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cuddlepilefics · 8 months

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Hiding an illness

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Yeosang

Caregivers: Ateez

Prompt: @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Yeosang’s eyes watered as he picked up his head. He couldn’t remember how long he had been out but it had to have been a while because his legs cramped and his back ached. With a shaky hand, Yeosang flushed the toilet, not wanting to look at his stomach contents again. When he got to his feet, his vision darkened around the edges, forcing him to hold onto the sink. After taking a few deep breaths to ride out the dizziness, Yeosang washed his hands and took a look at himself in the mirror. Gosh, he looked dreadful. Rinsing his mouth with water a couple of times, he reached for the mouthwash. While he swished the minty liquid around his mouth, glad to finally get that foul taste off his tongue, he splashed some cold water into his face. If he hadn’t been so incredibly tired, Yeosang would’ve taken a shower, disgusted that he had actually fallen asleep with his arms crossed on the toilet seat.

Taking his temperature, Yeosang bit his lip. This wasn’t good. They’d have a pretty packed day ahead, their alarms set to go off in about two hours, yet here ha was barely having gotten any sleep. When he had first gone to bed, Yeosang hadn’t been able to fall asleep for over an hour, his stomach twisting painfully no matter how he curled up in his bed. He could already feel the onset of a fever then, the slight chills as he pulled his blanket tighter without feeling any warmer. It hadn’t taken long after he fell asleep for him to wake up feeling so much worse. Yeosang had barely made it out of bed and to the bathroom in time to be sick. Afraid he wouldn’t get any rest if he didn’t manage to calm his stomach down, he had dragged himself to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. It still sat untouched on the coffee table in the living room. Yeosang had settled on the couch as he waited for his tea to cool but before he got a chance to drink it, his stomach had rebelled again, sending him back to the bathroom, where he eventually fell asleep.

With his arm wrapped protectively around his tummy, Yeosang trudged back to the living room. Sure enough, his tea was cold now. He wasn’t even sure he’d be able to keep it down so he just dumped it into the sink and filled a hot water bottle instead. His abs were sore already, which didn’t help the cramps in the slightest, so he took his hot water bottle and headed back to bed. Yeosang hugged the hot water bottle to his middle as he pulled his blanket all the way up to his chin, trying to ease the chills but there was no use. If he was lucky, he could get one more hour of sleep before they’d have to get up for work.

Of course, Yeosang hadn’t been lucky. He had spent the past hour in a daze with his head thumping and his stomach churning. When his alarm rang, he just wanted to cry. They’d be so busy today and he felt completely overwhelmed by the intense schedule as he slipped the still comfortably warm hot water bottle under his pillow to hide it. It was only then that Yeosang realized what amount of comfort it had brought him. He shuddered as he kicked off his blanket. Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, the boy sat up and needed a moment to get his head to stop spinning. Today would be hell.

They started the day with an interview, which Yeosang was all to happy about. He could just sit and look pretty while the other members, mainly Hongjoong, did the talking. Well, looking pretty was a little difficult but the makeup artist worked her magic and he turned out looking decent enough. Since he still had to wait for the other member to be done with their hair and makeup, Yeosang figured he should try to get some more rest. It wasn’t easy in a dressing room buzzing with people but he found a somewhat quiet corner. He winced as he slipped one hand under his shirt, softly palming his bloated tummy. Had his mind not been muddled by fever, Yeosang would’ve questioned why it was so suspiciously peaceful in the waiting area. He startled when someone plopped down next to him.

“Hey”, Yunho smiled, “You look like you didn’t sleep a wink.” Pulling his knees up to his chest, Yeosang shrugged: “Wasn’t much, I guess.” – “Wooyoung and San are out getting coffee and maybe a small bite for breakfast. Schedules have been changed, so the interview will be delayed and we won’t have time to eat before dance practice”, Yunho informed. So that was where the chaos-kids were. Yeosang nodded in acknowledgement. He wouldn’t have found the energy to get up right now anyway. “Do you wanna try and get some more sleep before the interview? You look exhausted”, the older hummed, “Here, you can put your head on my shoulder.” Though a little tense at the sudden skinship, Yeosang allowed Yunho to guide his head. The dancer’s shoulder was surprisingly comfortable and breathing a quiet ‘thanks’ Yeosang closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Yunho was scrolling through social media wen San and Wooyoung returned. The pair handed out food and with the other members swarming them, Yunho was surprised his dongsaeng remained asleep next to him. “Hyung, we got you coffee”, San beamed, crouching next to Yunho. The older tanked him quietly, before whispering: “If you still have some food left, you should make Yeosang eat some. His tummy’s really noisy and if he’s this hungry already, he really needs to eat something before dance practice.” San nodded, heading back to the others to grab something for his hyung to eat. When he returned though, Yunho was sitting there by himself. Apparently Yeosang had snuck past him while he was distracted. “Thanks, Sannie. He just went to the restroom but I’ll tell him to eat as soon as he’s back”, Yunho smiled as the younger handed him a takeout box. San nodded before going to bother Wooyoung.

Yeosang’s hands trembled as he locked the door behind himself. He hadn’t expected to get any sleep, so he should be happy but those twenty minutes had left him disoriented and just as tired as before. His stomach was in knots, head pounding as he leant against the wall, drawing a shuddering breath. A queasy burp climbed up his throat, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. Squeezing his eyes shut, Yeosang pleaded silently ‘not again’, as he leant over the toilet. He didn’t have much in him to still throw up but the nausea was so intense, his throat kept contracting with unproductive gags. Hurriedly ripping off some toilet paper, Yeosang dabbed at his watering eyes, afraid his makeup would start to run down his face. His stomach contracted with a forceful heave, causing him to break into a sweat.

It had only been about ten minutes but to Yeosang it felt like an eternity till the dry heaves finally tampered off. His throat felt shredded and his head ached in a way that made it impossible to think straight but he knew the interview might start at any point, so he couldn’t dwell on it. Yeosang quickly washed his hands and took a paper towel to dab the sweat off his forehead without wiping away his makeup. On shaky legs, he made his way back to the waiting area, wincing when he was hit with the smell of food. “Oh, there you are, hyung”, Wooyoung grinned, “We already thought you might have gotten lost. There’s food for you over there.” – “Thanks, Woo”, Yeosang rasped, desperately trying to come up with an excuse, so he wouldn’t have to eat, “I’m not really hungry yet but I’ll make sure to eat something later.”

Before Yeosang could sit down further away, he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not catching a cold, are you?”, Seonghwa frowned, taking in his dongsaeng’s pale complexion, “Your voice doesn’t sound to great.” The younger hurriedly shook his head, making himself dizzy in the process. Backing away, Yeosang denied: “I do not have a cold. Must have strained my throat or something.” Before the oldest could press further, Yeosang was pulled aside by a makeup artist, who scolded him for messing with his makeup. While he got his makeup fixed, Yeosang wished for the ground to swallow him up. His clothes were already clinging to his skin from how much he was sweating and he hadn’t even danced yet. There was no way he’d be able to get through their practice later. “We need to get out for the interview in a few minutes”, Jongho informed, handing the older a bottle of water, “There won’t be anymore time for you to eat, so you’ll have to eat during the drive to the company building later.” Yeosang nodded, grateful he had been able to evade it this time. He quickly uncapped the bottle and took a few sips to soothe his throat.

The interview passed in a blur. Just like Yeosang had expected, there was only one question directed at him and aside from that, all he had to do was put on a smile. Now that it was over though, the cramps made it almost impossible to smile at all. The best he could do was walk to the waiting car without a limp. Yeosang had just buckled himself in as he had a Styrofoam container thrust into his hands. “We’ll be dancing all afternoon, so you really need to get something into your system. We only have rice now though”, Hongjoong announced, checking the time on his phone, “Hope twenty minutes are enough.” Gulping, the younger nodded, aware that both Seonghwa and Yunho were keeping an eye on him now. Yeosang tried to take steady breaths to keep his stomach in check but he really didn’t feel good. Though he struggled, he had managed to force down half of the rice and sipped some water afterwards, hoping the headache would improve once he managed to keep enough fluids down.

They had barely completed their warm up yet Yeosang was already dead on his feet. His stomach was rolling, obviously not happy about him eating something but it was too late now. While they waited for Yunho to pic a song, Wooyoung made his way over to his friend. The older had looked down all morning, so he wanted to cheer him up. Hugging Yeosang tight, Wooyoung made a wordplay joke to earn a laugh but his joke didn’t land. Yeosang tensed in his hold, gasping: “Woo! No, I-“ Panicking, he clamped his hands over his mouth as his stomach lurched but it was in vain. All Yeosang could do was twist away from his friend as sick gushed up his throat.

The group watched in shocked silence as Yeosang threw up again. By now, Wooyoung had taken a step back but he kept one arm around his friend’s waist to steady him. The older trembled from the strain, whimpering: “I-I’m sorry.” - “No, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault”, Wooyoung frowned, disappointed in himself for not noticing anything sooner, “Let’s sit down for a moment.” He guided Yeosang a few steps away from the puddle now overly aware of how hot his skin felt to the touch. Seonghwa joined them with his dongsaeng’s towel and water bottle. “How long have you been feeling bad?”, the oldest hummed softly, handing Yeosang the towel, so he could wipe his face. Drawing a shaky breath, Yeosang admitted quietly: “Last night. Barely slept ‘cause I’ve been up puking.” – “And you didn’t speak up because…?”, Seonghwa pressed, uncapping the water bottle. Hesitantly taking a sip, the younger shrugged: “I-I… I dunno.” A tear fell from his eye and he muttered: “We had a busy day an’ I didn’t wanna be an inconvenience, so I thought I’d just stick it out but I- I really don’t feel good.” – “Why would you think you’re an inconvenience?”, Wooyoung whispered sadly, guiding his friend to lean back against him. Yeosang just shrugged and closed his eyes as his head was still pounding and the bright lighting didn’t help.

“Hey, Sangie”, Hongjoong hummed, nudging his dongsaeng’s arm, “Would you be okay going home on your own? I can clear your schedule but none of us can leave yet.” Yeosang nodded but when they helped hm to his feet, his vision darkened and it was only because of Seonghwa and Wooyoung that he didn’t fall over. Seonghwa shook his head at Hongjoong. There was no way they could send their dongsaeng out on his own. Wrapping his arm around the younger’s waist, Seonghwa whispered: “Let’s get lying down for now, okay? We’ll get the trashcan and you can rest on the couch for a bit.” While he settled Yeosang on the couch, Wooyoung went to retrieve his friend’s things and covered him with his coat to quell the chills. “Here, I still had a fresh pair of ear plugs in my bag”, Yunho claimed, handing them to his fellow dancer. Jongho grabbed Yeosang’s towel and disappeared to the restroom for a moment to run it under cold water. When he returned, he gently dabbed away Yeosang’s tears before draping the towel over his forehead and eyes to block out the light, so the older would hopefully be able to get some sleep before they could get him back to the dorm for some proper rest.

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cuddlepilefics · 2 years

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Cold Sweat

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Seonghwa

Caregivers: hyung-line

Prompt by: @sicktember

Seonghwa develops a bad fever during the night.

No one’s POV.:

Seonghwa had felt fine all day, or well, at least for most of it. There had been a moment during their dance practice when he had suddenly flushed with heat and started to sweat more than he had before. It didn’t concern him much though, as they had been dancing for hours. This was probably just his body telling him it had had enough for the day. His head spun when he plopped down next to his bag, shakily uncapping his water bottle to take a sip. Yeah, it was really time for them to wrap things up. Hongjoong seemed to agree, announcing that they would only do two more run-throughs before packing up and heading home. Sometimes Seonghwa wondered if their leader was able to read minds or if he just knew all of them really well by now because Seonghwa wasn’t the only one looking drained. San and Wooyoung laid sprawled out on the floor in the center of the room, chests heaving still as they tried to catch their breaths. Jongho sat slumped against the wall only a few feet away from his oldest hyung, gulping down the last few sips of his water. Yunho, Yeosang and Mingi forced themselves to stay on their feet and walk around the room a little, knowing they wouldn’t have the energy to get back up if they allowed themselves to sit.

When Hongjoong called them back to the center of the room, so they could finish and go home, Seonghwa dropped his head back against the wall. How was he supposed to get back up? As he tried to find the strength it would take for him to finish this practice session, Yunho approached the older and offered him both of his hands. Seonghwa stumbled for a second when Yunho pulled him to his feet but quickly regained his balance and have his dongsaeng a grateful smile as they got on their starting positions. It was funny how quiet and put together everyone seemed, San and Wooyoung having stopped whining about being tired and sore about half an hour ago, not having the energy to complain and just trying to get it over with. Not that Seonghwa could blame them, today’s practice had really been intense. By the time they struck the ending pose for the last time, the oldest had shifted to autopilot, his body moving to the beat from muscle memory only. This time he wouldn’t make the same mistake again and tried to learn from Yunho, Yeosang and Mingi. He stayed on his feet as he threw his empty water bottle into his bag, bracing himself against the wall with a trembling hand. It was time to get home.

Seonghwa was still running on autopilot when they returned to the dorm, not even trying to call dibs on showering first. He just dropped his bag and stretched out on the couch, while his dongsaengs took turns showering and ate dinner. He wasn’t that hungry anyway or at least not hungry enough that he’d be willing to get back up and eat something. At some point, the oldest must have fallen asleep because someone shook his arm, telling him that he should go and take a shower now. How fast had everyone finished washing up or had he really been asleep that long?

After Hongjoong had told him to wash up, Seonghwa made his way down the hallway, suddenly wondering where he was going. He still remembered that he was about to do something but had completely forgotten what. “Hey, I picked out some clothes for you, that look pretty comfortable”, Yeosang smiled, handing him a stack of clothes, “The bathroom’s free now.” Oh, right! He had been on his way to take a shower. Rubbing his face, Seonghwa thanked the younger and shuffled into the bathroom to wash up. His muscles burned when he peeled off his sweaty practice clothes but the water felt nice. For a few minutes, Seonghwa only stood there, allowing the cool water to soothe his muscles as he leant against the tiled wall. Before he could fall asleep and topple over though, he remembered to wash his hair and finish up, his bed the only motivation for him to get moving again.

The members were surprised when they didn’t see him again that evening. They had heard the water stop running a while ago but hadn’t seen their hyung since. It was only when Hongjoong checked their shared bedroom, that he spotted the older knocked out on his bed, his hair still damp. Clicking his tongue that the other would most likely catch a cold if he slept with wet hair, the leader grabbed a towel from the bathroom and carefully rubbed his hyung’s hair dry. It was a miracle that Seonghwa didn’t wake up, which only confirmed what Hongjoong had already expected. He really needed that sleep.

Despite not having had dinner, Seonghwa stayed asleep for quiet a long time and only woke up hours later to his head pounding. The room was dark and he heard Hongjoong’s steady breaths, indicating the leader was asleep. Rubbing his forehead to soothe the pounding, Seonghwa’s found it covered with sweat, his hair stuck to his skin. He switched on the reading light for only a moment, squinting as it burned his eyes and deciding it wasn’t worth it. In pitch black darkness, he struggled to untangle himself from the sheets and felt his way around the room to the bedroom door. He felt so hot, like his skin would burn off any second while his clothes clung to him, the shirt barely moving against his back. Seonghwa stumbled to the bathroom, not daring to turn on the light as he fought to get the shirt off. It was stuck to his sweaty body and his muscles sore and useless but he eventually managed to get it off, simply tossing it on the floor. Everything was way too hot and it hurt. He still managed to run a small towel under cold water before sinking to the floor with his back against the tub, dragging the cold towel over his arms before pressing it to his face.

Yunho almost had a heart attack when he had to use the toilet that night. The dorm was entirely silent with all the lights off, so there was no way he’d have expected his hyungs still form curled up against the tub. Seonghwa was either asleep or unconscious and didn’t react when the younger softly called his name. His shoulders and chest shone with sweat and Yunho winced when he shook his shoulder, feeling the skin burn under his hand. Despite being hot to the touch, Seonghwa trembled, curling in on himself in his sleep. It took a few more shakes and Yunho patting his cheeks for the oldest to finally open his eyes. He quickly closed them again, the bright ceiling light burning them and making his head hurt worse. “Can you hear me, hyung?”, the younger asked worriedly, resting his palm against Seonghwa’s forehead. Nodding slightly, Seonghwa moved away from the cold fingers on his face, shuddering as he hugged himself. Had someone messed with the aircon again? It wouldn’t be the first time his dongsaengs pulled a prank on them.

He almost drifted off again when Yunho’s cold hand tightened around his arm and the other reminded: “I need you to stay awake, hyung. Can you tell me what happened for you to end up here? Did you faint?” Seonghwa tried to pull his arm from the younger’s grasp, not liking the cold touch at all, but he was too weak. “Noo”, he groaned tiredly, “Go ‘way, you’re cold.” – “I’m not cold, you’re just burning with fever”, Yunho argued but let go of the other, “Can you stay awake for me while I go and get Hongjoong-hyung?” He didn’t get a reply but hurried to fetch the leader anyway. He also ran into Yeosang, who had woken up from the commotion and followed them quietly. “Hyung?”, Hongjoong asked quietly, crouching in front of Seonghwa. The other’s hair was plastered to his forehead, so the leader gently brushed it aside to get a better look. Seonghwa barely dared to open his eyes with the light still on but in the short moment he did, the younger could see how glossy they looked. “Could you turn the lights off and the hallway light on?”, Hongjoong requested and Yeosang was quick to comply.

Seonghwa was finally able to look at the leader now that the room was only dimly lit. His teeth were chattering when he pleaded: “Jo-ong, it’s s-so freaking c-cold, please- please d-do something.” – “Hyung, that’s the fever. It’s really not cold in here, nor is your body cold”, Hongjoong frowned but pulled his hyung’s towel off the hook and draped it around his shoulders. That was also when he spotted the small soaking wet towel next to the older. Picking it up, he hummed: “Where did this one come from?” At first, Seonghwa only shrugged, not really remembering how he had even ended up in the bathroom. “Oh, I was burning earlier”, he admitted, tiny bits of muddled memories coming back, “I-I don’t feel g-good.” – “Yeah, that’s quite obvious”, Hongjoong agreed, “Do you think you can stomach some medicine? We really need to bring that fever down.” The older only shrugged. “Hyung, he didn’t eat dinner”, Yunho reminded from the door way, making the leader frown. While Hongjoong rummaged through the bathroom cabinet, Yeosang announced: “I’ll go find some crackers he can eat, so hopefully the pills won’t upset his stomach.”

“Hyung, do you think you can make it to the couch if we help you?”, Honjoong asked, placing the box of fever-reducers onto the sink. He only got another uncertain shrug but really wanted to get the oldest somewhere more accessible than the cramped bathroom, so they could properly take care of him. When he didn’t get any verbal reply from Seonghwa, the leader looked at Yunho, who got the hint, announcing: “Let’s go to the living room. We’ll help you up on the count of three.” Hongjoong counted and together, they hoisted their hyung off the ground but the older was too weak to stand on his own, so they quickly slung his arms over their shoulders and dragged him to the living room. When he was eventually stretched out on the couch, Seonghwa kept his eyes firmly shut, breathing: “Dizzy.” He could feel the couch dip next to him, Hongjoong keeping his hands steadily pressed against his arms as if to ground him. “You’ll be okay, just take a few deep breaths for me”, the leader instructed, studying the other’s flushed face.

Right now, nothing felt okay to Seonghwa but the dizziness slowly ceased and all he could think about was how uncomfortable the cold couch felt against his bare back. While Yunho retrieved the fever-reducers Hongjoong had left on the sink, Yeosang approached the two with some crackers and a glass of water. “Hyung, we need you to eat a few bites, so we can give you medicine”, he hummed quietly, the oldest only groaned in discontent. He didn’t want to move again and eating seemed like too much effort, yet he didn’t really get a say in it as Hongjoong pulled him up by the shoulders and Yunho quietly slipped behind him to prop him up, handing the box of medicine to Yeosang. “Come on, you’ll feel better once you’ve had medicine”, the leader sighed, adding, “It won’t be as cold anymore either.” Seonghwa reluctantly accepted the cracker pressed into his hand, nibbling it slowly, Yeosang left the water and medicine on the coffee table and went to grab a shirt for his hyung. Sure, they had to keep him from over heating but if he chose a thin one, they might be able to trick the oldest into thinking it was warmer.

When he returned, Hongjoong had already gotten their oldest to swallow the pill and they took the opportunity of him still sitting up to quickly putting the shirt on him before allowing him to lay back down. Seonghwa was more than ready to go back to sleep now and almost managed to do so, when something cold touched his forehead. His first instinct was to slap it away but someone caught his hand. “I’m sorry but that has to stay there”, Yunho sighed, adjusting the washcloth he hadn’t managed to drape across his hyung’s forehead before the older started to fight him, “I know it feels cold but it’ll help you fever and your headache.” He could tell Seonghwa didn’t lie it one bit but he stopped fighting him and tried to suppress the shivers but couldn’t. He had almost made peace with his fate to be cold for the rest of the night, when something even colder touched his legs. Hongjoong had grabbed two icepacks and wrapped them in thin towels before placing them under Seonghwa’s calves. The oldest tried to say something but his words were unintelligibly slurred and Hongjoong could only pick out one word: ‘cruel’. “I know I’m cruel”, the leader sighed sympathetically, holding his hyung’s leg down when the older tried to move it away from the ice pack.

Though Seonghwa was pretty convinced his dongsaengs were torturing him, none of them enjoyed what they had to do and Yeosang’s heart ached as he sat down next to the couch, playing with his hyung’s hair to distract him from the discomfort. Eventually the exhaustion was enough to pull the oldest under and Hongjoong eventually removed the ice packs, grabbing a thin sheet to cover the other with, while Yunho went to rewet the washcloth. He wiped the cold sweat off of Seonghwa’s face and neck before folding the washcloth and draping it across his hyung’s forehead again. For the rest of the night, the three took turns watching over their oldest to make sure his fever wouldn’t spike like that again.

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