’s hand with his other one mouthing “Do you want to go to the couch?” stroking his thumb against Tae’s knuckles, who nodded back listlessly.
“Mmm sorry, it was a young couple ann’d they drove two days to-see me.” Taehyung paused, the small journey was enough to make the room start feeling a little lopsided again. “They really wanted to know if there is children in their future.”
Hoseok made a sympathetic hum and rubbed at Taehyung’s shoulder, helping him make his way to the last couple steps before the sofa, “Your hearts too big for your good.” Hoseok spoke softly, “Are you nauseous at all, still dizzy?” He whispered, with the news of him having a headache he could expect everyone to be speaking in hushed tones for the time being.
“Still a little dizzy, I just want the world to stop for a moment.” Tae sat down, bringing his head to rest in his hands, and Jimin wrapped his arm loosely around Taehyung’s upper torso.
“Do you perhaps want a bath Taehyungie, you know, to wash the dirt and fates of the day away?”
Taehyung just nodded and felt Jimin’s hold slowly leave him, “Kook come help me.” Jimin whispered and the weight next to him disappeared, but he felt a hand softly pat his hair before the two completely left, “I wish there was more we could do to help you Hyungie.”
It was true, there wasn’t much that could be down from a headache induced by over using his abilities. Namjoon had once spent hours slaved away try to come up with a remedy for both when Seokjin would get tension headaches after spending hours looking at his computer since no medication was working enough and to aid Taehyung’s overuse ‘migraines’ as no medication could do anything for him. Thankfully the treatment works wonders for Seokjin and even helps the others through their head pains, but to this day still remained as just a funny tasting liquid for Taehyung.
“My poor Taetae.” The weight in the cough was back, but now with Hobi next to him. Taehyung leaned over and rubbed his face into Hosoek’s upper arm like he could physically rub away the awareness of the fibres of his skin (and the room still felt way too bright.)
“It’ll pass eventually, Hyung thinks you're so strong for going through this for the couple.” His hand was back on Tae’s shoulder, and Taehyung could only sigh in acknowledgement. “Hey don’t fall asleep yet.” To that the fate reader made another tiny whine and settled into the silence, occasionally being broken by Taehyung shifting positions, Hoseok cooing at him and a “Tae, the bath is ready.”
The first thing the fate reader noticed about the bathroom was how steamy it had become and the natural light that would normally seep through the window above the bath had been sealed behind one of Taehyung’s canvases with it being just the right fit to leave a tiny bit of light to leak over the top of it to have enough lighting to still see through the room.
The thought the two put in was honestly enough for Taehyung to want to cry and if it had been in a different circumstance Jimin and Jungkook would probably be making a show of their efforts with ‘Tadas,’ and Jazz hands, though a new surge of wooziness was enough for Taehyung to slightly sway and Jungkook had to grab his arm and slowly lead him over to the closed toilet lid to strip down to his boxers.
The second Taehyung‘s skin touched the water he let out a shaky breath, a hint of tension left around his neck as he melted into the water, eagerly however still slowly leaning his head against the makeshift towel pillow. “Wait, don’t go too far in yet, Hyung.” Jungkook was grabbing an equally steamy flannel from the sink and kneeled down in front of the bath. He cupped Tae’s cheek and with the faintest movement tilted Taehyung’s face ever so slightly towards him and started to gently wipe at the glitters Tae used to cover the scratch running down his eye, continuing onto lightly scrub at the rest of his daily make up finishing by laying the mildly warm flannel onto Taehyung’s eyes.
Jimin was next to act, sitting on the tiles that connected the bathtub to the wall, with the shower head on a low but pleasant temperature setting. Jimin began at the base of Taehyung’s forehead, massaging it with one hand then carding his fingers through’s Tae’s curls like they made of the most delicate strands of glass and let the water breeze through them before restarting the massage, occasionally muttering something along the lines of “You’re too kind to do that for the couple, let’s stop getting into this position yeah?” or simply humming a simple breathy tune, Jungkook kept leaning over to urge Taehyung to take a sip of a water bottle or to suck on ice chips the two had also brought up for him. Taehyung felt like he could drift off to the sweetness of it all, but as the water grew colder in the pits of his stomach he could start to feel the rise of the little breakfast he had that morning gradually turn into a churning sensation as well as his throat going a tiny bit warm. “Out now?” Tae could guess Jungkook must have taken notice of the small discomfort in Taehyung position from his sudden twisting to ease the fullness starting to present itself in his tummy.
Taehyung breathed loudly in confirmation, not ready to jolt his stomach just yet, but Jimin’s hands were already finding their way around Taehyung’s torso, joined by Jungkook’s. “On three okay?” Taehyung nodded and put one arm around his stomach and the other into the side of the bath and pushed him up once Jimin whispered ‘3,’ not to his surprise his head buzzed along with the change in height.
Taehyung grimaced as the flannel fell off his eyes, letting the light still occupying the bathroom shock his eyes enough for him to just stagger a little bit and a hand caught him, stroking his back lovingly. “You did good, kookie brought some of his clothes for you to wear.” He must have zoned out so hard during the duration of the bath, he didn’t even notice the youngest leave. They sat him again onto the closed toilet lid. Jimin taking it upon himself to dry the fate reader while Jungkook put his folded clothes onto Taehyung’s lap, “the loosest I have and no scents.”
‘They are so precious,’ a small smile formed on Taehyung’s lips.
It felt hopeless for Taehyung to need Jimin and Jungkook to help him make his way to his bedroom, yet the pair still rubbed his head and patted his back through the hallway with no annoyance on their faces, rather concern, telling him with affection in their voices to sit and not lay down when he wanted to finally crash seeing his bed.
“First this, then off to bed.” Hobi walked through holding a cup of fresh tea still steaming. Hoseok sweetly curled his lips in sympathy when Taehyung turned his head away from the feeling of his tummy becoming even more turby at the thought of adding anything to it’s already sloshing mixture.
“Mm, nauseous.” The pain still painfully danced behind Taehyung’s eyes, he tried to suppress it by placing a palm to one of them, but it was no advil. Hoseok sat down next to him, sighing, “You didn’t eat much before you left for work, and you said it was a busy day, it’s better than throwing up bile later.” Taehyung hummed, still looking at the tea and imaging it not settling well at all in his stomach. “Plus, maybe it will actually calm down the nausea for once.“ They always made him drink tea as he had yet to not be left nauseated during an episode.
Taehyung looked down at the tea, really not being able to stomach it, but if it would get him into his bed quicker with the other three to cuddle him, so be it.
~
Everything was still blurry when he woke again, Taehyung’s eyes shut on instinct with a groan, feeling his head spin despite his eyes been closed again. The fate reader stopped squirming, feeling a hand brush through his hair, “are you up Tae-bear?”
Seokjin.
Taehyung felt his stomach flip, and he rolled over, smushing his face into presumably Seokjin’s thighs, the older’s hand still lacing through his hair. He could also hear the barely there sound of piano blend with a complementary rain noise.
Yoongi.
While Yoongi knew how to layer his music with frequencies and notes that could induce a number of symptoms into a person, he had yet to master music that could heal Taehyung’s aliments but it no stretch he knows how to sting along a peace that could at least ease Taehyung into a more comfortable feeling. It playing low enough that everyone in the room had to be quite enough to hear.
Opening one eye, he saw the brightness of Yoongi’s laptop lighting one corner of the room including his Hyung’s face and next to him was Namjoon who noticed the ill man’s glance and gave him a small smile.
It had to be late now as the other three have a preference for working at night, the exchange must have taken place during Taehyung’s nap with enough care that the three men could untangle from Taehyung and swap with Seokjin to not wake him when they could have just left him for the night.
He felt the need to whisper a small thank you and reached to hold any part of his Hyung he could, though the timing hit right as Taehyung’s stomach and head throbbed at the same time and his hand dipped to abdomen, it feeling sicker being able to feel his heartbeat under his palm.
“Tae, how is it feeling?” Namjoon got up. Taehyung could only whimper in repose and squeeze the bedding while the room suddenly started to grow hotter and murky.
No, maybe it was just his throat heating, it gaining a taste of his breakfast at the back of it and his stomach was pacing up its thrashing of it’s contents, even tightening around his muscles. Taehyung pushed himself up into a sitting position, wavering when his forehead gained the same tightness.
Taehyung’s heart in his stomach suddenly leaned into his throat and he groaned, dropping his head to sallow down the feeling of wanting to puff his cheeks out from the taste of saliva filling his mouth.
“Tae do you think you need…” Taehyung cut Seokjin off by shaking his head not meaning to and wanted to cry from the pulse it shot through his forehead, he just wanted to savour the moment before losing it all but his stomach clenched unsympathetically, and he had to wrap one arm around his stomach and placed the other hand into to his mouth wanting to catch the heave that came from him.
“Oh shit where’s the bin, oh shit sorry Tae.” Namjoon spoke loudly before dropping his voice to whisper, but the damage to Taehyung’s temple had been done, wincing from the exposure of his loud voice that he could compare to an explosion in his skull. He heaved as a reflex, only a tiny bit of drool pooled his mouth, but it was enough to trigger the next wet cough.
“Okay, you’re okay.” The bin was finally pushed in front of Taehyung in time for the sound of vomit to gurgle up his throat and push him to gag a spray of liquid into it. He hated that the cramps forcing the vomit out of him were comparable to the pressure hitting behind his eye and god there was a second round that cut his breathing break off.
Taehyung had to cling onto the bin if he didn’t want to fall in, and Seokjin reached for it and brought it closer to him. “Can you two go prepare a broth and flannel.” Jin’s free arm snaked around Taehyung’s stomach to keep him place as the next heave doubled him over in a choke.
Taehyung made a pained noise when the next gag pulled the last of what ever his stomach could find into the bin, leaving him a now empty yet cramping tummy that Jin’s hand shifted slightly to trace circles over. “Done Taehyungie?” He spat the remaining saliva into the bin and nodded and leaned back, the world was starting to go black around his vision.
“This one has got you bad.” Seokjin grabbed a glass for Taehyung off the counter, then laid him back down onto the bed once he finished taking a small sip. Jin shifted so his palm was still circling his stomach and the other under the younger head. “It’s so bad.” Taehyung squeezed his eyes for what must have been the hundredth time today, wetness making it down his cheeks. “Maybe it will just be a day long one.” Taehyung scoffed through his tears, “I Haven’t had one take only a day since I was a child.“
Fingers come to under his eyes, wiping gracefully, “I’m so sorry we can’t do anything to take the pain away-“
Taehyung butted in,“You being here is enough.” He thought back to how all of them spent the day with him and the loving touches, words of encouragement and the consecrated thought behind the way they cared for him despite him bringing this upon him, sure it couldn’t ease the actual pain in his body, but his heartfelt full enough to settle the discomfort of his headache.
“That’s a sweet thought.” Seokjin’s finger traced the scratch on Taehyung’s eye, “who ever removed the glitter did a shit job.” He brought his hand back and looked at it with a mocked face of disgust, flicking the speck off, and then smiling when a hint of a giggle came from Taehyung.
“Broth should be done soon.” Yoongi stood at the door, Namjoon poking his head through as well.
“Then why are you standing there, come here.” Seokjin moved closer to Taehyung, freeing up space for the others. “And leave it to burn?” Yoongi mumbled back but still came to the bed, “You can sleep with us for a couple of minutes.” Yoongi huffed but still moved next to Seokjin and reached over his hand held onto Taehyung’s arm.
“Here Tae.” Namjoon motioned for Taehyung to lift his head up and placed a wet cloth where the base of his head would be when he returned to a full laying position and draped the other across Taehyung’s eyes, this time the flannel was cold enough for Taehyung to moan as the hot stickiness of the vomiting spell had yet to part with him. The scientist also crawled into the bed, sure the bed was cramped, but Taehyung couldn't care less, it felt right to have them all with him, it felt too perfect.
“I love you all.” He whispered and smiled to himself, hearing them all say it back, even if his head still felt on fire he felt fatigue take over his main sense.
It felt okay, it felt like destiny or even fate that he would end up in his Hyung’s embrace.
And he was more than fine with that.
Idk how to end this sorry.
#bts emeto#bts sickfic#sick!taehyung#bts!emeto#Bts!sickfic#caretaker!ot7#The hardest part was naming it..-
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Lavender
Title: Lavender
Word Count: 5191
Summary: Hoseok gets exposed to perfume and he keeps sneezing the rest of the day (from a request).
A/N: I kinda wrote it with poly ot7 intentions but I’m pretty sure it can be read completely platonically too:) They’re just all very close and affectionate towards each other ha.
“I’m tired, Hob-ah,” Yoongi says, adjusting his hat to sit lower over his eyes. He pulls his face mask up just a little bit too, ensuring his face is completely hidden, barely-visible eyes narrowed as they scan the mall food court. “Let’s head home.”
Hoseok, who’s having a moment with his iced Americano, simply nods and starts to gather his things up. He slings his purse over his shoulder and pulls the brim of his baseball hat back around to face the front again, making a mess of his hair in the process.
“You need a haircut soon,” Yoongi notes, reaching over to tuck some of Hoseok’s hair behind his ear. He does the same on the other side, smiling as Hoseok continues to sip his coffee.
“I don’t know,” Hoseok replies after a moment, releasing the straw from his mouth long enough to lick his lips and turn his hat backwards again. “I’m kind of liking it longer.”
“It looks cute,” Yoongi says quickly, resisting the urge to fix Hoseok’s hair again. He looks cute with his hat backwards like that, too, but Yoongi keeps that part to himself. “I just meant maybe a trim around the ears. C’mon, let’s go. Did I mention I’m really fucking tired?”
“Mm hmm,” Hoseok replies, back to sipping his coffee. He and Yoongi stand and make their way through the mall, thankful that the crowds aren’t too bad today.
They’re passing by a perfume shop when Yoongi suddenly slows, his head turning sharply to the side.
“Shit,” he hisses, his arm shooting out across Hoseok’s chest to stop him from moving forward too. The impact makes a loud thump and Hoseok jumps, both in surprise at the abruptness of the action and at the pain it causes in his chest. He’s still reeling from the sudden stop when Yoongi curses again, then moves to stand right in front of him, his eyebrows furrowed as he faces Hoseok.
“What?” Hoseok asks, confused, but then Yoongi’s fist is twisting in the front of his shirt and he’s being nudged backwards.
A few seconds later it reaches him; the strong smell of lavender hits him like a slap in the face, filling his nose and lungs so quickly that he feels like he’s choking for a moment, breath stuttering out of his throat as the scent invades his sinuses. The effect is immediate. One second, he’s trying to figure out why Yoongi looks so angry and the next, he’s sneezing so hard it makes his throat sting.
“Hhh-hhh’ATCHSH! hatch’SHII! HACHSH! HTCHSH! hhh…ihh’HTCHSH’iii! HACHSH! Hhhh…”
Hoseok is breathless, panting heavily through his mouth by the time his body makes it through the first round of a whopping eleven sneezes. There’s a hand around his upper arm and he trusts that it’s Yoongi who’s guiding him through the mall, because he can’t see a damn thing through the tears streaming from his eyes. Every sneeze that rips through him threatens to toss him forward but Yoongi’s hand is firm, and so is the hand on his back that’s keeping him moving forward even as his brain screams at him to stop and focus on absolutely nothing else other than sneezing the irritant out.
“Hahh-tshch! hatch’SHII! HTCHSH!”
“Okay, oh–! Okay, you’re okay. Oh, fuck, Hob-ah. Okay. Shit.”
Yoongi’s starting to sound a little panicked, and Hoseok can feel his own heart thumping wildly in his chest. It joins the tight, itchy feeling that’s in his lungs and his throat and his nose, the feeling that he only gets when he gets anywhere near anything lavender scented. Sometimes, even thinking about lavender can set him off, get his eyes itching and his sinuses prickling, and the sneezing– fuck, the sneezing that comes with it makes everything feel so maddeningly itchy that he can hardly stand it.
Once they’re back at the car, Yoongi opens the passenger side door and helps Hoseok into the seat. He leans in after and opens the glove box, and Hoseok pinches his nose shut while he rifles through it in search of something– if he sneezes now, it’s going all over Yoongi with how close he is.
“Shit…really? I just…oh thank fuck.” Yoongi mutters and curses to himself until he finally gets his hands on what he’s looking for, which is a handful of fast food napkins. He turns his head and holds out the napkins, but frowns when he sees Hoseok pinching his nose, eyes closed and mouth open, panting heavily.
“Oh,” Yoongi says softly, quickly pulling back until he’s not leaning in front of Hoseok anymore. “Sorry.”
Hoseok cracks one eye open to make sure he has enough clearance before letting loose with the next round of sneezes, aimed at his lap and then belatedly at the fast food napkins Yoongi quickly shoves into one of his hands.
“HACHSH! hhh’ATCHSH! hatch’SHII! HTCHSH!”
As he sneezes, he can feel Yoongi take the hat off his head, and then his fingers are running through his long hair in a gesture that’s both comforting and grounding as he grows more and more lightheaded with each sneeze.
“Fuck,” he hears Yoongi curse again. He pushes more of Hoseok’s hair back from his face and Hoseok knows if he could open his eyes long enough in between sneezes, he’d see a very, very worried man looking at him.
“I’m…hhh…I-I’m okay-ehhh…” He barely manages to get the words out, breath hitching erratically.
Yoongi buckles him in and then closes the door, jogging around to the driver’s side after so he can drive them both home. By the time they get back, Hoseok feels like a puffy, stuffy mess.
“HACHSH!”
He sneezes loudly as Yoongi guides him into the house.
“Hahh-tshch!”
He sneezes again as Yoongi guides him to the kitchen, where he’s deposited in a chair while Yoongi wets a dishcloth under the sink.
“Hihhh…hih! Hih– hhh! Hihh’HTCHSH’iii!”
“Bless you,” Namjoon says, rounding the corner, but Yoongi holds up a hand and watches Hoseok sneeze twice more.
“Might want to save it,” Yoongi advises with a frown.
Hoseok nods in agreement, then holds up a finger, blinking rapidly as he looks back and forth between them both. Then he sucks in a frantic, desperate gasp of air before pitching forward with a string of sneezes so long he can feel Yoongi tensing up next to him as he keeps going.
“HACHSH! hhh’ATCHSH! hatch’SHII! HTCHSH! Hih– hhh! hatch’SHUH!”
Hoseok is vaguely aware of Namjoon inching closer to him after each sneeze, until he finally closes the gap and grabs him gently by the shoulder to keep him from falling out of his chair.
“Oh, wow,” Namjoon murmurs. “Oh no.”
“That’s the last time I go to the shopping mall,” Hoseok spits out in between two more sneezes, his voice croaky. He most definitely is going to lose his voice before the end of the day with the rate he’s sneezing at. The sneezing fit finally ends with one horribly messy expulsion, aimed into the wad of napkins Hoseok has been clutching in his fist since Yoongi shoved them into his hands in the car.
“Hhh-hhh’ATCHSH!”
“Will you fetch some tissues, please?” Yoongi asks Namjoon as Hoseok attempts to mop up the aftermath.
Namjoon hurries out of the kitchen and returns less than a minute later with tissues, Seokjin following close on his heels.
“What’s going on?” Seokjin asks, grabbing a chair and pulling it right next to Hoseok’s chair so he can sit as close as possible as he starts to look over the younger man, hands roaming over his whole body like he’s checking for physical injuries. “Joon-ah said you’ve been sneezing up a storm in here. What did you get into, hmm?”
Hoseok just sniffles while Seokjin takes his chin in his hand and turns his head back and forth, inspecting the redness around his nostrils and the puffiness around his watery eyes.
“Lavender?” Seokjin guesses, and Hoseok nods miserably.
“We’re gonna need antihistamines,” Yoongi says, and Seokjin jumps up.
“I’ll go grab some.”
When Seokjin comes back into the kitchen, he brings both the antihistamines and a very curious-looking Jungkook with him.
“Hobi-hyung is having an allergy attack?” Jungkook asks aloud to the room in general. He zeroes in on Hoseok, who has to squeeze his eyes closed as another intense tickle prickles inside his nose.
“HACHSH! HTCHSH! hhh…ihh’HTCHSH’iii! HACHSH! hatch’SHII!”
“Ohh. Oh wow. Bless you, hyung. Bless– bless you!” Jungkook gasps as Hoseok sneezes and sneezes and sneezes some more.
Hoseok hears Namjoon chuckle beside him and he glances up at Jungkook to see him staring down at him, big eyes widened in shock.
“Bless you!” Jungkook says again after a couple of more sneezes. “Geez, hyung. You’re sneezy. Oh, bless you. What’s…bless you…what’s going on?”
Now, Jungkook’s expression has morphed into one of concern, and he shuffles closer, hovering over Hoseok like he’s about to climb into his lap.
“Perfume,” Hoseok croaks out. He reaches up to squeeze Jungkook’s shoulder, about to reassure him he’s okay, but he can already feel the next round of sneezes coming on. “Lavender perfume,” he chokes out, and then he’s sneezing again, face tucked into the crook of his elbow. His hand is still on Jungkook’s shoulder, and he feels Jungkook cover it with his own hand, his fingers stroking softly over the skin on his knuckles.
“How exactly did you come in contact with lavender perfume?” Seokjin asks. He picks up the wet cloth from where it’s now sitting on the table and waits for Hoseok to get a break between sneezes before cupping his face with one hand and gently pressing the cloth around his eyes.
“The fucking mall,” Yoongi spits out as he tips a dose of antihistamines into his palm. “Apparently it’s lavender week. They had banners and everything.”
Hoseok lets go of Jungkook’s shoulder, leaning into the cool, wet cloth for a moment before pulling away with a thick sniffle. He takes the pills from Yoongi, but he’s barely able to swallow them down before he’s rushing to pull out a fresh handful of tissues from the box.
“Hihh’HTCHSH’iii! Hahh-tshch! hatch’SHII! Hhh-ATCHSH!”
“Bless you. Ahh, hyung, you’re sneezing so– bless you. I’ve never heard you sneeze so much!”
Jungkook picks up the antihistamines from the table as he talks, turning it over to inspect the back with a frown.
“Damnit,” Namjoon curses as his phone starts to ring in his pocket. He looks at the screen, checking the time and silencing his phone with a frown. “It’s time for Seokjin-hyung and I to leave for work. We have a meeting in a half hour.”
Upon hearing this, Jungkook tosses the box of antihistamines back onto the table and latches onto Seokjin like a koala. “Bye, hyung. Have a fun meeting.”
He waits until Seokjin ruffles his hair and presses a quick kiss to his temple before he lets go and moves to Namjoon next, wrapping his arms tightly around the older man’s shoulders from behind. “Bye, hyung. Have a fun…Ooh, you smell good.”
Namjoon laughs when Jungkook gets distracted partway through, pressing his nose to the back of Namjoon’s neck and sniffing deeply.
“Thanks, Kook.”
“I can’t smell anything,” Hoseok says sadly in between sneezes.
“We should stay,” Namjoon frowns, watching Hoseok sneeze. “I’m not going to be able to concentrate at the meeting when Hobi is here at home suffering like this.”
Seokjin nods in agreement, mouth twisting down to one side, but Hoseok sniffles and shakes his head frantically.
“Please go.” Hoseok sniffles, sneezes again, and then clears his throat. “This is so embarrassing,” he groans.
“We’ll take good care of him,” Jungkook reassures, letting go of Namjoon and moving back over to Hoseok. He steals Seokjin’s chair when he stands and scoots somehow even closer to Hoseok than Seokjin had been, reaching over to rub his back and nudging the tissue box closer to the sniffly man.
“You’re sweet,” Hoseok chuckles stuffily, leaning over so he can rest his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. “See?” He squints through puffy eyes at Namjoon and Seokjin. “Go to your meeting. I’m in good hands with Jungkookie and Yoongi-hyung.”
Seokjin and Namjoon exchange a look with each other. Clearly, they’re not very happy about leaving when Hoseok is still doing so poorly, but at the same time they know that the others will take as good of care of him as they would. After a moment, Namjoon nods, making their decision known even without having said it out loud. He and Seokjin each plant a kiss on the top of Hoseok’s head before they leave, and then on Jungkook’s head when he stares expectantly at them with wide eyes. Yoongi waves them off when they tease him about wanting a kiss on the head too, but Seokjin sneaks one in lightning-fast anyway, ruffling his hair afterwards before skipping out the door after Namjoon.
“C’mon,” Yoongi says after they leave, tugging Hoseok up. “Lets go rest on the couch.”
Jungkook disappears down the hall as Yoongi gets Hoseok settled in the living room. He gets a fresh cool cloth and places it over Hoseok’s eyes, then sets him up with the tissues and some soft music.
“Thanks,” Hoseok says with a long, congested sigh that catches in his lungs. “Htch’shii!” The sneeze is small and tired-sounding, almost like an aftershock from the allergic fit from before, but his head still bobs forward and the cloth falls from his eyes and lands in his lap with a plop.
Yoongi sits on the coffee table facing Hoseok and reaches out to gently cup the side of his face, his thumb swiping across his cheek to catch a few stray tears. “Are these tears from the perfume?”
Hoseok nods. “Yeah. My eyes won’t stop watering,” he answers, voice thick with the congestion. “And I just can’t…I c-can’t st-ahh…”
Yoongi frowns as Hoseok trails off, unable to finish his sentence as he gears up for yet another round of sneezing.
“Oh, Hob-ah,” Yoongi sighs sympathetically. His hands move to Hoseok’s hair, his go-to move for comforting him, and he pushes all the loose strands back from his face, tucking them behind Hoseok’s ears after every few sneezes.
“Ughhhh,” Hoseok moans congestedly when he finally catches a break, slumping back against the couch. Yoongi keeps one hand moving through his hair and uses the other to pluck a tissue out from the box and hand it over. Hoseok closes his puffy eyes, blows his nose, and then lets Yoongi take the used tissue and tuck another one into his grip without looking. They repeat the process a few times, Hoseok too exhausted to open his eyes as he blows his nose.
Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook appear a few minutes later, arms full of all kinds of shit that make Yoongi raise his eyebrows in suspicion– especially Taehyung, who hangs back a little, hands hidden behind him.
“Bless you, hyung,” Taehyung says when Hoseok greets the maknaes with a tired smile and four itchy-sounding sneezes. “Jungkookie told us you had a bad time at the mall.”
“Our poor sunshine-hyung,” Jimin coos as he plops down onto the couch next to Hoseok, cuddling up against his side and reaching up to smooth his hair back from his face when Yoongi pulls his hand away. He keeps his fingers moving through Hoseok’s hair even when he scrunches up his red nose, cups a hand over his mouth, and sneezes tiredly, his head bobbing forward just slightly. “Our sneezy sunshine-hyung,” Jimin amends with a giggle.
“Hobi-hyung, we brought some stuff,” Jungkook announces vaguely. He has a blanket tucked over one arm and mug in his other hand. He sets both down on the coffee table and settles on Hoseok’s other side, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie to pull out a small box. He sets that on the table too, and Yoongi sees that it’s Jungkook’s own allergy medication that he takes on days when the pollen count is especially high.
“He’s not due for more medicine for another couple of hours,” Yoongi says. “He just took some.”
“I know, but I brought the good stuff for later. No offense, Yoongi-hyung, but this will work way better than what you gave him.”
“I’ll take a double dose, I don’t care,” Hoseok murmurs, leaning into Jimin’s touch.
“No,” Jimin and Yoongi reply in unison, and Jungkook frowns defensively.
“I’ll give him the good stuff later. When he’s due for it,” he promises.
Taehyung clears his throat. “Yoongi-hyung, are you gonna hang out with us? Or…you could go get some work done, if you need to. We can keep Hobi-hyung company.”
Yoongi narrows his eyes, looking between the three younger men.
“I can take a hint,” he says after a moment. “Guess you’re in good enough company for now,” Yoongi says to Hoseok, standing up from his spot. He leans down and kisses Hoseok’s forehead, then looks between the three maknaes again. “Come get me if you need anything.”
As soon as Yoongi disappears down the hallway, Taehyung shuffles forward, arms still behind his back. He brings them forward and Hoseok sees that he’s holding a sealed box of tissues.
“No way!” Jungkook nearly shouts, and Taehyung slaps a hand over his mouth.
“Shh! I stole these from Yoongi-hyung’s room,” Taehyung whispers. “He thinks I don’t know he keeps these hidden from us, but I do.”
“Wait,” Jimin says, leaning forward. “Those are the good tissues. The soft, lotion-y ones.”
“Yep,” Taehyung says proudly, offering the box out to Hoseok.
“How did you know where those were hidden?” Jungkook asks. He helps Hoseok open the box, and Hoseok is able to grab a tissue out just in time for a couple of sneezes.
“HTCHSH’iii! HIIISH-uh!”
“Bless you, hyung” Jungkook says, snuggling back up against Hoseok’s side.
“I know because I’ve used them before,” Taehyung explains. “One time…well, let's just say I accidentally snorted some pepper– don’t ask me how, I know it sounds dumb,” he says. “Anyway, Yoongi-hyung let me use them because I was sneezing so loud and he thought I was gonna sneeze my brains out. He felt guilty because he was kind of the one who left the pepper on…wait– nevermind– pretend I didn’t tell you that part.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Jimin asks incredulously.
Jungkook, already laughing, says, “How does that even happen? How do you ‘accidentally’ snort pepper? What was Yoongi-hyung doing with the pepper?”
Taehyung looks down the hallway nervously, hunching down a little and lowering his voice again. “Stop asking questions! Please just forget I said any of that. Don’t tell Yoongi-hyung I told you any of that,” he warns. “The point is, these will feel so much better on your nose, Hobi-hyung. Trust me!”
“You do need something gentler,” Jimin says, reaching out to rub the tissue that’s sticking out the new box with his fingertips. “Ooh, these are soft.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook says, leaning in close to Hoseok’s face. “Your nose is so red already. Oh, that looks awful, hyung. Do you want me to go get my nose balm?”
“You have a nose balm?” Jimin asks, at the same time that Taehyung says, “What the fuck is a nose balm?”
“It’s exactly what it sounds like,” Jungkook replies, rolling his eyes. “It’s for here.” He taps his fingers under his own nose, then brushes them over his nostrils in demonstration, scrunching up his face when the action is a little too ticklish for his sensitive nose. It makes his nostrils flare widely and Jimin laughs and reaches over to bat his hand away.
“You’re too sensitive, Kookie, stop tickling yourself,” he says. “We already have one sneezy person in this household.”
Hoseok flushes red and sniffs hard, scrubbing a finger under his nose. “Ugh, I don’t want to be the sneezy one in this household,” he groans.
“It’s okay, though, hyung. We don’t mind that you’re sneezy. And it seems like it’s getting a little better now, right?”
Jimin snuggles back up to Hoseok and motions for the blanket, which Taehyung hands him. He tucks it around Hoseok’s shoulders, then pats the couch next to him for Taehyung to join him. Taehyung plasters himself to Jimin’s side with a happy hum.
“Yeah, a little,” Hoseok agrees. “I don’t know if I can cuddle right now,” he says sadly, sounding somehow even more congested. “I think I’m just gonna keep sneezing for a bit longer.”
“That’s okay, hyung,” Jungkook tells him. “We don’t mind sneezy cuddles. If you don’t mind, that is. We’ll keep you company and try to distract you until it’s time for the good meds!”
Hoseok is so desperate for relief that he ends up letting Jungkook talk him into taking the ‘good meds’ a little early; the good meds, apparently, are Jungkook’s go-to meds specifically because they knock him out even when he’s having a bad allergy attack. Hoseok finds himself almost dizzy with the sudden drowsiness just minutes after taking them. He can’t keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds by the time they’re fully in his system.
Just before he drifts off, he feels a maddening tickle creeping up from somewhere near the back of his throat, climbing up through his sinuses and spreading throughout his nose so quickly it makes him gasp. The tickle is quick to make him sneeze, but it comes out pathetic and small, blocked by how stuffy his nose is and how sleepy his body is. As soon as he sneezes, he’s nodding off, tucked in the warm embrace of his blanket and Jimin’s arm around his shoulder, Taehyung blessing him softly on one side of him and Jungkook petting his hair from the other side.
Hoseok falls asleep snoring and wakes up so congested he almost forgets he can breathe through his mouth, and the momentary panic makes him flail around wildly for a good second before he remembers to suck in a lungful of air, coughing immediately on the exhale. He’s still wrapped up in the blanket but the maknaes are gone. His entire face feels puffy and his nose feels stuffy and his throat is so dry it hurts.
He can hear voices in the kitchen, six of them, and he feels himself relax listening to them. He closes his eyes and starts to doze off again, but then he sniffles a little and it makes him need to sneeze.
“Hhh! Hihhh…hh-hh-hihhh! Hnghh…”
The sneeze toys with him, inching close to the edge before backing away, and Hoseok is left gasping and sniffling, runny-nosed and frustrated without the relief of an actual sneeze. He sniffs tentatively again, and the tickle returns sharply, making him blink rapidly and scramble for a handful of tissues.
“Hhgh-PTCH’shuh!”
The resulting sneeze is explosive and incredibly unsatisfying, but it’s also messy and the couple of tissues he’s holding are destroyed instantly. He blindly reaches for more tissues and cringes in disgust. When he’s done cleaning himself up, he blinks slowly a few times and then looks up to see Namjoon standing above him, holding out another tissue with a worried look on his face.
“That perfume really fucked you up, huh?” He asks softly.
“I hate lave’der,” Hoseok groans miserably, accepting the tissue as his breath hitches desperately in anticipation of another sneeze. “Huhhh…hh-hhh–! Hihh! Hihh’ihhh-uh–! Uh! Ugh, fugck!”
Feeling like he could cry in frustration, Hoseok digs a fist into his itchy eyes and lets himself pout dramatically.
Namjoon catches his wrist and gently tugs his hand away. “Don’t rub, you’ll make it worse.”
“Fugck. How ca’d it get worse?”
Namjoon sighs and cups the back of Hoseok’s neck, giving a gentle squeeze as he shoots Hoseok an apologetic look. “Yeah, I guess it really can’t. Do you feel up to eating something? It’s dinner time.”
Hoseok squints at the clock on the wall, but his eyes are too swollen and watery to really see it. “How lo’g was I asleep?”
“A couple of hours,” Namjoon confirms after checking his watch. “I’m surprised you even fell asleep with how sneezy you were earlier.”
“Ju’gkook gave bme the good stuff, appar-uhhh…hhh! Hih-ihh-uhh! Appare’t…hhh…hihhh–!”
Namjoon’s hand stills on the back of his neck. He gasps, his breath hitching erratically, but the sneezes doesn’t come out and he sighs loudly, unsatisfied.
“Fugck. Bme.”
Namjoon hums in amusement and hands him another tissue so he can blow his nose, and then he coaxes him up off the couch. He grabs the box of tissues to take to the table with him, tucking it under his arm as he shuffles behind Namjoon into the kitchen.
As soon as he sits at the table, Seokjin gives him a big glass of water and he gulps the entire thing down in seconds. Then, Yoongi is placing a bowl of hot, steaming soup in front of him, and Hoseok just leans over it for a moment, breathing in the steam and wishing he could smell it.
“I made yours mild. I didn’t want the spices to irritate your sinuses further,” Yoongi says. “Should feel nice on your throat, too.”
Hoseok nods gratefully and picks up his spoon.
“Ahh” Taehyung gripes, sniffling frantically in between spoonfuls. “Why didn’t you give me the mild version too? This is so spicy.”
Hoseok chuckles and pushes his box of tissues across the table toward Taehyung, who’s dabbing his sleeve under his streaming nose as he grumbles some more about the spice.
By the time he’s done eating, Hoseok’s congestion has cleared a little, but the sensation of having to sneeze has returned full force. He barely has time to ask for the tissues back from Taehyung before his breath is hitching, his eyes squeezing shut on their own. He turns partially away in his seat, grabbing a tissue from the box in preparation, but after a moment of waiting the sneeze doesn’t come.
When he turns back to the table, everyone is looking at him.
“Still feeling sneezy, hyung?” Taehyung asks, eyebrows drawn together.
Hoseok nods. “Yeah, ki’da. It wond’t combe out.”
Jungkook frowns deeply. “Oh, hyung, you sound so stuffy. Are you sure you don’t want…”
Whatever Jungkook says next, Hoseok can’t hear him. All he can focus on is the fact that he still has to sneeze, and his body is starting to sneeze, but then nothing comes of it. It happens twice in a row, his breath hitching wildly and his mouth opening and closing like a fish, but then he’s left looking like a fool when no sneeze comes out.
“C’mon,” Seokjin says eventually, hooking his arm through Hoseok’s elbow. “Let’s get you to bed. We’ll get the regular antihistamines,” he shoots Jungkook a look, “and a cool cloth for your eyes.”
Hoseok lets Seokjin guide him down the hallway, and he’s only a little surprised when they pass by all of the other bedrooms and head straight for the big bedroom at the end of the hallway. Technically, it’s Seokjin and Namjoon’s room, but it’s where they all end up more often than not. He’s happy to be tucked right into the middle of the big bed while Seokjin fusses over him, applying a cool compress to his eyes and pulling the comforter up to his chin before he settles next to him and starts combing his fingers through his hair.
“I’m never letting you go to the mall again,” Seokjin says, a protective edge to his tone. “You can stay inside the house and we’ll bring you everything you could ever need.”
Hoseok barks out a laugh at that, imagining himself stuck inside of the house for the rest of his life, forbidden to leave lest he come into contact with an allergen.
“Sounds awful,” he says.
Soon, the others join them in the bed after washing up and changing into pajamas. It’s early, far too early to actually go to bed, but Namjoon turns on some quiet music and Taehyung and Jimin take turns telling jokes to keep Hoseok’s mind off his predicament.
“Ohgod,” Hoseok suddenly gasps, lifting his head from the pillow. “No, not a-again…hhh…”
Jungkook, who’s lying to his right, puts a comforting hand on his chest. “It’s okay, hyung,” he whispers. “Just take a deep breath, okay?”
Hoseok does, and as his chest expands, Jungkook starts to rub circles over his shirt.
“Lie your head back down,” Jungkook instructs, his other hand coming up to brush Hoseok’s hair back from his forehead. “Close your eyes and just keep breathing as evenly as you can. Try to relax.”
Even though everything in Hoseok’s body is screaming at him to tense up, he tries to do as Jungkook says, letting himself relax on his back. He takes a deep breath through his mouth, and then another, and as he breathes he focuses on the intense, growing tickle in his nose. At first, he thinks it’s going to be just that, a tickle and nothing else, but then it starts to spread in an itchy, almost burning way that he recognizes as the beginnings of an actual sneeze.
“Hihhh…huh’ihhh…hh-hh–! Hhh–! Hhh-uh’HTCHSH’iii! HACHSH! Hhh-ATCHSH!”
Hoseok can’t help the loud moan he makes after he’s done sneezing, his eyes rolling up in relief as he finally, finally gets the last itch out of his sinuses with three big sneezes.
“Fucking finally,” he huffs, not caring that he hears six different laughs in surround sound as he swipes a finger under his nose.
“Aw, bless you, hyung,” Taehyung coos through his giggles. “That sounded like you really needed that, huh?”
“When did Jungkook become the sneeze whisper?” Jimin teases, passing Hoseok a tissue.
“I’ve had lots of practice with sneezes that won’t come out,” Jungkook replies with a small frown. “It’s so frustrating. It happens to me a lot.”
“Yeah, it does happen to you a lot,” Yoongi notes, bringing his hand up to squeeze Jungkook’s shoulder. “I always feel so bad for you when it happens.”
“Poor Jungkookie loses at least one sneeze every day,” Namjoon adds. “Makes sense that he knows how to deal with it.”
“Yeah, like I said. Sneeze whisperer,” Jimin chuckles.
“He’s a cute sneeze whisperer, though,” Taehyung smirks.
“I don’t know what’s cuter– Jungkook sneezing, or Jungkook’s face after he loses a sneeze.” Seokjin grins at Jungkook. “He’s just so cute either way.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi agrees. “He is particularly cute when he sneezes.”
Jungkook squirms, his face flushing pink. “Stop,” he whines softly, burying his face into his pillow.
“Hey,” Taehyung whispers suddenly, and when they all glance over at him, he nods in Hoseok’s direction.
When they look at Hoseok, they see that he’s sound asleep, lips parted slightly as he breathes through his mouth, the air whistling slightly through his nose on each exhale.
Namjoon turns off the music, and they all cuddle closer together, cooing fondly at Hoseok when he snuffles in his sleep and rolls onto his side, one hand coming up to grab a fistful of Seokjin’s shirt as he snuggles against the older man.
“Good night, Hob-ah,” Seokjin whispers, pressing a kiss to Hoseok’s forehead and smiling down at him. “Rest well.”
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Not Everything Changes
Requested. Snzy Jk after playing with Bam in the rain.
Word Count: 4452
Sickie: Jk
Caretaker: OT7 [kind of, mostly Jin/Tae/Jimin]
Errors; most likely. I should be sleeping.
Enjoy! hopefully its not too much rambling and is actually coherent.
Not everything changes.
He couldn’t believe his luck – or rather lack thereof.
Sure. Maybe it hadn’t been the brightest decision to take Bam to the park when it was raining for the third consecutive day, but it was the only time he could go to the closest one without being recognized by someone new every second step. Anyway, the weather app on his phone had said it would mostly be overcast – maybe some light rain here and there.
He’d organized his entire day around that information, so it wasn’t like he was going to change it for any minor inconveniences – and that’s what that sudden downpour had been. Those heavy clouds that had blanketed the sky? Minor.
So, against his better judgment he’d gone out and had the most carefree time with Bam. He didn’t even want to think about the current state of his bathroom with how much mud and water they’d brought home last night.
But now as he sat perched for his stylists on the set for their most recent photobook, he felt miserable.
His misfortune had started with him sleeping through his alarm at 4am, not by much but considering the screeching that it made it was quite the feat to not wake up immediately. Then he’d zombie walked through his morning chores – accidentally banging into his kitchen table and dropping some of Bam’s food onto the floor as he refilled the bowl. He hadn’t even bothered to pick up the mess, just stood there and glared tiredly at the pellets scattering his floor. Bam had dived to sniff at the mess before turning to look at Jungkook with a wagging tail. He’d just sighed and scrubbed at his nose as he went to pull on some sweats and a hoodie before making coffee into a small flask. Then he’d set out to go to work.
Now he was freshly dried after using the company showers and getting his makeup and hair done trying not to be too obvious that his throat had started to hurt despite how much water he chugged, and his nose was beginning to run with each dab of the makeup brushes. Although he was starting to think it was a losing battle. Already he could hear his stylist ‘tsk’ at his reddening nose, trying their best not to agitate him more than he already was. He was just thankful that his hyung’s were already being fitted into their clothes and weren’t anywhere near him to notice – especially when one final stroke on his cheek had him coming undone. He could just barely hear an annoyed sigh after he had pitched into his hands and caught an itchy fit that left him even more frustrated than before.
The stylist slipped him a tissue with the sharp instruction to not wipe off too much of his makeup since they didn’t have much time and Jungkook bowed with growing embarrassment in the pit of his stomach. Wiping his nose did nothing to relieve him, but it at least stopped dripping while he was given the finishing touches before being sent to wardrobe.
“Jungkook-ah!” Jimin grinned at him as he slipped on his suite jacket, his shirt gapping open in a similar fashion to what Jungkook’s own was. “They’re doing subunit shots before the group. We’re on set 3 with the plants. Taetae is being organized with props already we were just waiting on you.”
Jungkook did his best not to seem too out of it, even if his sinuses were borderline overwhelming with the need to sneeze as he let himself be led to where he was needed. Jimin had continued speaking, rambling about what all they’d been told to do but Jungkook really hoped that it was more optional than anything else because he was not listening to a single word being said.
Before being set in position he’d sneakily tried to wipe at his nose once more with his used tissue from before, hiding it from sight as soon as his members turned to join him amongst the mini forest that had been created on the floor. The photographer was kind in directing them, positioning them laying down amongst each other and while he appreciated not having to stand or do too much activity, being horizontal wasn’t helping to keep his nose from running. He sniffled as quietly as he could, which really wasn’t quiet at all, but he hoped that the activity surrounding them masked it for the most part.
His hyung’s were laying to his right with Jimin closest - his head resting on Jungkook’s shoulder while Tae had been set up seated against large potted plants that’s leaves draped over him.
There was a flash of light as the photographer did some final tests and Jungkook froze with the immediate faltering of his breath. His chest heaved once more which had Jimin shooting him a questioning look but before he could answer another flash went off.
“Eh’hESHH’uh…snf*.. H’EISHhew!” He sniffled deeply and winced at how wet it had sounded. At least he had thankfully been able to raise his arm in time, but it didn’t stop him from feeling just a little bit mortified that he could have sneezed on Jimin. Not that his hyung seemed overly bothered besides the beginning crease of concern starting between his brows.
“You okay, Kook-ah?”
“Jusd-“ he sniffed once more, clearing his throat as he got back into position. “Just the lights. I think the plants are getting to me a little bit as well.”
It was a convincing enough lie to make since he didn’t want to make anyone worry or chastise him for his [albeit flawed] choices but he didn’t miss the light kick Jimin gave Taehyung, as if to just keep watch either way. And then the shoot began.
It was exhausting. Like mind numbingly exhausting and Jungkook had been prompted to sneeze more times than he thought he could get away with, not to mention the growing ache behind his eyes that the studio lights seemed to be amplifying each minute he sat before them. Taehyung had taken to rubbing his back or shoulder each time that they were positioned close enough and Jimin had suggested doing some shots with their eyes closed in hopes that it would help the process go smoother. His tissue from early was now unusable and he had taken to trying to use his wrist before caving and asking if he could take a break just to blow his nose.
With an understanding nod from the Head photographer, he practically sprinted out of the lights towards where his manager had already acquired the much-needed tissues and winced as he saw the rest of his hyung’s seated watching the screen upload the photos of his shoot. Obviously they must have finished up already and were waiting for the group photos to begin, which he was holding up because he couldn’t handle a light going off around his sensitive nose.
“Jungkook-ssi, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” His manager at least tried to ask him quietly as he blew his nose. His skin was burning with embarrassment, already imagining the glare the stylist would give him at the amount of makeup that had been wiped off, but it was better than having a mess drip down his face.
He couldn’t even bring himself to answer properly, just nodded and coughed into the next tissue he was blowing into.
“Kook-ah!”
He turned back to the set to see Jimin and Tae moving swiftly towards him, both immediately resting a hand on his upper back or leaning onto his shoulder in a way that made him feel just a little bit more comfortable than before.
“They said they have enough to work with, so we need to get changed and move to the main set.” Taehyung explained. “Maybe you will feel better being away from these props.”
He highly doubted that, and he suspected that they felt the same with how they watched him with concerned pity. His manager handed him a bottle of water and the tissue box before disappearing to find out the next steps in the day and Jungkook took the moment to sit.
His nose was swollen to a point of it being mildly painful. He could feel heavy congestion settling in and he just wanted to go home and curl up into the warmest, softest blankets he could find before sleeping for like a week. He couldn’t – obviously. He was still scheduled to work for at least another 5 hours or so, and tomorrow called for various other schedules that he would likely have to be drugged up on medication to the point where he might not even be aware of his tasks, but it was nice to dream.
“Are we moving to the final part?” Hoseok asked, the rest of the member finally joining them. Each lingering hesitantly at the sight of Jungkook. “Is everything alright? You look sick.”
“I’mah-hheh’ekshh’u! Sor-ah-ry’IEESH’U!”
“Sounds like a cold.” Jin mused, immediately moving to set a hand to Jungkook’s forehead. “You’re a little warm but that might be because of all these lights.”
“I’b fide.”
There was a brief silence. None of them keen to say the obvious when they watched the youngest member pitch yet another damp sneeze into a tissue. His appearance spoke for itself, despite his words. It was like they could physically see his illness rolling off him in waves and yet he was in adamant denial for some reason. It wasn’t like they’d never been sick around each other before, usually they were quite open about it.
A call from across the room forced them to move back to the wardrobe section, all of them hovering a little closer than before as they watched Jungkook apologise to one of the makeup artists with pitiful doe eyes. She merely smiled with a soft word of reassurance, then got to work reapplying everything he’d rubbed off as well as concealing the deep red that had taken over around his nostrils.
An hour in since they’d started up again and Jungkook was proud to admit that he had managed to keep his symptoms mostly at bay. Sure, the flash of lights still made the immense tickle in his nose flare dangerously, and his hyung’s still sent him pointed looks when something did manage to slip, but he had yet to actually sneeze.
Namjoon had commented more than once on his mouth breathing when they were positioned beside one another, shooting looks to the staff as if to announce this needed to be wrapped up soon, but Jungkook just brushed it off with a forced grin. He was dressed more casually this time, so the clothes were warmer and cozy to a point where he had started to doze, lazily resting back into the couch that they were all seated on.
It was only when the photographers called for a break to review things that he let out a heavy sigh and finally relented in closing his eyes without a fight. Letting his body melt into the cushions as he listened vaguely to the soft conversation his hyung’s made until he slipped into complete darkness.
**
“Should we wake him up?” Hoseok wondered aloud. Jungkook had finally fallen asleep after fighting against it for like last hour and his snores were gradually filling the set while they waited.
“Let him sleep. He’s definitely sick whether he wants to admit it or not.” Yoongi sipped his water, eyes analysing the puffiness that had settled in the sick boys’ face. “We should see if we can reschedule our practices tomorrow.”
“Manager-Pdnim said he has already started to organize a shift of planning in the next few days for all of us in order to get some time off for him.” Jimin said. “Or at the very least a lighter schedule for this week just to accommodate.”
“I’ll go and see if anything has been decided.” Taehyung stood gesturing towards where their manager had left too. Hoseok joined him with one final look of sympathy towards the youngest. It left the rest of them in a moment of blissful silence where they all just took a breath and let the exhaustion of the day wash over them while the crew and staff bustled around. Jin ran his hand through Jungkook’s hair, messing with the hairspray as he removed his hand to touch his own face before settling it back on Jungkook’s forehead with a frown.
“Does he have a fever hyung?”
“Maybe.” Jin shrugged. He couldn’t be entirely sure. “He’s a bit warmer than me but it still might just be because of everything that’s happened today. He’s dressed warmer than me as well.”
“He sounded miserable earlier.” Namjoon added with a sigh. He was on the other side of Jungkook and was probably the sole reason that he was still somewhat upright on the couch despite having instinctively curled closer to his leader in his sleep. “This came on rather quick.”
“There is no way that he isn’t contagious.”
“Hyung,” Jimin spoke as if he was chastising a child. “We’re not going to be busy after this. If we get sick, we get sick. He couldn’t be absent to a shoot that’s been planned for months.”
Yoongi shrugged, if not in agreement then at least to appease the younger. He didn’t really want to get sick, especially with all the work he needed to get done, but he understood that there had been no getting out of this for Jungkook. “You think they’ll let us take him straight home instead of heading to the company?”
“I think we aren’t going to give them a choice.” Jin said firmly but quietly as Jungkook shifted.
Although the attempt was in vain when Jin startled as a hand came down on his shoulder only to see Taehyung’s face splitting into a grin at seeing his hyung jump.
“Yah! My heart!”
“Aish hyung.” Hoseok laughed as he leant over the couch next to Taehyung. “Are you implying old age?”
“Ya-Yah! Don’t disrespect me!”
He reached up to wildly whack behind him but both culprits ducked out of reach with laughter. The only thing his gestures accomplished was a low moan out of Jungkook, who blinked his eyes open a couple of times before curling further into Namjoon’s side.
“Ah ah ah…” Before he could go back to sleep, Tae hastily reached over to keep him up, willingly taking the weak hit that Jin laid on him as he got closer. “We’re leaving now, Kookie.” Taehyung shook him enough to keep him roused and glanced amongst the others. “We’ve got this afternoon and tomorrow off, but Pd-nim asked if Joonie-hyung and Suga-hyung could still stop by the company before going home – and Hobi-hyung, but he knew that already. Something about not being able to put a meeting off.”
“We’ll group in the one car and you guys can take the larger one to get home then.” Namjoon nodded, encouraging Jungkook to sit upright with gentle nudges in his side. “Jungkook, you need to get changed into your clothes again.”
There was a small hand around his wrist, dragging Jungkook to his feet before he’d even properly opened his eyes. Jimin was leading him off to the wardrobe area where they had the clothes they’d arrived in, the pace perhaps a bit too hasty. He had barely managed to steady himself before forcing them to stop so that he could sneeze towards the floor. He didn’t even have the awareness nor energy to cover, just moaned with a gurgling sniff as he misted the floor twice more. A low complaint from Jimin told him that he might have accidentally caught the other in his mess but there was barely a breath in-between before Jimin’s words turned softer and more encouraging with the promises of home and warm food.
And that sounded like the best thing he’d heard all day.
Getting changed and the car ride had turned into a sleepy haze. Although he’s pretty sure that Yoongi and Seokjin helped get him into his shoes and hoodie - he vaguely remembered soft nudges and gentle words before he was loaded into the car in which he promptly fell asleep in once Taehyung and Jimin settled on either side of him.
**
He woke up to the muffled sound of rain and the low volume of his tv playing some sport channel. He turned over in bed with a low moan at having forgotten to turn his tv off before going to bed, then jolted up. His head pounded in protest, but he definitely hadn’t left it on. He remembered turning it off the day before. What he didn’t remember was how he was in his bed.
Through his sleep-sick muddled mind he started to remember that he had in fact gotten up that morning already and had gone to work. He also vaguely remembered leaving work, which meant that if there were noises in his apartment that Bam can’t make then at least one of his hyung’s was there. Witnessing the colossal, muddy mess he had left the place in the day before.
God he really should have just cleaned up straight away, even if he had already started to feel bad. At least then he wouldn’t have to face the shame of them knowing his foolish actions.
He fell back into pillows, muffling a cough that just wouldn’t ease the tickle in his throat. At least Bam had had fun at the park – despite his current situation, yesterday hadn’t been an entirely bad idea. He just didn’t think any of his hyung’s would see it like that.
Preparing himself for the worst, Jungkook managed to pull himself to his feet with his comforter wrapped around him and draping to the floor as he walked to his living room. Immediately he could make out Taehyung and Jimin on the couch with Bam, although neither seemed to be watching whatever they’d put on the tv, much more interested in the excited roughhousing of his Doberman.
He stood by the doorway hesitantly watching. The wet clothes and dirt that had scattered the floor of his bedroom that morning had been all gone and he had a suspicion that if he checked his bathroom he’d find that spotless too. He was about to Join the 95’ers when he glanced to the kitchen and made eye contact with his eldest hyung. Jin stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his face void of emotion – there was no anger or disappointment, but there was also no sympathy. Jungkook guesses that that was a disserving reaction.
Foregoing his previous plan, he silently shuffled to join Jin, trying his best not to feel tiny under the weight of his hyung’s gaze.
“You understand that when its pouring with rain and you have a free day, preferably you stay at home.” Jin’s voice was stern and his eyes unwavering from Jungkook’s. “Where its warm and dry. You don’t go out and get drenched in it.”
“I know hyung.”
“And if you do – heaven forbid – and you feel sick, you can tell us.”
“I know..”
“Especially if we have group activities that is both extensive and enforcing close proximity to each other. It’s called being courteous and makes us aware of any possible limitations.”
“I know, Jin-hyung.”Jungkook sniffed, burying the lower half of his face into his blanket as a weak attempt to hide. “I’m sorry.”
Jin’s gaze softened. “I made you some seaweed soup. I went and bought some ingredients and medicine since your place is practically empty.” He pinched at the blanket and tugged once to prompt Jungkook to follow him to the stove. “You need to pay better attention to your health, Kook-ah. I’m not always going to be there to make sure you rest or eat well, so please. Treat yourself with a bit more care.”
Well that definitely wasn’t something he wanted to think about, but the thought was there now. He could already feel his eyes tearing up as he sniffed and stared into the pot of resting soup.
“Aigoo… I didn’t mean to make you sad.” Jin gently pulled him into his chest, ruffling his hair with one hand and pulling him in tightly with the other. “Let’s heat you up some food and join the other two, or you can go back to bed but only once you’ve eaten and taken medicine.”
Jungkook coughed, clearing his throat but the tears he’d yet to shed made him sound croaky either way as he agreed to join them.
“Go sit down then and I’ll bring you everything.”
Jin turned to busily get bowls for the soup and rice he’d made but turned back at the hoarse “hyung”. He blinked expectantly and swiped a single tear that had finally managed to break free and streaked Jungkook’s cheek. “Hyung, could you make me some tea too.”
“Of course, Jungkook-ah.” Jin smiled. “Hyung will bring it to you.”
…
Jimin and Taehyungs approach was quite different from Jin’s – in which they barely seemed to acknowledge how stupid he had been to get sick like he did. Rather Jimin did what he always did when comforting others, latching himself onto their side and smothering them with soft pets, kind accented words and just general affection that made Jungkook a little homesick for his parents, and if he closed his eyes the lilting Busan dialect could almost transport him back to his childhood home.
Taehyung didn’t really change at all, Jungkook wasn’t even sure why he had expected him too. Instead, his friend tucked into his side and draped an arm around his shoulders, occasionally being a pest and flicking Jimin as he clung to Jungkook’s other side just to hear his soulmate complain testily.
Bam had stayed on the floor for mere seconds after Jungkook was seated and settled, then he had practically molded himself onto Jungkook and Taehyungs laps. Occasionally he lifted his head to try and lick Jungkook in the face but eventually gave up and just stared at Jimin with woeful puppy eyes.
“Can we change this to something more interesting?” Jimin prompted, paying attention to the tv for the first time. “Jungkookie, do you want to watch a movie? Something Marvel?”
“Anything you want, hyung.” He murmured softly, resting his head onto Taehyung’s shoulder.
Jimin didn’t seemed entirely pleased with the answer but grabbed the remote and went on a search for one of the older spiderman movies. It seemed like the safest option, anything potentially related to Iron man was still a sore topic after the last Avengers film.
“How are you feeling? You slept for a couple hours.” Taehyung asked just as Jin brought in a tray of steaming soup and rice with some apples sliced and put on a plate.
As if Jungkook’s appetite was big enough to eat it all right now.
“A bit better than this morning I guess, but not much different.”
“Hyung’s bringing tea now,” Jin reassured as Taehyung forcibly moved Bam entirely onto his lap so that Jin could set the tray onto Jungkook’s. [The tray was definitely a large chopping board, but if Jin wanted it to be a tray then that’s what it would be.] “Eat so long and maybe you’ll feel better.”
Doubtful but Jungkook did as he was told as Jin returned to the kitchen and sipped gingerly at the hot soup until the steam started to bother him and he was forced to reach for the unopened tissue box on his coffee table. Scrambling to open it and then blow his nose, grimacing at the sound. His nose still tickled but at least it wasn’t running anymore.
“As long as you feel better quickly.” Taehyung said with a small smile. “You had Jiminie worried earlier.”
“You were worried too!” Jimin pursed his lips and just resumed in his clinging after he pressed play on the movie. “We were equally worried.”
“I’m sorry I worried you.” Jungkook couldn’t help the huff of laughter that left him at that. “I’ll take better care of myself from now on.” He nibbled on a spoon of rice as if to proof his point.
“You better.”
The four of them [five if Bam counted- he did, obviously] sat through both of the Amazing Spiderman movies, none of them complaining or thinking of switching even as Jungkook periodically dozed or sneezed his way through the passing hours. By the time the credits of the second movie rolled in he was exhausted. Pitching breathy, hoarse sneezes into his palm.
Thankfully both Jimin and Tae had readjusted so that Jungkook had more space to himself or else he probably would have sneezed on them multiple times already. He had drunk 2 and a half cups of tea but only managed the apples and half of the rest of his meal, but Jin wasn’t too hung up on it. He just let Jungkook know that it would be in the fridge waiting for him.
The medicine he’d taken at the beginning of the second movie had started to kick in, but instead of masking his symptoms, it just made him drowsy. Which didn’t help when he kept coughing and sneezing over everything.
The final straw was when he’d sneezed hard enough that he’d gotten thrown into a coughing fit so thick he could barely breathe. Jimin and Taehyung had immediately been there, rubbing his back and handing him tissues while Jin could have probably broken the record for ‘fastest person to ever retrieve glass of water within 6m distance.’ After that none of them wanted to keep him up for longer than necessary and promptly steered him back to his bedroom where he collapsed, star fished on the mattress. One of them – probably Jimin – got to work making sure he was properly covered while the other brought his tissues and water to rest on his bedside table.
He could feel each of them as they hovered and nitpicked to make sure that there wasn’t anything else he would possibly need – only caving when Jungkook repeatedly reassured that he was fine and just wanted to sleep. Then they left the room, each promising not to be far or to call if it got too late and they had to leave for something. One of them pressed a brotherly kiss to the crown of his head, their hand on his forehead checking for a fever one last time before they retreated.
The final words of “Hyung’s here if you need him” making Jungkook so comfortably warm that he had no trouble sinking into an easy sleep again.
#bts sickfic#bts snz#bts fanfic#jk snzfic#requested#wholesome#caretaking#common cold#sick from rain au#Bam is a good boy#Jungkook needs better care tips#ot7 au#jk lead#brotherly love
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Could you do a sick Yoongi, the rest caretakers where there doing a run episode or group Vlive or something. There's no real catalyst for it, but suddenly Yoongi finds himself puking and the others care for him
Sure thing! I've done one like this as a run so I'll do a Vlive this time. this before Thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy it! also, you didn't put any numbers so I added some I hope you don't mind. Pls, enjoy!
“Feeling better now, [nickname]?”
“You look like death right now.”
“Awe, c'mere. You look like you need a hug.”
“You alright?”
Sickie: yoongi
Caretaker: ot7
Tw: mention of emeto, nausea v****
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It was a pretty chill Vlive. They were celebrating another milestone. Their tenth years of being together as a group. They were celebrating with the army. They planned to sit and answer questions.. As usual, the room was set up nicely with all the members sitting so they all could be seen. There was a banquet of food on a short table in front of them. It had their favorites like banana milk and oranges and various fruits, snacks, and drinks. Also on the table were purple and gold decorations with pictures from the group's debut.
They were dressed in clothes similar to the ones they'd worn during the time of their first album. They were all in black, with big baggy t shirts/ jerseys. Along with shorts and long socks that had the words bts on them. They did this in memorial of their past. Most of the members were a bit nervous. It had been a while since some of them did a life but they knew how it always went when they were all together. Or so they thought. This time along with answering questions from Army they would have to ask each other questions from q cards given by the staff. a few of the questions were about their experiences as a group good and bad etc. To switch it up they put in embarrassing questions. If the member did not want to answer they had to pick from the mystery box which contained gross foods and eat it.
Just like the old times with choosing cards yoongi always got the bad card. Each round he'd get the embarrassing question. Yoongi usually didn't care much about what people thought but they weren't embarrassing in the sense of doing something another member would think is embarrassing, it would be more like asking yoongi if he sent a long I love you text to taehyung. Or if he was looking for an excuse to hold Jimin's hand during a run episode. That for yoongi was more embarrassing than yelling out that you stole jk's underwear to assert dominance ( this man really did that Irl) on a rooftop.
After six embarrassing questions and having to eat several different gross food items his stomach began to not feel so great. He was stuffed. Far too stuff to even enjoy the clementines that sat on the table. He really wanted one. But he knew it would only further upset his full to the brim stomach. He really didn't need that. His stomach was already swirling. While the other members played around, giggled, danced, and sang lyrics to old songs they sang yoongi sat still. In fear of upsetting his stomach further. It was hard to keep still with Jungkook constantly shaking him around and dancing on him purposefully. This jostled the olders stomach.
Frankly being still wasn't working and the longer he sat there with his crosses. The worse he felt. He began to get nauseous after the seventh time he had pulled from the gross food box of mystery and eat something strange. He pulled out something that was mixed together in a ball. from the box. It smelled spicy but it tasted sour, with the texture of the cake. It sat hard in his bloated belly. Yoongi began to feel a cramped form in his belly. Yoongi rubbed his middle section. nausea was rising in his throat. He tried to force it down several times. He'd try coughing to clear his throat. Yoongi tried to swallow, forcing down the acidy-tasting spit. Nothing work. The feeling could just come back, and the saliva would build back up in his throat.
He began to faze out of the conversation, only being able to focus on his aching belling and nausea that sat in his throat. the members laughing brought him back to reality. " what about you hyung" jungkook nudges yoongi's shoulder. " huh?" yoongi says surprised. The members all laughed again. Yoongi didn't get what they were joking about. He didn't care much for laughing at the moment. His stomach was hurting too much. Namjoon must have been staring for quite some time to notice that his hyung wasn't doing too well. Namjoon leaned over and whispered in his hyungs ear. " you alright? hyung?" Namjoons voice ticked yoongi's ear drum and a shiver ran down yoongi's spine. Yoongi was afraid of setting off his stomach if he spoke so he kept his mouth squeezed shut and nodded his head. This also caused less suspicion with the camera in front of them.
Jungkook being right beside the two catches on to the conversation. making him worry if his hyung is actually alright. Jungkook's thought was forgotten momentarily when Jimin asked a question about his turn. The game went on. Hoseok was asked an embarrassing question and now has decided to choose from the box of misery. despite having a strong gag reflex. Hoseok wasn't t good with gross stuff generally but once he stuck his hand in the box and felt something slimy he knew it was over for him. He pulled out what appeared to be a jello hand. It was slimy and the oder it amitted told him and the others that this was no ordinary kind of jello. He took a sniff out of curiosity and gagged immediately. Yoongi wasn't one to feel sympathy in this manner but something about hearing the other gag made something in him feel wrong.
Now there was an overbearing amount of spit in his mouth. It was making his nausea worse to force it down. It made his stomach swirl every time he did. It was now jungkooks turn. He got an easy question. He answered giggling and even took a sip of his banana milk to celebrate. It was yoongi's turn again. Yoongi took in a deep breath. His stomach felt tight as his lungs took in air and then released it. He really couldn't eat anything else. To his luck, this was the final round. After him, namjoon would go and the little game would end. They'd probably just answer a few more questions from Army and then tell Army that they had to go.
He hoped it went that way, so he could finally go home and sleep this pain off. Of course, he got the last bad carded question. He decided to himself that no matter what it said he'd just say the answer. He was asked the question by Jimin. yoongi listen to the question. " were you on that day actually wearing and mostly only wearing underwear with bears on them?" Jimin and Jungkook giggled profusely. Namjoon grinned hard. Namjoons shoulders shook as he giggled silently. Jhope burst out into laughter yelling out " oh hyung " as he laughed. Jimin was practically rolling out of his seat almost taking out taehyung with him. Yoongi couldn't help but smile at the question. He figured this would be a light and funny question for him to answer. " yes..." yoongi says slightly blushing and pouting. " yes what hyung?" Jimin says sitting back on his chair and picking up the card he dropped while falling. " yes... I wore underwear with bears on them.
All the members and the entire crew wear laughing uncontrollably. Jimin stands from his seat with his finger in the air looking at the directer. " that doesn't count" Jimin says with a grin. jimin restates the question. " He didn't answer the question correctly which means." Jimin picks up the box and puts it in yoongi's lap. everyone found it hilarious. Yoongi on the other hand knew for sure that he wouldn't last any longer threw the vlive with the way he was feeling. His stomach swirled at the thought of eating something. He swallowed down the spit that had built back up in his throat and he dug his hand into the box of miserly.
He pulled out something he could barely comprehend the shape of. He showed it to the camera and the curious members and forced it down. The moment it hit his tongue he gagged. Namjoon was the first to notice a problem when yoongi's face screwed up." Hyung? " Namjoon says looking in yoongi's direction. Namjoon forgot all about how sick yoongi was looking earlier. There was a moment of silence where everyone watched yoongi to see what was going to happen next. Yoongi gagged into his hand again dryly. He burped into a fist and out came a blast of puke. It hit him fast without a warning. He convulsed. Spatters of puke hit the table. Everyone beside and behind him jumped back. some like hobi and tae move out of the camera's view completely. Not being able to stomach what's currently happening. The cameras came off insatiately.
The crew already started working on an explanation to post for Army so they wouldn't worry. In between surges of puke, yoongi felt embarrassed. Embarrassed that he ruined the table and everything in front of him snd that he even threw up at all in front of his coworkers and bandmates. puke was now dripping from his hand onto his pants. One of the crew found a trash can and gave it to him. " ahhh yoongiah" Jin says coming back closer to yoongi. JIn rubs the younger back. He retched in response. Not being able to even comprehend what jin was saying.
Yoongi stuck his head into the trash can not wanting to make any more of a mess. he burped. it echoed in the trash can and hobi cringed. hobi help his mouth and gave a small gag. Taehyung ushered him into the next room. The smell that hit his nose while face down in the trash taunted him causing him to bring up more and more. Namjoon tried to stay and give comforting pats on yoongi's shoulder but the signs and smells were starting to be tough to handle after eating himself alittle too full. It was that way for every member Jimin tried to give his hyung comforting words but they were drowned out by the echoing sound of sick. He liked namjoon and jin was determined. determined to stay by yoongi side. It eventually got to a point that it wasn't so bad. Yoongi stomach was finally letting up. Yoongi's rounds of puking became fewer and fewer.
If yoongi ever had the pleasure of knowing what concoction was made He vowed to himself that he'd never, ever have it again. He now sat in front of a full trash can. Try desperately to catch his breath and calm his stomach. His stomach still swirled in the side and every now and then would convulse. But, it wouldn't bring up a gag. It was just painful and awfully nauseating. to his fortune, he was empty and had nothing more to bring up. The crew had long since started packing and cleaning up. The only person not moving was yoongi. He sat still where he'd been the entire time along with namjoon, Jin, and Jimin. Once the other members noticed that yoongi had stopped puking they came back into the room. Hobi felt a bit bad for leaving. but his stomach wasn't going to let him stick around without making a mess.
Jin finally broke the silence among the boys who were now gathered around yoongi. Yoongi hadn't even noticed they were back He had His eyes closed and a firm grip on his achy stomach. He felt a migraine coming on from the nonstop puking, which is why he had his eyes closed. The light felt like they were burning threw his eyelids. " ahhh, yoongiah, You look like death right now.” Jin says. Yoongi flinches at the sudden talking behind him, the sound of his hyungs loud voice caused his head to throb. Jin noticed and changed his expression. Yoongi kept his eyes closed but moved his hand from his middle to his throbbing head. Right then the manager walks up to the group and explains that the cars were ready and that they should all go home and rest for the night. especially yoongi. The manager adds that if yoongi is feeling well tomorrow to inform him and he'd change the schedule so he could rest longer. He told them good night and to go home.
The member from that point on took that as a sign to baby yoongi. Hobi helped carry yoongi's things to the car which was mostly his phone and the jacket he had to take off. He felt too hot to wear it. Jimin opened the door to the van allowing him to have the best seat in the car. yoongi sat in between jungkook and Jimin. The other members hopped into the car as well. with Jin in the passenger seat, namjoon in the second row, and taehyung and hobi in the back curled up together. He honestly didn't care where he sat as long as he could get some rest on the ride home. While driving home yoongi noticed just how bumpy the road was. It could just have been his migraine magnifying every movement the car did but either way he was starting to feel nauseous again. The car did a bump that messed with yoongi's stomach a lot. Jimin could tell he was struggling and latched onto yoongi's hand. Yoongi wished that the comforting notion helped but it wasn't going to settle his stomach. Yoongi decided to take Jimin's hand and place it against his belly. " no pressure please" Jimin giggled softly and rubbed his hyungs belly. He hadn't received many belly rubs from Jimin but this was nice it felt really good. Jimin wasn't moving too fast and his hand was soft and warm.
He was enjoying it until the car jerked causing Jimin's hand to be pushed into yoongi's stomach. Yoongi pushed Jimin's hand aside. He tapped on jins shoulder who was in the passenger's seat dosing off. " tell the driver to -" a wet gag was heard. Jin turned back to look at yoongi almost breaking his neck in the prosses. Yoongi swallowed hard. that didn't taste very good he thought. Acid had risen in his throat. Jin told the driver to stop the car. Yoongi forced the car door open and lowered his body closer to the ground. we waited for it to come back up his throat. it didn't. A stronger wave of nausea built up but he didn't throw up. After what felt like hours, it passed and he sat for a moment to collect himself. He cut his break short knowing the members were really tired and so was he. He gave the driver the ok and they were off to the door with no further incidents.
At the dorm, the members did as much as they could for the boy. Making sure he didn't have to lift a single finger. They got him some meds, prepared him a shower along with fresh clothes, they gave him a bit of rice to put on his stomach and they made him tea to sip. " so hyung... you feeling any better? " jk asked standing over yoongi as he laid off the couch soundlessly. " My head still hurts. “Awe, c'mere. You look like you need a hug.” jk squeezed his hyung in his arms and then scooted his body up against his and laid on the couch with him, one by one the members joined the cuddle fest. leaving yoongi stuck in between them all. despite having no room at all they managed to fall asleep that way. with taehyung almost falling on the couch in his sleep and hsoeok quite literally laying on top of namjoon. Yoongi felt very loved and very squshed.
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I have no idea how long this is but I hope you enjoyed it. thanks for being so patient I really appreciate it!
#sick!suga#sick bts#bts sickfic#bts emeto#tw nausea#tw emeto ment#tw vomit#btssickfic request#tw emetophobia#namjoon caretaker#sickieyoongi#bangtan sickfic#bts sickfic drabble#cartaker!ot7#caretaker!seokjin#caretaker!hoseok#caretaker!taehyung
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the comforts of creatures (2)
creature comforts:
↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being
→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader
→ genre: fantasy!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut
→ word count: 3k
→ summary: when you wake up in a strange place, met with softness and warmth instead of the pain you’re used to, a spiral of panic is almost inevitable. and the only ones around to pull you out of it are the seven strange men who brought you here.
→ trigger/content warnings: PTSD (including low self-worth/effects of dehumanization, sensory overload), memory loss, mentions/effects of physical/psychological abuse, panic attack, lotta hurt before the comfort :( the boys trying their best
→ a/n: please mind the warnings before reading!! thank you so much for the love and feedback on the first part I really appreciate it!! 💖
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part 2: seven strangers
At first, there’s only soft warmth.
You’re surrounded by it, cradled in it like a kitten huddled close to the rest of the litter.
For as long as you can remember, warmth has been a stranger. You almost forgot what it felt like. But right now, it somehow feels familiar. Suddenly, warmth is an old friend.
Downy and delightfully drunk with sleep, you breathe out a content sigh and snuggle deeper into whatever is making you feel this way.
It’s so warm here, and comfy too. It makes it easier to ignore the deep ache in your muscles, the pounding in—
A jolt of icy dread hits you. Why are you so warm? Why isn’t your body lying on hard stone? It doesn’t feel right, it’s not right you’re not supposed to feel like this.
Peeling your eyes open with considerable effort, light floods your senses, making you want to shrink back to where it’s dark, back to where you belong.
It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, but once they do, you find yourself in a very strange place. Now you see with horror what was keeping you so warm.
The room you’re in is large, walls lined with curtained windows. The center of the room is dominated by a gigantic bed. It’s sunken into the ground, looking more like a huge fluffy pit piled high with blankets and pillows.
But the worst part is...you’re not alone.
Four other bodies are curled up against yours. One of them is pressed to your left side with an arm slung over your torso, head nestled into the crook of your neck. All you can see of him is his tan skin and few wisps of curly black hair.
The body at your right is a similar problem. They’re hugging you close with their legs intertwined with yours. A man’s body, lean yet padded with muscle.
When you look down, you see a head of silvery white hair cushioned on your stomach. And when you shift slightly, you realize that you’re using the person behind you as a pillow.
They’re all holding onto you like you might disappear.
Countless textures, the heat of their skin, the rub of their clothes, the tickling tips of their hair, it all swarms you with increasing pressure. A bombardment of scents fills your nose. Leather, cologne, a hint of tea leaves. Sweat, musk, and something heavy underneath.
It smells like the den of a hibernating animal. A scent that screams this is mine, don’t dare to touch it.
The intermingling smells seem to burn in your nostrils. Too many, so much all at once. There’s too much touching you. Too warm, too soft, too good.
And even though the curtains are drawn, the thin streams of fading sunlight that peek through bring moisture to your eyes.
All of this, on top of that same weighty feeling in your chest. It’s calmer than before, not so desperate and yearning. Still, it burns slow like the embers of a dull fire.
You wrench yourself free from the stifling embrace. Untangling your limbs, you squirm out from under them, half of you trying not to wake them and the other half desperate to escape from the suffocation.
You feel them stir. The man to your left tightens the grip of his arm, but you rip away like their touch burns. In a way, it does.
Stumbling over the mountain of pillows and stuffed animals, you distance yourself from the bed and the strangers in it as much as possible.
Something in your heart aches with the loss, but how can you miss something you don’t deserve?
Instinctively, your back hits the wall and slides along it until you find the nearest corner. Sinking down to the floor, you hug your knees to your chest and squeeze your eyes shut to block out the light.
Where are you?
The struggle to remember the events that brought you here hurts.
Memory has always been a slippery thing. It doesn’t come easy, especially when it’s always been less painful to forget. What memories do come are always fragmented, half-formed.
You can remember certain past emotions, an image here and there, maybe the shadow of a face. But never the events or places attached to them.
That is, all the memories before you were brought to the facility. Because everything that happened there...you remember vividly.
It’s all rushing back to you now. The dark, the cold, the damp. It was all you had to cling to. Why isn’t it here now?
You try again to remember how you got to this strange place, this place where there are light-bearing windows and soft, warm beds to sleep on.
Throbbing pain in your skull, tightness in your throat, but you push through it and reach into the corners of your mind.
Loud. Screaming, footsteps, gunshots. There was a creature, huge and powerful. And there was a man, beautiful but deathly.
They’d stumbled upon your room, but they didn’t hurt you. What were they doing there? And how did you end up here?
The rustle of sheets.
Your head whips up from between your knees, eyes popping open despite the too-bright light.
One of the men is shifting on the bed. It’s the one with the almost white hair. He rolls over with a sleepy groan, reaching out his arms like he’s searching for something.
When he doesn’t seem to find it, his head slowly rises from the mattress.
Don’t open your eyes, don’t open your eyes please.
But they do, just a crack. His head swivels, looking around the room.
Don’t look at me, don’t look at me, for the love of god—
He’s facing you now, shaking strands of pale hair off his face. His eyes are barely open, but you know he sees you.
You know it from the way the feeling in your chest pulses. Panic racing through your veins, breath quickening.
The man yawns and opens his arms in a welcoming gesture, something that puzzles you immensely.
“Come back to bed, babe.”
His voice is bright and sweet, but it still sends a wave of alarm through your body.
It’s a trap, your brain drills over and over. You know you’re not allowed on a bed. He must know it too, he has to. Because you’re dirty and disgusting and wrong. Beds are meant for people, for humans.
“Baby?”
You look up to find the man watching you with a strange expression. It’s concern, but you don’t recognize what that looks like.
You tear your eyes away from his, flinching with the realization that you just accidentally made eye contact. Damnit, no no no.
Curling in on yourself further, you wait for the consequences. A slap, a fist to the nose, a hand tight around your throat. Anything that hurts.
But it doesn’t come. Several beats of silence pass, your breathing picking up by the second.
You don’t dare look up again, that always makes it worse.
The man calls out a name. Then again, again, each time increasingly desperate.
The thing in the pit of your heart burns, pulsing painfully every time he says that name.
Why does he keep saying it? You don’t like it, it makes your chest ache.
Too hyper focused on all the overlapping sensations, you don’t notice the man approaching you, panic across his face.
Dropping to his knees, his eyes search your distraught face, ducking his head to try to catch your gaze.
“_____? What’s wrong? Please, tell me what’s wrong, babe,” he says, hands creeping up your arms, giving your shoulders a squeeze to try to ground you.
Immediately, you recoil away from his touch.
It’s too much. The light, the smells, the contact, the pressure inside your rib cage. All you want to do it disappear, shrivel up until you’re even more nothing than you already are.
More voices, different yet all alarmed, sounding faraway and muted in your ears. Your eyes must be closed again, because all you see is soothing darkness.
There are more hands touching you. The muffled voices are getting louder, more piercing.
It all makes your head throb. You wish it would stop, just make it stop please make it fucking stop!
Lungs feeling close to bursting, your ears suddenly perk up at the only string of words your stupid brain can process: a command.
“Look at me.”
Your eyes open, almost involuntarily.
Wide, warm eyes, high cheekbones, dark waves falling over bright skin. A man’s face hovering over you, his expression pinched with distress. Still, when your gaze meets his, a weak yet radiant smile blooms across his face.
“Good, good,” he says softly.
Momentary relief. You release a tight breath, focusing all your senses on the face in front of you, on the voice giving you delicious praise.
But then three more faces crowd your vision. They’re all looking at you so intensely, eyes wide and jaws clenched.
Panic like fireworks. Why are they all looking at you? What did you do?
The realization comes, a stab to the gut. Only one of them allowed you to look at him. And you just made eye contact with all of them.
No no no...It’s coming any second now. The pain.
They’re going to punish you for it, they’re going to hold you down and hurt you until you’re thrashing and screaming.
They know you were on the bed, they have to. They’re going to beat you bloody for it.
You can already taste the iron in your mouth. A violent swell of nausea ripples through your stomach. Can’t breathe, you can’t breathe.
They’re going to hurt you. The pain is coming again, there won’t be anything else.
Your heartbeat is thunder as you frantically scan the room.
The door isn’t far away, and it’s open.
A voice that isn’t your own says one thing in your head:
Run.
It’s been a long time since Jimin felt this content. He’s warm, he’s safe, he’s fed, and he’s got your heartbeat against his ear.
They’d made it home relatively unscathed, Jin still carrying you bridal style.
He’d refused to let go of you since you collapsed in his arms. Even when they were safely inside their own wards, even crossing the threshold of the house, he held you close to his chest and waved the maknaes off with a “go clean up” or “go eat something before you pass out.”
He finally surrendered you over to Namjoon to go fry up some meat while the rest of them washed up in the mudroom, knowing they’d be ravenous by the time they finished.
Namjoon managed to bandage your cuts and wipe your face with a wet cloth before Taehyung found him, trailing water droplets behind him, and dragged you into the den where he promptly fell asleep in a pile with the rest of the shifters.
Jin and Namjoon watched them fondly from the doorway, all of them utterly exhausted from the raid and from changing in and out of their full forms.
You were cradled in between Hoseok’s legs, Jungkook pressed to your right, Taehyung to your left, with Jimin resting his head on your stomach.
Namjoon put a hand on Jin’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. The gesture says you did good, we’re whole again.
When Jimin wakes up, he can feel the anxiety trembling in the air. The fine, sensitive hairs all over his body twitch with it.
He reaches for you, but you’re not there.
Opening his eyes, he finds you pressed into the corner, shaking.
He’ll never forget the way you looked at him. You’ve never looked so scared, never so much like a cornered animal.
But it’s not until he calls your name and you look at him with no recognition in your eyes that he knows something is very, very wrong.
You flinch away from his touch, sending a pang of hurt through his heart, covering your ears and burying your head between your legs.
Jungkook jolts awake, probably triggered by the stench of your fear. He’s by your side in an instant, quietly whimpering as he presses his nose to what’s left of your hair.
Taehyung and Hoseok follow soon after.
They all try to comfort you with soft touches and calming words, muttering “you’re safe now” and “nothing can hurt you” over and over.
But it’s like you don’t hear them. Or don’t believe it.
You can’t even look at them until Hoseok orders you to. He remembers that Jimin likes following simple orders when he’s overwhelmed, and when it works on you a spark of joy lights in his face.
Something similar lights in your eyes too, but the next second it’s gone. Replaced by more panic, your gaze darts around the room wildly.
Jimin’s teeth clench as he anticipates what’s coming next. He knows the signs of someone about to bolt.
He’s proven right seconds later when you lunge for the door, roughly pushing past them.
They’re all shocked still for a moment. Why would you run from them? They’re supposed to be your safe place, your comfort people. They finally got you back. Shouldn’t you be happy? Why would you run from your own mates?
Jungkook takes off after you, tearfully calling your name. Then Hoseok takes off after Jungkook, worried that he might scare you even more in his emotional state.
Taehyung and Jimin just sit there, deflated. When their eyes meet, they’re both thinking the same thing: helping you feel safe again is going to be a lot harder than they thought.
You can be pretty fast when you want to be, especially when you’re frightened, so you make it all the way down the stairs and into the living room before Jungkook gets to you.
He grabs your shoulders, trying to be as non-threatening as he can, anchoring you to the floor as he tries to meet your eyes.
Twitching violently and nearly hyperventilating, your breath catches when he finally manages to catch your gaze. Only to rip it away again as a strangled noise escapes your throat.
That rare sound that only leaves Jungkook when he’s distressed fills the air. Somewhere between a high-pitched trill and a harsh cry, it seems to echo all throughout the house.
It alerts the remaining hyungs, making their ears perk and their lungs hitch.
They fell that burning in their chest, a sign that one of their mates is in pain. And from the way it singes through their veins, they know that it’s not one of their mates, but several of them.
When Jungkook calls out your name, you break out of his grip and take a few unsteady steps backward, searching for the nearest exit.
By that time, the shifters have made their way into the living room, along with Jin and Namjoon. They all crowd around you, muscles tensing when they feel the air vibrate with your panic.
Whipping around, you realize that you’re surrounded and utterly outnumbered.
They watch as you crumble in on yourself, sinking to the ground again in an effort to shield yourself from an oncoming attack.
A string of jumbled syllables falls from your lips. They have to get closer to realize what you’re saying.
“Please...please,” you mutter. “Please don’t hurt me.”
It breaks their hearts.
Every time one of them touches you, you jerk back and let loose another stream of frenzied pleas.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t run again. Just don’t hurt me, please. I’ll be good I promise just please don’t, don’t...”
Jungkook and Taehyung grasp your shoulders with tears in their eyes, Jimin running a soothing hand up and down your back.
“It’s okay, baby. Really, it’s okay. No one’s going to hurt you. Calm down for me, okay?” Taehyung says softly.
Your breathing slows just a little, maybe from hearing him say that he doesn’t plan on hurting you. Hesitantly, you look up at your surroundings, and the next second you’re thrown into another fit of shaking and begging.
“No no no, please...please,” you blurt out, voice trailing off at the end.
Too many touches, voices, scents. It all swirls in your brain and makes your heart and head thud rapidly. When will it stop, when will it just stop.
“Enough.”
Everyone freezes at the calm yet firm voice.
The boys turn towards it while you burrow further into yourself, waiting for a hit or command or insult, whichever comes first.
Yoongi stands at the other end of the room. His head and shoulders are drooped with exhaustion, no doubt still weak after breaking through the layers of wards single-handed.
His eyes are zeroed in on only you, brows furrowed and fists clenched. This is the first time he’s seen you in months. The cuts and old wounds, the scars, your mangled hair, the way your body is shriveled with malnourishment. It all makes his skin crawl with quiet rage.
Yoongi takes step after slow step towards you, and something about his commanding presence keeps you still.
The rest of them step aside to let him pass, holding their breath in anticipation of his next words. He’s always been the most patient, the most level-headed when one of them is having a panic attack.
He drops down to one knee, tilting your chin up with one gentle finger.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” he says, masterfully controlling his fury at seeing the state of you so none of it is directed towards you.
Still shaking, you meet his even stare. His own dark eyes soften, darting over the damage visible on your face.
“Tell me,” he begins in that same composed tone. “Who did this to you?”
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Hello author!
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My idea is here with Jungkook sick and OT7 Caretakers, if possible! (I miss them :(
So, they're enjoying a vacation together, in a private place. Its hot, and Jungkook cant handle well with it. He starts to feel week, dizzy and pale. Feeling like a low blood pressure.
Everyone looks at him worried. Jungkook faints while drinking some water and after he's wakes and is a little conscious, throw up the water he has drank. The members get desperate and go rushing to a hospital, calling a ambulance, bc maybe jk gets a insolation
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Sick: Jungkook
Caretaker: OT7
Tw: emeto, vom**, puking, dizziness, fainting, heat stroke, mentions of hospital, ambulance called
Word count: 795
Emojis: 2. 🏝☀️🥵🌡😵💫🤢🤮🚑
Yayaya two people requested sick jk with this prompt so I combined them again!! I hope you enjoy and it's what you wanted!!
(I'm also unsure of how many more I'm going to write but I think around 2-3 more!)
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Searing heat, thick humidity, a private and breathtaking oasis by the beach. With only seven of them present, there are no intrusive cameras or rigid schedules, just pure relaxation. And that's why Jungkook is so upset he's not feeling well. The thought of ruining the holiday is ten times worse than the dizzying nausea and sweat trailing his back.
Jungkook's hand shakes as he brings a water bottle to his lips, he's hiding under his hair so the others can't see how pale and sickly he's looking (and feeling). They're at this small private beach, practically in the backyard of their temporary house. Taehyung and Jimin are playing about in the water, throwing soggy sand at each other. Jungkook was with them originally, playing in the warm, crystal-clear water before the heat started taking a toll on him.
He couldn't deny the nausea and slowly made his way back to the blanket and shade they set up. With every step, his legs felt like jelly, and the world was spinning around him. He plopped onto the blanket, and now he clutches onto the water bottle with his remaining strength.
The others are frolicking about in the sand and water, laughter a comforting sound. Jungkook hoped the shade would help but now he just feels isolated and achy. Just as he was about to take another sip of water, the beach towel rustles next to him. Jungkook turns to find Namjoon, who's sat down with a book in his hand, now looking at him with concern.
"Jungkook you don't look so good, are you feeling okay?" Namjoon reaches a hand to touch the youngest's cheek, feeling unnatural warmth. Jungkook tried to laugh it off, but it came out weak and shaky. "Yeah, I just need some rest." He replies, Namjoon isn't convinced. "No, Jungkook I think you should lay down. You really don't look good." Namjoon's brows pinch together. Jungkook swallows audibly, his head is really starting to pound.
Jungkook has no clue what Namjoon just said. His ears are buzzing and he's struggling to keep up right. He can see a few others start to walk over, confusion on their faces. He registers the water in his hand and goes to take a sip, but it just ends up spilling down his front. Woah, he doesn't feel good. He feels blood pumping in his ears before losing consciousness.
"—unkook! Jungkook, hey. Nono don't sit up—" Jungkook feels his stomach lurch, hands on his body and the worried voices of his bandmates. All he can do is whimper before throwing up to his side and then clutch the nearest person. "H-hyungie—" Jungkook cries, beads of sweat on his forehead. "Kookie, Kookie shh, calm down, Jinnie-hyung has called an ambulance. You're gonna be okay." Jimin smooths Jungkook's hair and Namjoon fans his face with his book.
"I'm gonna be sick- don' feel good.." Jungkook mumbles, Yoongi thinks quick and he grabs one of their empty snack containers and shoves it under his chin. Taehyung takes a bit of a clean towel and pours some water on it to rest at the back of Jungkook's neck and try cool him down. He burps and buries his face into the container.
He pukes clear liquid and Jimin trails his hand up and down his back. His head throbs with each gag and the bright sun still hurts his eyes even in the shade. Letting out a miserable groan, the others are jittery with worry. "Guys the ambulance is here, make room for them." Hoseok instructs and the members move out the way, except for Namjoon who holds Jungkook and the container steady.
Jungkook still manages to be shy and embarrassed as the paramedics check his vitals and ask a couple questions. "Jungkook-ssi how are you feeling right now? Still like before?" A middle aged woman asks, "n-not as bad.." Jungkook turns to Namjoon, hoping he can provide some more details. "He was super pale and dissociated. He's thrown up twice now but I think it was just the heat that got to him." Namjoon explains.
The paramedics strap something to Jungkook's arm and say that they should take him in to administer an IV. "So this is a mild case of heat stroke, two of you are able to ride with him to the hospital if you'd like." One of them suggests.
Seokjin and Taehyung are quick to volunteer and the others promise to meet them at the hospital. In the ambulance Jungkook feels a mixture of emotions, shy but also too sick to suppress his need for his hyung's dotting. He holds Taehyung's hand and asks Seokjin to play with his hair. Looking forward to feeling better, Jungkook vows to always stay hydrated when going to the beach.
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Aftercare Headcanons
Ot7 x Reader
Summary: How each member would handle aftercare with their S/o
Warnings: mentions of sex(nothing explicit tho), not proofread
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!(note: since I did a similar list for Hobi a
while back, part of his section is kinda reiterations from that post).
Masterlist
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Jin:
Aftercare with him is pretty quiet, tbh. He tends to get a lil shy after sex, especially if it
was a rougher, more intense session, so he mainly likes to just hold you and talk for a
while to help you both calm down.
He’s pretty simplistic when it comes to his routine(hydrate, wash up, sleep), but he’s
super cute and gentle about the whole process, cracking lame jokes here and there to
make you laugh(lowkey bc it’s part of how he checks to make sure you’re in a good
headspace afterwards, but also just bc it’s Jin)
Lots of soft kisses and lingering touches as the two of you clean up(loves showering with
you and would totally just stay in there hugging you till the water runs cold)
Will happily make you both some snacks if you’re hungry, but he definitely needs a nap
with you to fully recharge.
Yoongi:
As I’ve said before, acts of service is his main love language, so this is very much his
wheelhouse.
He’s surprisingly cuddly after sex, especially if it was a more intense session. He finds
quiet skinship afterwards even more important than during the act. He might restrict your
hands so you can’t touch him during sex, but afterwards he’s making sure to hold them
and let you touch and feel him, helping both of you ground yourselves.
He might not be the most elaborate with his routine, but he’s very serious about the
basics. Like, he knows you might feel too tired to do much, but he will nag your ear off about dehydration and the dangers of UTIs if he has to till you drink some water and go
to the bathroom.
He kinda melts when you look after him too, tending any scratches or marks and offering
to massage any sore muscles. He’s used to being the one in the caregiver role, so when
the roles reverse, he turns into the softest baby.
Hobi:
He’s so soft and giggly after sex, his hands never leaving you, playing with your hands
as he leaves little kisses all over your face, speaking softly as he asks how you feel and
if there’s anything you need.
He tends to go into caretaker mode a lil bit, making sure you have some water, maybe a
snack if you feel up for it, carefully checking you over for any marks or sore spots that
need extra care if it was a more intense session.
He almost forgets to look after himself as well until you kinda take the reins on him,
treating him in much the same manner as he does you. Loves when you wash his hair
for him in the shower.
After you’re both clean and back in the bed, he likes to just kinda hang out with you,
watching a movie or show together, even though he almost always ends up falling
asleep while you play with his hair.
Namjoon:
Honestly, he gets a little shy/nervous during aftercare? He knows he has a tendency of
getting pretty rough even during softer sessions, so once he calms down and his head
clears, he wants to make sure you’re okay and that he didn’t go overboard.
Handles you so tenderly and with so much gentleness. Takes a lot of pride in getting to
look after you in such intimate ways, washing and drying your body, helping you get
dressed, making sure you eat and drink something before you fall asleep, etc.
Absolutely melts at the way you take care of him afterwards too, always ready with
gentle reassurances and soothing touches as you work out any soreness he has(could
honestly lead to a super soft round two if you’re not careful)
He doesn’t usually fall asleep that quickly after sex, so once you’re both clean and
settled in the bed or wherever, he likes to talk for a while till one of you falls asleep,
tending to get a little sentimental as he goes on.
Jimin:
He’s so sweet and comforting after sex, aftercare with him would be full of the softest
touches and kisses, refusing to leave your side for more than a minute(unless you want
some time by yourself, then he’s waiting impatiently for the second you say okay so he
can tackle you for another cuddle session)
Likes just getting to lay with you for a while as you come down, talking quietly while
running his hands over your body absent-mindedly or playing with your fingers to help
you both ground yourselves.
Takes looking after you quite seriously though, making sure you drink enough water and
do some stretches to relieve any soreness in your limbs before moving on to the shower
to clean up(where he will continue to hug/cling to you as you help wash each other)
Gets quite tired afterwards, but will only fall asleep once he’s sure you’re both okay and
tended to, either holding you close to his chest or vice versa.
Taehyung:
He’s usually super sleepy after sex, so initial aftercare is pretty basic, but still super
important for both of you.
He tends to get really clingy, needing to hold you close as the two of you talk and get
your bearings, seeking reassurance that you’re okay and that you both feel good, that
you love him, etc.
Honestly, you might have to take the reigns a little bit to make sure you’re both clean and
hydrated and taken care of in those ways before he falls asleep on you(he just feels soo
subby to me, I can’t)
In the morning/after a nap however, you’re waking up to a bubble bath, food, massages,
the full royal treatment. He basically waits on you hand and foot for the next couple
hours to make up for his initial lack of focus.
Jungkook:
He is so soft but serious about aftercare. He knows he can be more than a little rough
when he’s lost in the moment, so he tries to counter that by being extra gentle with you
afterwards.
He has the whole thing down to a system, it’s almost like a post workout routine for him,
(lowkey the type to high-five you afterwards like “good job babe”🙄)
He’s honestly kinda hyper about the whole thing? Like, as soon as he manages to catch
his breath, he’s immediately up and all over the place, getting you both some water,
helping you to the bathroom to wash up(will straight up carry you if your legs are shaky)
grabbing some fresh sheets if needed.
It’s only once you’re both clean and tended to that he kinda starts to slump and gets tired
and cuddly, snuggling close to you before dozing off.
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OT7: Tongue Tied (Intro)
In which you're not supposed to be the solution for all of the problems- but maybe you're just that; the missing piece.
Tags/Warnings: SFW, Hybrid!BTS x Hybrid!Reader, Wolf!BTS, Dog!Reader, strangers to ???, fluff, some angst, insecurities & very openly emotional reader
Length: long
A/N: the next chapters will, one by one, focus more on each member getting closer to the mc.
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"She will stay in a separate space we've been renovating for her at the company building." The manager says, well aware that the seven boys are very much not on board with the whole plan. "So you'll basically just have to interact with her for the camera and on certain schedules. Listen, I know you don't like the idea but it's the best way of making you guys seem.. less.. dangerous, after all that happened." He carefully phrases.
Jungkook scoffs. Namjoon clenches his jaw at that reaction, ready to scold. Taehyung sighs, tired of the constant fighting.
It was something the company had been fearing for quite some time now. And now, it's come to a point where even the public has noticed the growing tensions within the hybrid band- everyone on edge, easily irritated by each other. Originally, everyone had always thought it would be fine if they 'grew up' alongside each other, especially with Jungkook having been so young when he joined the company and group. But it didn't really matter down the line, it seems like, because by now, the air is constantly thick with frustration.
For the fans all over the world, the group full of hybrids, a somewhat traditional 'packing wolves, has been nothing but perfect and a shining representation of how far hybrids can come nowadays in terms of reaching success and wealth. But behind closed doors, it's headaches, fights, arguments and stress for everyone involved.
From trying to somehow keep track of their heats to re-scheduling things over and over again because the person interviewing or hosting at the event might be an unmated hybrid that could set off any of the guys at just a glance. They're all of a category two, technically independent and mostly human- but sometimes, staff would like to argue against that. Jungkook and Jimin can be harder to control than a horde of toddlers sometimes, while Yoongi and Namjoon are sometimes just plain scary. Taehyung literally does what he wants together with Seokjin, and Hoseok usually keeps to himself. Its all a mess, really.
Especially now that the cracks had begun to show to the public as well.
"Why a category five though?" Jin argues from the side. "You've been complaining about us for years now. And we're the most 'normal' one might say." He air quotes as he speaks.
"If they see you being kind to a category five like her-" the manager explains himself, "-they highly likely will calm down."
"Or start letting their frustrations out on her." Namjoon disagrees. "If they smell just a hint of any of us liking her in any way they'll go rabid."
"So what? It's not like she'll properly understand the situation, or talk about it to anybody." The manager shakes his head. "She will live at the company building, like I said. That's top security around her twenty-four-seven, and she will also have regular caretakers- staff will look after her for you, you don't have to interact with her at all apart from scheduled activities. It'll be fine." He tries, and everyone sighs.
Well- it's not like they've got the last word either way.
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Jungkook is a sensitive person.
Not as in weak, but as in, his senses are very much sharp enough to notice even the slightest changes in something. And so when the first furniture is delivered, first boxes with what he assumes to be the new hybrid's personal items, there's something in the air he can't quite put a finger on.
"Oh, Jungkook-ssi!" One of the staff almost runs into him, as he stands alone in the dark and rather small space you'll be living in soon. "I almost locked you in. Is there something you need?" She asks, and he shakes his head.
Something about the faint scent of yours clinging to some of the items placed, like the blankets and pillows and stuffed animals, makes him wonder what will happen from now on. You're being used for higher gain- and in a way, he wonders if you'll know that, or if you're not able to understand the complexity of the situation like his managers had claimed. A category five doesn't mean you're mentally challenged, after all. You're just a bit more hybrid than he, or the rest of the guys are.
And somehow, it all just suddenly feels so fucked up to him.
"No, sorry, I just wanted to.. look around I guess." He offers the staff member who nods kindly, before he leaves to go home.
Somehow feeling a little heavy inside.
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"Am I the only one who thinks this is fucked up?" Yoongi sighs as they all laze around in the living room area of the dorm they share. "We don't even know where the fuck they get that hybrid from."
"With the way they're talking about her it feels as if she must be from a carecenter or something alike." Seokjin offers from the side. "After all, they did mention that she needs help in looking after herself." He notes, and Taehyung chimes in at that.
"I mean I get the idea but.. it's still odd to 'use' her for that. And what if she doesn't even like us?" He shakes his head. "Category five's are pretty obvious in what they're thinking. It's not like they can just tell her to act the part."
Everyone falls silent at that. The wolf hybrid has a point here- if she doesn't play the part well, what will happen then?
"Well- not that I care." Hoseok announces, getting up. "And neither should you guys. We're getting paid to entertain people, nothing more." He simply mumbles to himself, leaving to go to bed. And he's probably right too- the less the guys think about what the situation means to you, the better. And done the line, the space given to you at the company building is definitely better than any shelter or carecenter you're probably currently residing at.
Jungkook however isn't convinced. He's still remembering that odd feeling he had earlier standing in between all those things that smelled like you.
And he's got a feeling that this whole 'plan' will probably not go the way they all planned it to.
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Despite everyone's varying levels of interest in you at first, it's pretty clear that today, the date you'll be officially moving in, the entire pack is equally as eager to get a glimpse of you.
"Remind me why you're all in my studio?" Namjoon sighs, watching everyone camp out in his small space, both Jimin and Taehyung peeking out the door.
"They're here! There right there, they just brought them in-!" Jimin whispers sharply, and suddenly even Namjoon gets up to maybe catch a glance.
"She must be young." Taehyung mumbles, watching how an elderly woman in a 'Seoul Hybrid Care Project'-jacket holds your hand as you walk next to her. Your tail is a little curled and clearly one of a canine hybrid- your ears somewhat folded downwards.
"Maybe she's just short." Namjoon argues quietly, Jungkook pushing a bit to get a glimpse too. "I mean- if she was too young to attend late shows and schedule that would be pretty dumb wouldn't it?" He wonders, and the others hum in agreement, watching as your tail lowers, your mood visibly changing as soon as it's evident you'll be staying.
They all start to feel a little bad once they have to watch you cling to the caretaker- probably your only familiar person, who attempts to make you understand that you'll stay here now. It's the first taste of what you as a category five are like- there's no covering up your emotions whatsoever, you visibly and clearly make it known that you're not happy about this situation.
The only thing that soothes the pack a little it the sight of the staff gently wiping your tear stained cheeks before leading you into your new living space, door closing behind you. Though it's odd- because somehow, the entire pack feels closer than they've been in a few years by now, everyone equally both interested and mildly worried for you.
"Okay I can't be the only one who feels this though." Taehyung suddenly perks up, the ball of squeezed together wolf hybrids breaking up as they all get back into the studio, door closing. "Right?"
"She's a category five Taehyung!" Namjoon scolds.
At that, everyone falls silent for a moment.
Because while they can't deny what Taehyung mentioned was true-
Namjoon also had a point.
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You are, in fact, not actually that young, merely months behind Jungkook.
And Seokjin's very sharp sense of observation tells him that you're not at all unaware of your surroundings whatsoever. It seems like you want to talk often but then remember something that makes you shut up before you can even open your mouth. You're however otherwise clearly aware of what's going on, interested and curious about things you don't know. It must be frustrating to not be able to voice out your thoughts, he thinks to himself, already wondering if there could be a different way of communicating with you.
Turns out you are indeed a domestic dog hybrid, chosen for your rather reserved but friendly nature. You've been born to a mother than wanted to stay anonymous, having given you up as a newborn pup at a shelter, presumably because you're the result of infidelity.
Taehyung is, to no one's surprise, the first one to try and interact with you in the practice room. You seem a bit hesitant at first but it's very clear that you're easily warming up to him, your tail wagging every time Jimin says something that makes Taehyung laugh. The two wolves are sitting close to you, and you seem alright with that, albeit a little shy.
Which is to be expected, considering its been barely a week since you moved into the company building, and you've also never really met them.
"What're you looking for, hm?" Taehyung wonders as he watches you search around for something. You look at him at that, unsure, like you're fighting internally with yourself.
"Maybe she's too shy to say it out loud?" Jungkook wonders, sitting down close to you as well now. "You wanna whisper it maybe?" He tries, leaning in and pointing to his hybrid ear-
And to everyone's surprise you do actually sit up on your knees, cupping your hands over his ears before you whisper something.
And of course, everyone is eager to know what it was, since it makes the youngest look so caught off guard, cheeks red as he gets up to fetch a bottle of water from a table nearby.
They distract themselves for the time being by starting to actually practice, occasionally watching your reaction to their choreography. Being watched by you is actually not that weird at all- if anything, it makes them all work a bit harder as if to impress you, underline their deaths as the perfect idols they are.
Though, at the end of the day, they're also just a pack of young wolves, and it's clear.
Jungkook let's himself fall onto his back close to you, huffing in exhaustion making everyone laugh. The air feels oddly light today, as if the stress isn't actually that bad this time around. And it's especially evident in the way everyone laughs when you reach out to pet Jungkooks head as if to tell him that he worked hard, making the idol shy again.
Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all.
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It's your first public appearance.
Described to the public as a 'charity case', you've been somewhat officially shown in behind the scenes footage every now and then, many fans having already found some info on you from the internet. The reactions are mixed, but mostly positive- many claiming that the band and company are showing how kind the world can be by taking you in. It's probably because the company itself had made it clear that you do not actually live with the boys, but in a separate place with personal caretakers, eliminating the possibility of causing a dating rumor for now, though that might happen naturally at some point.
However, all is better than having to defend the guys fighting amongst each other like dogs over food.
The level of comfort around you varies amongst the members, which is to be expected- but it's already clear that you're very good at wrapping people around your little finger. Seokjin is holding your hand as they all walk through the airport together, and you never let go of it once, staying close to the oldest. He's become somewhat of a guardian figure for you- his calm and carefree attitude drawing you in.
He helps you buckle your seatbelt on the plane, and helps you out of your jacket like it's second nature, though he does roll his eyes at Hoseok commenting how he looks like a father. "Well at least I'm helping her, you all just ignore her or play around!" He scolds, tension rising when Taehyung starts to argue from the corner.
"Hey, no one asked you to play the part!" He barks. "We got staff for that.." he scoffs to himself, while Namjoon shakes his head.
"Guys please.." he begs quietly, though the barking doesn't die down.
"So we're just supposed to act like we care but toss her aside? How cruel is that?" Jin argues back, making Jungkook whine from close by.
"Hyung, don't shout like that-" He worries, and Seokjin is ready to really shout now, when Yoongi gets up and walks over to unbuckle your seatbelt. Only now does everyone take a moment to notice you quietly crying to yourself.
"Come on, I'll get you some tissues.." the wolf mumbles quietly to you, effectively removing you from the crossfire to have you sit next to himself instead.
It's quiet at that, except for the soft sound of you blowing your nose and whimpering a bit as Yoongi offers his silent support to you. Jin sighs as he sits back down, sound signaling the start of the flight.
It stays quiet like this until the seatbelts are allowed to be removed, an apologetic looking Jungkook walking up next to where Yoongi sits next to you. You're asleep already, having taken the rapper up on the silent offer to sleep on his lap, a pillow on his thighs offering comfort for your head. "M' sorry." The youngest mumbles quietly, running a hand over your head.
"We've got to stop, at least around her." Namjoon says, calmly. "Our pack issues are one thing, but unloading all that on her is just unfair."
"I didn't mean to shout like that.." seokjin sighs from his seat.
"And I didn't mean to get so angry either.." Taehyung apologizes.
"What's even wrong with us in the first place?" Hoseok asks, shaking his head to himself. "Its like we're just fighting these days, nothing else."
"Cause we do." Jungkook says, still petting your head. It's clear that the youngest is pretty attached to you already. "We're just complaining and arguing.." he mumbles softly, watching you sleep.
"Why.?" Jin asks himself mostly.
"Doesn't matter." Yoongi quietly offers. "But we gotta figure this shit out without getting her caught in the middle like that." He reminds everyone. "She can't talk and tell us to stop-"
"She can, though." Jungkook perks up, ears standing tall.
"What?" Namjoon is interested now. Category five hybrids typically don't talk.
"The water bottle on Tuesday. She told me what she wanted when I asked her to, you know, tell me quietly." Jungkook explains. "I think she's just- embarrassed, maybe?"
"Of what?" Hoseok wonders. "Talking in that category is impressive."
"Yeah but she- I guess she's got some trouble pronouncing words. She didn't say 'water' for example, but something like 'wadu'." He tells his packmates.
"Thats cute though." Taehyung laughs from his seat, the others chuckling as well. "Maybe at the center she got made fun of." He tries to justify.
"Could be." Namjoon nods. "But with some practice she could surely work on that issue. It would help tremendously if she at least communicates in single words." He says, and everyone agrees.
"You know.." yoongi smiles to himself, looking down on you still sleeping. "...I think she's doing something entirely different than just polishing our image already."
"Huh?" Hoseok asks.
"Dont you notice?" The rapper asks the pack. "Everytime it's about her, we agree. No fighting. We suddenly problem-solve and actually talk." He explains.
"...I-" Namjoon stares at you at that revelation, realizing it as well. "You're right."
Maybe you're not just a publicity stunt after all-
But an actual solution for the root of the problem.
#bts imagine#bts fanfic#bts fic#ot7 hybrid fanfic#ot7 hybrid imagine#ot7 fic#ot7 x reader#ot7 imagine#hybrid imagine
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Just Dance, It'll be okay
Sickie: Taehyung
Caretaker: Ot7
Tw: Emeto, scat, medically inaccurate, slight blood.
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For Today's RUN BTS, the guys would be doing just dance. They'd been split into 2 teams: Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook in one and Jin Yoongi Joon and Jimin in the other.
All they had to do was score high points on the dances and then the winning team would be rewarded with a special gift from the staff. That be totally easy, right?
Wrong. They almost weren't able to film because Taehyung kept complaining about how his stomach felt sore and heavy. Now usually, the members would've let him stay in the dorm but filming that episode was the only thing they had left to do that day sit the boys decide they should all just go and Taehyung could just rest between takes if he needed to.
So now, Taehyung's busting his guts trying to keep up with Jungkook and Hobi's dance moves. "How are you guys dancing so fast?" he says in deep amazement." It's just skill hyung." Jungkook giggles.
"4 stars not too bad" Hoseok chuckles to himself, all his years of dancing were to thank for such a high score. "Good job Hoba four stars are great, but my team's definitely gonna get 5," Jin says, playfully hitting Hoseok's shoulder. "Oh, you're so on hyung!" The twos banter is soon interrupted by Taehyung mumbling something about needing the bathroom and him swiftly walking off.
While eavesdropping on his hyungs conversation the vocalist's stomach started bubbling, causing everything inside of him to be stirred up and pushed down. When he arrived at the toilets he managed to catch a quick glimpse of himself in the mirror before running into a stall. He didn't look too bad.
The second Taehyung sits on the toilet his stomach cramps and warm mush begins to leave his body at a rapid pace. He can't remember the last time he had the runs but he's pretty sure it never sucked this much. Luckily for him though, it ends as quickly as it started.
As Tae washes his hands he looks at his face in the mirror again he looks bad now, his face was pale, his cheeks were flushed and to top it all off he was beginning to feel nauseous. God, how was he going to keep filming this episode?
After giving himself a small pep talk taehyung walks back into the filming room his hand placed discreetly on his stomach. "Hey Taehyung, how're you feeling?" Namjoon asks he'd been waiting for the boy to see how he was holding up since earlier.
"I don't feel that well hyung, Taehyung mumbled, can we.. go home, please. Namjoon looks at the second youngest, it's true he doesn't look well at all but they only have one dance left to film so they can't leave yet.
"Aw, Taehyungie, I'm so sorry but we can't leave yet, Namjoon starts guiltily, We have one dance left to film then we can go okay?" Taehyung doesn't say anything he only nods his head gently and walks off plastering on a fake smile ready for the cameras.
Namjoon truly does feel bad for not taking Taehyung home but the director is strict and won't let them without a valid reason and something tells him a stomach ache won't count as a good enough excuse. Hopefully, Tae could cope with one last dance.
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If the was a hole in the ground right now taehyung would 100 per cent let it swallow him. This last dance was taking a real toll on his already aching belly. The dance had way too many spins and jumps in it and it was making him feel extremely unwell.
As the song starts to come to a close the boy can't withstand the pain anymore and doubles over cradling his abdomen, causing his teammates to look at him in complete shock and worry. "Woah there, are you okay tae?" "My s-stomach hurts"
Hoseok and Jungkook and everyone else except Namjoon had forgotten the main vocalist wasn't feeling the best. Jimin runs over to the boy and hugs him before cooing "My poor Taehyungie" Taehyung hugs his friend back and pulls away shortly after.
"Can we go home now, please?" No one hesitates to say yes as they grab their stuff and leave. The car ride back to the dorm is filled with lots of apologies to Taehyung, which are answered with a simple "It's okay" Or "it's fine".
Taehyung knows how tight the director is so he can't blame Namjoon or anyone else for the fact he couldn't go home early. But that was the least of his concerns at the moment, what he was really worried about was what was wrong with him.
He assumes it's just a stomach bug, he has all the symptoms after all; Nausea stomach cramps, diarrhoea and he was pretty sure he was running a fever. How he managed to catch this bug was unknown but it didn't feel good at all.
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As the car pulls into the driveway the ailing boy lets out a sigh of relief. He was beginning to get carsick before but now that the car had stopped his nausea had calmed down too.
"So how are you feeling now Taehyung-ah," Seokjin asks. "My stomach really hurts hyung and I feel sick." The oldest takes in the information and tries to think of a reasonable diagnosis for his dongsaeng.
He opens his mouth to speak before being cut off by Yoongi, "Maybe you just need to take a fat shit? He says bluntly Everyone looks at the rapper in disbelief there is no way he's just said that.
"I already did earlier, I had the runs" Taehyung says his face turning read with embaressment. Hoseok walks over to the boy and feels his forehead, he clicks his tounge. "I think you've caught a tummy bug Tae"
Taehyung hums and lays down on the sofa before gagging and suddenly bolting up. "I- I'm gonna be sick" he mumbles Jungkook quickly runs and grabs a waste bin for his hyung.
The vocalist grabs it and begins to retch into it bringing up a large amount vomit followed by a thin stream of acid that burns his throat.
The members all mutter sweet muses and kind words to him but they're drowned out by the sound of sick hitting the bin.
Eventually, Tae places the bin on the ground and curls up on himself. The guys exchange nervous glances before Jimin speaks up, "I think you should eat something sweetie" Taehyung groans and shakes his head "I'm not hungry"
"Taehyung I really think you should eat something," Yoongi explains he was starting to get worried. Yoongi was never one to publicly show sensitivity but with the members he always would, especially the maknae line. "Alright hyung.."
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All the members sit around the dining table eating the bulgogi that Jin had just made with the help of Jungkook. Well almost everyone, Taehyung did manage to eat a couple mouthfuls of food but then decided to stop. His stomach hurt way too much.
A small fruit fly flies past jimin causing him to look up in doing so he spots his fellow 95 liner staring blankly at the food in front of him "How come you're not eating?" "I think I've lost my appetite" Tae answers resting his head on the table.
"Aw you poor thing, Namjoon says sweetly, maybe you should go for a nap" The younger boy nods and starts to get up but then he's hit by a sudden wave of nausea just like earlier. He walks swiftly to the sink and begins to bring up the few bits of his dinner.
Nobody moves over to help him, not because they don't toof it's just that they're In too much shock and worry to move.
As he continues to puke Taehyung senses an odd taste in his mouth which makes him feel dizzy. He clamps his hand over his mouth and swallows repetitively before glancing down at small streaks of blood that were in the sink. He had just vomited blood.
Everyone notices the colour drain from Taehyungs face and exchange nervous glances. Jungkook speaks up "Taehyungie hyung, are you okay?" Taehyung just points to the sink he can't bring himself to speak. The youngest walks over and looks cautiously at what he's pointing at before saying "We're gonna need a hospital."
After looking at the vomit Jungkook starts to feel a little sick himself but ignores it and leads Taehyung out to get his shoes on. The others stand up to leave too and as they do take a glance at the messed-up sink. Now they see why they were going.
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After a chaotic ride to the hospital, they made it. As soon as they walk in a nurse is already waiting for them turns out Jungkook had called them in advance while helping tae with his shoes.
Taehyung is immediately checked out and diagnosed with appendicitis which he needs surgery for straight away. The nurse also tells the group that they brought him in at the right time as his appendix was almost at the point of bursting.
Everyone gives the sicky boy a gentle hug before he's brought onto the surgery room. "He'll be alright,seokjin says with a smile, Taehyung's super strong" Namjoon and Hoseok hum in agreement.
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Taehyung opens his eyes and looks around in confusion, why was he in a hospital bed and why did he feel so sore? He tries to sit up but is stopped by someone who gently pushes him back down. They smell like frosting it was Yoongi.
"Woah there buddy, you don't want to rip your stitches." Taehyung looks around at his hyungs and Jungkook were they going mad, he doesn't have stitches. "What?" "You got your appendix out Tae, as Yoongi hyung and Jimin" Hoseok explains.
"So Yoongi hyung and Jiminie are my appendicitis sunbaenims?" Taehyung asks still pretty high on anaesthetic. They all laugh at Tae's cuteness. "Yes Tae Tae, yes we are" Jimin giggles.
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Just wanna say I think this is the longest fic I've ever written. Like girl, idek how many words there are but I hope you all enjoyed this 💜
Edit: wait now I'm looking at it and it don't look that long TwT the struggles real💀
#sick!taehyung#caretaker!ot7#bts emeto#tw emeto ment#sickfic#mentions of vomit#bts sickfic#im backkkk#bts#not medically accurate#appendicitis#slight scat
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Hey I have a request💜
Jungkook with a bad and sneezy cold and fever, he become sad and cry a little bit, while the members take care of him making him soup and clean his nose for him. I would like Jungkook with stuck sneezes and cant sneeze so the members make him sneeze to help him in many ways.
Ps: Im italian so english isn't my native language Im sorry😅
Grazie per la richiesta! 💜💜 Mie piaciuto scrivere questo!
Sono felice che ti piaccia i il mio lavoro da un altro paese. (Il mio italiano non e buono. Non lo uso piu molto. Scusa!)
Pairing: OT7 - platonic intentions but ship how you want.
Words: 2684
Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Cold Symptoms || Illness || Snz Content || Congestion || Graphic Descriptions of Snot || Induced Snz Content || Sick Member || Snzing on Members
See Also: @sneezyminniejo did a very similar fic recently to nearly the same request. It can be found here. They also did such a good job with it and it's such a pleasure to read! Please make sure to read that fic as well! <3
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Jungkook's been fighting a cold for three days. It’s a brutal battle; there are empty blister packs and crumpled up tissues strewn about as evidence that Jungkook’s holding his own. But when he wakes on day four, it seems the cold is coming out on top. The combined efforts of cold medicine and nasal spray prove useless. He can't breathe at all though his nose, and he's hacking merciless coughs that tear through his chest. In these minutes of misery, he believes being mauled by a bear would hurt less.
He stands in the bathroom white knuckling the edge of the sink. After a round of wet coughs, he spits the phlegmy remains down the drain and sniffles harshly. But nothing moves in his sinuses. It's an impenetrable wall of snot. He tries forcing air in, he tries forcing air out. It's all ineffective. He whimpers pitifully, splashing warm water over his face hoping that might help. Still, nothing changes. He momentarily contemplates using that neti pot that Namjoon swears by.
The six members can hear Jungkook hitching and sniffling heavily from the bathroom. But they give him space. Jungkook was adamant from day one that "it's not a big deal" and “It’s just a small cold” and the ever so mature "I can take care of myself." So they wait. They agreed to let Jungkook come to them, when he needs it. They try not to coddle him too much, unless that's what he wants. So they are seated around the table, breakfast served, listening to Jungkook lose another battle with his nose.
It goes on for a while and Jungkook's not coming down to eat. Seokjin cracks and stands from the table. Hoseok immediately interjects, "He said he doesn't want any help."
"And I'm not going to help him," the elder answers nonchalantly, "I'm just feeling a little warm." He casually goes over to the home thermostat and lowers the temperature a few degrees. There’s a mischievous look in his eyes as he presses the down arrow repeatedly. The other members seem to understand what their hyung is up to. They nod collectively around the table, Seokjin retaking his seat. They don't need to speak about it, everyone already knows there’s a plan.
There's another round of painful sounding coughs followed by throat clearing and spitting. Then they finally hear footsteps walking toward the staircase. Seconds later, Jungkook joins them at the table. His food has already gone cold.
"Bornin, hyunds" Jungkook greets, pushing the plate aside and resting his head on the table. Maybe if he hits his head hard enough against the table, the snot clogging his sinuses will finally shift. It's a fleeting thought, and he ultimately decides not to act on it. Instead, he just sniffles thickly again.
"Still got that cold, JK?" Jimin asks, hoping maybe Jungkook would admit that he's feeling bad. They don't have anything to do today, so what's the harm in seeking a little attention?
"Yeah," he sniffles thickly as if to prove his point. "I dink id's gettig wordse. Id anyone else cold?" His teeth are chattering as he wraps his arms around his upper body.
Sure, they know Seokjin lowered the temperature a few degrees in the dorms. But Jungkook makes it seem like he's sitting in a winter storm without a coat. There's several replies around the table that all convince Jungkook he's alone in feeling cold. He kind of suspected that was the case.
Hoseok leans over uninvited and presses a hand to the maknae's forehead. Surprisingly Jungkook doesn't pull away; instead, he leans further into Hoseok's touch basking in the memory of what warmth feels like.
"Aigoo, you feel a bit warm, bun." The dancer announces to the table. Jungkook groans in response to the news. Instead of pulling his hand away, Hoseok uses it to stroke gently down Jungkook's cheek as a comforting gesture.
Jungkook melts at the touch. It's just the simple comfort he's been denying himself for the past three days. The same comfort he's been craving, but has been too ashamed to ask for. But now he's feverish and stuffy and miserable. And he just wants to be cuddled.
"Hyunds," the maknae's eyes begin to water as he looks at them. He can sense their pity. He knows they won't be mad. "I deally don'd beel good."
Jimin stands from his seat and wraps his arms around the sick maknae, pressing a long kiss to the crown of his head. No one else moves, they don't want to smother him. Besides, Jimin is the best when it comes to physical comfort. "That's okay, Jungkookie. Hyungs are here to take care of you." He reassures, wiping fallen tears off his fellow vocalist's flushed cheeks.
Despite Jimin’s soft tones and gentle touches, Jungkook breaks down into hysterical sobs. He knows he’s been a jerk to his hyung for days and they didn’t say anything to him about it. He feels bad, physically and emotionally. And he can’t help but think that maybe if he would have let his hyungs help days ago, he wouldn’t be feeling so badly now. “Hyunds, I’b dorry. I’b do dorry.” He repeats through broken, hiccuping sobs.
Jimin repositions so he’s sitting on Jungkook’s lap. He pulls the maknae in and buries his face into his own shoulder, petting his damp hair slightly. He doesn’t care about the mess it will make. He just wants for Jungkook to calm down. It hurts his heart to hear Jungkook wail like this. Jimin’s whispering sweet nothing and reassurances into Jungkook’s ears so quietly not even Hoseok, who is seated beside them, can hear.
As Jungkook starts to finally calm down, Jimin makes subtle gestures to the other members. He’s got Jungkook for now. But they’re going to need a team effort if they want Jungkook to be effectively taken care of. So the table disperses to various areas of the house. Jungkook doesn’t even hear them leave.
When he looks up, Jimin’s holding a napkin toward him encouraging him to blow his nose. Jimin doesn’t let go of the napkin, and when Jungkook turns away Jimin’s hand follows. Eventually, Jimin just cups the napkin around Jungkook’s nose and squeezes. The napkin fills, now sticky and wet against Jimin’s fingertips. But there’s room for more. And from the sound of Jungkook’s sniffling, there’s definitely more. “Good, now blow for real this time,” Jimin commands in a low assertive voice. It’s eerily close to Yoongi’s tone. Jungkook doesn’t mess around when Jimin deepens his voice. He knows it means he’s serious. Jungkook blows hard, relieved that crying had loosened his sinuses. He files it away as a quick fix should he feel stuffed up again.
Jimin pulls the napkin away, wiping at any left over on or around Jungkook’s nose. He puts the napkin on Jungkook’s untouched plate of food and goes back to coddling. Jungkook’s on Jimin’s shoulder again, the one that’s not soiled with tears and snot, and Jimin’s rocking them from side to side. It’s a peaceful few minutes of comfort. Then Jungkook’s breath hitches and he scrunches up his nose. “Hhe- EHet-” He anticipates a sneeze and points his face away from Jimin. But he loses it as soon as it snuck up on him. “Ghuh” He sniffles and shakes his head, trying to will the sneeze back. The need is still there. Less urgent, but it will happen sooner or later. He prefers sooner.
Jimin chuckles at the disappointed and determined look on Jungkook’s face. He knows how annoying it can be to feel a sneeze that’s not ready to come out yet. “Ah, Kook-ah, let hyung help you.” Jimin pulls Jungkook’s face back, brushing longer strands of hair against the edged of Jungkook’s nostrils. The thin strands tickle at Jungkook’s nose. And the residual chemical smell of hair dye from Jimin’s new color is strong enough for Jungkook to sense. The combination does wonders for Jungkook’s stuck sneeze.
It’s a matter of seconds before Jungkook’s hitching and pitching with a flurry of sneezes. “Eh-NgtCHI, Heh-PFTIchu, HEI-gnxtch” He tried to turn away, but Jimin kept him tucked in. The sneezes sprayed against Jimin’s neck, some of the dampness getting in the short vocalist's hair. But Jimin doesn’t flinch or cringe. He doesn’t pull away.
Jimin waits patiently for the fit to end and then looks at Jungkook’s face. His eyes are red rimmed, nose dripping with fresh snot that he tries to sniffle back. There’s a small pout on his lips. And the maknae’s breathing is labored, like the force of the sneezing took his breath away. He smooths over Jungkook’s hair. “Feel better?” he asks softly, reaching around the table for an unused napkin. He wishes they were closer to a box of tissues.
“A biddle,” Jungkook replies, already wiping the drippage on the back of his sleeve in the interest of time. “I wadda sleeb,” he admits.
Jimin chuckles. “Okay, baby. The couch should be all set up for you now.” He leaps off Jimin’s lap and offers the maknae a hand. Jungkook accepts the hand and allows Jimin to guide him to the living room. Like Jimin alluded to, his personal bedding is set up on the couch. It’s clear now Jimin’s affections were meant to bide time.
Jungkook makes himself comfortable on the pillow that’s leaned up against Hoseok’s lap. He knows Hoseok is a bit of a germaphobe, but he can’t resist getting as close to the dancer as possible. He assumes it’s okay when Hoseok coos and starts rubbing Jungkook’s arms over the blanket.
Before he gets too comfortable, Seokjin and Yoongi emerge from the kitchen. Seokjin’s holding a steaming bowl and Yoongi’s got a small pharmacy in his arms. “You’ve gotta eat something before sleeping, JK.” Seokjin advises, “And take some medicine.”
“Bill you feed be?” Jungkook asks in a small voice as he sits himself up. He continues to lean against Hoseok. Seokjin isn’t going to say no to such a precious request. He sits on the floor in front of Jungkook and spoon feeds him. Jungkook eats half the bowl before he says he’s full. Jungkook’s not usually the type to get full, especially on less than one serving; but Seokjin doesn’t argue it. When Seokjin steps away, Yoongi approaches with blister packs of cold medicine.
“Do you want daytime or nighttime?” Yoongi asks before he opens anything.
“Night,” Jungkook pleads. He just wants to be asleep. Yoongi pops the pills and hands them to Jungkook. While the maknae works to dry swallow those, he’s pouring a dose of cough medicine which Jungkook takes with only a few complaints. “Cab I dleeb now?” He’s still making a sour face from the taste of cough syrup. Yoongi smooths a fever patch into his forehead.
Yoongi nods and settles nearby. One by one all the members come to rest around the couch. There’s a movie playing in the background but no one can give it much attention. With Jungkook’s constant thick sniffling and wet coughing, everyone’s attention is on the sick maknae.
“Are you sure you don’t want to try the neti pot?” Namjoon offers, as is standard everytime one of the members has a cold. The answer is always a resounding no, but he’ll make the suggestion until the day he dies. In line with the tradition, Jungkook cringes at the mention. He’s terrified that he’d drown or his brain would fill with water. It’s not logical, but neither is pouring water up your nose.
“What if we make you sneeze?” Taehyung suggests mischievously. There’s a silence among the members. Taehyung feels judged for even suggesting it, so he elaborates, “If you sneeze, you might clear up your sinuses. And finally be able to sleep.”
Jungkook’s entranced by the idea of sleep. He’s beyond drowsy and sapped of energy since he took the night med. He’d be asleep if it weren’t for the heaviness in his chest and head. His only reservation is that he doesn’t think he has the stamina to sneeze. Each one rips out of him with such force. He doesn’t have the energy for that. But he’s willing to try. “Led’s try id.” He admits.
Taehyung’s up and out of the room at light speed. He doesn’t tell anyone what he’s planning. The other members look around and try to come up with ways to make Jungkook sneeze. Jimin stays silent. He’d already been sneezed on today, he feels it’s someone else’s turn. Seokjin makes the first move. He blows in Jungkook’s face, a slow stream of air directed toward the top of Jungkook’s nose. It makes the maknae’s nose twitch. He hitches once. But nothing productive.
Namjoon instructs Jungkook to look at the light, hoping that might trigger something. But the cool lighting of the dorm isn’t bright enough to trigger a reaction. Still his nose itches and he scrubs at it. Hoseok grabs a candle sitting on the side table. But when he looks at it, he notices it’s unscented. Of course all the candles are unscented. Scented candles make Jungkook sneeze. So they don’t keep them in the dorm. Yoongi shrugs and jams a finger under Jungkook’s nose.
“Hyung, that’s how you stop a sneeze,” Jimin remarks with a chuckle.
Yoongi stutters embarrassed, “Ya, maybe it works both ways. You never know.” Jimin raises his hands in surrender. Yoongi’s finger doesn’t have any effect on Jungkook’s stuck sneezes. He hitches again gasping for air, desperate to relieve the tickle in his nose.
Taehyung runs back into the room with a shaggy throw pillow in hand. He shoves the pillow against Jungkook’s face. The surrounding members can clearly smell the strong cologne that Taehyung wears to award ceremonies. It smells as though he dipped the whole pillow into the bottle.
Jungkook inhales a heavy dose of the cologne and is immediately thrown into a sneezing fit. “hep’tehCHU, hmf’NXTchi, he-eh'HXTt, HA’tichu, hpti’atCHI, HXTngt, Hi’TISHuu” He sneezes relentlessly into what he knows if Taehyung’s favorite snuggle pillow. Each sneeze is louder and messier than the next. They are hard on his throat and they hurt in his nose, but it’s working. He can feel mucus shift with each sneeze. He can tell just from the stickiness alone that the pillow is now covered in his snot.
He wants to pull it away. The heavy scent of the cologne is still attacking his nose. But he doesn’t want the others to see the mess he’s made. After 13 harsh sneezes, Namjoon rips the pillow away and tosses it onto the reclining chair in the corner. “Alright, Jungkook. I think that’s enough.” He tries to keep it lighthearted, but he’s seriously concerned about Jungkook’s vocal cords after all the sneezing.
Jungkook’s left with nothing to hide his messy face. There’s snot glistening his skin all the way down to his chin. He hastily rubs the sleeves of his sweater against his face to clean himself. He’s tearing up at the same time, embarrassed. Seokjin’s got a box of tissues in his hands. He grabs three and approaches the maknae.
“Jungkook-ah. Don’t use your sweater. That’s not clean.” His voice is calm and sweet. “Here, hyung has tissues for you.”
Jungkook grabs them hastily and finishes cleaning up. He throws the balled up tissues on the same chair as the pillow. He figures they should keep all of his mess together. “More, please.” Jungkook asks, his voice a lot clearer than it has been all day. Seokjin just passes the whole box.
Jungkook blows his nose loudly three more times before he finally feels empty. Or emptier, at least. He’s now able to breathe better through one nostril and his head feels less heavy. And as expected, the sneezing fit wore him to bits. He finally feels like he can sleep. He nestles back in against Hoseok who accepts him with open arms.
Taehyung smiles, reclaiming his previous seat. “Sleep well, Jungkookie.” He rubs the maknae’s calf.
Still no one can focus on the movie over the sounds of Jungkook’s congested snores.
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A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!
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