#sick!Taehyung
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This was written long ago that I planned to edit but decided I'll keep it as is since I'm behind on all my requests and its fitting with the season. This is one I wrote just for me.
Sickie; jungkook, Taehyung and Hobi
Warning; vom!t
Caretaker: ot7
Jungkook gathers leaves as Hobi talks to the camera, doing a bangtan bomb after finishing up their latest photo shoot. He first goes after Namjoon, but he notices him and points to Hobi.
Jungkook smiles mischievously, nodding and shoving the leaves into the back of Hobi's hanbok. He giggled loudly as he bolts towards the woods.
"Get back here, you little punk!" Hobi runs after Jungkook, trying to remove the leaves as he runs after the mankae. Jungkook trips, not able to notice the rabbit hole because of the blanket of leaves,tumbling to the ground.
Hobi tries to skid to a stop, but slips on the leaves, falling on his tailbone. "Aiish.. Jaykay are you hurt?"
"My ankle hurts a bit, but I think I'm okay." Jungkook rolls his ankle, checking to see if it was sprained. "Are you?"
"I'm fine..just a sore bottom..You're such a brat!" Hobi throws leaves at Jungkook.
"Are you guys okay?" Taehyung ran to catch up with them when he heard the crash of them falling, relaxing when he saw Jungkook throw leaves back at Hobi, the two playing.
"Yeah. Just be careful.. it's slippery.. it must've rained recently here.." Hobi warns. "I'm surprised you didn't fall too.."
Taehyung offers his hand to Hobi, but when he tries to pull him up, the older slips on the wet leaves once more, bringing the vocalist down with him. "Aiish!"
"I'm sorry, Taehyungie!" Hobi apologizes, hugging him close. "I'm sorry are you okay?"
"I'm okay.. you helped cushion my fall..Ah Jiminie stay away! Its dangerous!" Taehyung shouts fearful of him suffering the same fate as them when he sees Jimin running to check on them.
"We're okay Jimin-sii. Don't worry!" Jungkook reassures him.
Jimin slows down, relaxing. "I got worried when I heard Tete. What happened?"
"The leaves are slippery.. so I fell chasing Jungkook because he shoved dead leaves down my back." Hobi narrows his eyes with mock anger, throwing more dead leaves at the youngest.
"Rapmonie-hyung encouraged it." Jungkook says with a giggle, tossing the leaves back at him.
"Gukkie you got me too!"Tae whines, shoving a handful of leaves down the front of Jungkook's shirt despite the youngers struggle against it.
"You guys are ruining your outfits." Jimin laughs, nearly falling. "Come on we're supposed to be wrapping up."
"They are wrapped up.. in each other." Jin jokes.
Jimin jumps at the sudden sound of Jin's voice. "Hyung when did you get here?"
"Joon-ah sent me to look for you." Jin replies, smiling fondly at the younger members, seeing Taekook double teaming J-hope, burying him with the autumn leaves as he laughs.
"Okay, I'll pull up Tete. You can pull up Jaykay." Jimin and Jin work together to separate the youngest members.
"It's time to go. We still have practice to do." Jin says, brushing leaves from Jungkook's clothes. "You're soaked.. go change so we can go. All three of you."
"Okay Seokjinnie hyung." Hobi takes Jungkook's hand to pull himself up, everyone leaving to continue the rest of their busy schedule.
"5..6..7..8.." Hobi tried counting over the music, but his voice wasn't carrying as loud as it usually does. He thought nothing of it, just motioning for staff to turn the music down. They've been working nonstop for their new album, and between practice, making the studio recordings, music videos, and photoshoots, he wasn't surprised his throat was getting sore.
The team went over the choreography once more without vocals, then again Jimin started the song strong, but when jungkook tried to follow his voice cracked when he tried to hit the higher notes, coughing.
"Jungkook, are you okay?" Jimin quickly finds him a water bottle.
"My throat hasn't recovered since we recorded.." Jungkook frowns, taking the water from Jimin. "Thanks jimin-sii.."
"Sing at a lower range for now, okay? We'll focus on the timing." Namjoon gives him a sympathic smile. He's been doing vocal lessons on top of recordings.. I should've told him to lay off the lessons until we finished recording..
"Alright, Namjoonie-hyung." Jungkook takes a drink of water, the coolness soothing his throat. "I hope it's better by next week.."
"You should be fine by then as long as you rest your voice as much as possible." Yoongi reassures him.
"I'll make you some tea when we get home." Jin offers, looking at both Jungkook and Hobi. Even if Hobi didn't say it out loud he could hear the strain in his voice.
"Thanks hyungie. That'd be great." Hobi smiles.
The seven members start up practice again, changing notes to be lower for Jungkook. Everything was going smoothly until Hobi started slowing down halfway through the fifth song, wrapping his arm around his middle, making Jungkook smack into him, Hobi losing his balance.
"Are you okay Hyungie? I'm sorry I didn't notice you stopped moving." Jungkook dropped to his knees next to Hobi, checking him for injuries.
"Yeah.. yeah I think I just need to eat something..my stomach started cramping up. I should've had something other than coffee.."
"I'll find you something.." Jimin quickly leaves the room.
"Here, drink some water for now." Yoongi gives Hobi a water bottle, helping him take small sips. "Any better?"
Hoseok nods, relaxing with the pain dies down. "Sorry..I didn't mean to worry you guys.."
Jimin returns to the room with a banana, letting go of the breath he didn't know he was holding when he sees that Hobi was no longer clutching his stomach. "Here Hyungie."
"Thanks Minnie.." Hoba gently peels the banana open, taking a few bites. "I'm feeling better now.. let's take a few minutes break and start again.."
Practice started again and everything was fine for an hour, until another member started showing signs of pain. Taehyungs movements started getting smaller and smaller, until it was unacceptable to Hobi.
"Taehyung-Ah, It's fine to practice like that right before a concert but you have to give it your all right now. I know you're tired but so is everyone else." Hobi scolds him, eyes widening when Taehyung suddenly sits on the ground his knees giving in.
"I'm sorry..i can't move well..my stomach just hurts hyung.." Taehyung whines softly,wrapping his arms around his middle. Hobi feels his stomach drop to the floor, feeling guilty for not noticing how pale or how shaky the husky toned vocalist became.
"What? When did it start hurting?" Yoongi blinks slowly, taken back by Taehyung's sudden confession rushing to his side reaching to touch his bloated stomach, feeling his muscles constrict under his hand. "Aiish Taehyungie.."
"This morning it was a little upset.. I didnt want to complain, especially not after Hobi-hyungie and Jungkook not feeling well either, but I can't do this. It keeps getting worse.."Taehyung says groaning when his stomach gurgles.
"Aiigo, Voo, you should've said something earlier.. You shouldn't push yourself so hard.." Jin sits next to him. How could he have missed how quickly his health declined. "Do you feel like you're gonna throw up?"
"I don't think so.. I just want to lie down and try to sleep the pain away." Taehyung whispers, closing his eyes tightly as another ripple of pain hits.
"I'll get someone to take you home." Jin looks to the staff members.
"Can I go with him, hy..hyung?" Jungkook clears his throat when his voice breaks. "I don't think I can continue singing anyway..it was only high notes before.. but now it's hurting to talk.."
"We could end practice early today." Namjoon suggests. "Jungkook and Taehyung both aren't in good condition and I know everyone else is tired too."
Hobi nods in agreement. He didn't think it was just a lost voice with Jungkook. The young vocalist was also out of breath much quicker than usual, and his voice was weakening at an alarming rate and his own stomach was still aching."We got the choreography perfect today and yesterday. We'll be fine if we cut out a few hours."
Jin and Namjoon lead Taehyung to the bedroom, pulling the blanket back, easing him into his bed. "Here Tae lay down, Yoongi is going to get you medicine.." Jin rubs his neck gently as Namjoon gets a trashcan to put by the side of the bed.
I don't understand..just yesterday he was playing with Hoba and Jungkookie..
Jin frowns, feeling sweat on the back of Taehyung’s neck. "Namjoon-ah I think he's starting to run a fever. Could you get a thermometer?"
"Of course Hyung." Namjoon leaves the room, brushing past Yoongi.
"Here I got some medicine for you, Taehyungie." Yoongi presents the medicine bottle, measuring a dosage of medicine out.
While Yoongi preps the medicine, Jin helps Taehyung sit up, feeling his body sway. "Woah, I got you.."
Taehyung felt dizzy when he got up, leaning heavily against Jin's broad shoulder. His stomach churned as soon as he was upright again, pushing up the toast from breakfast. "Hyu..hyung.."
"F*ck..Sh*t.." Yoongi quickly picks up the trash can from the floor when Taehyung burps, pushing up the sick. "It's okay.. you'll feel better once it's out.."
Taehyung hugs the trashcan as he empties his stomach into it with a loud retch, splashing sick into the plastic liner. Jin scratches lightly across his back, feeling his spine arch as his stomach pushes up thick bile.
"Taehyung.." Namjoon stops in the doorway, eyes widening when he sees how pale Taehyung became in such a short time. He thought he was doing better after he was asleep the whole car ride home without any problems, but he was foolish to think a short rest was enough to make a difference.
"Go get me a wet cloth and a bowl of water, please. His temperature is rising fast." Jin orders, Namjoon quickly leaving the room again. "It's okay, hyung will get you feeling better, just try to take deep breaths, okay?"
Taehyung goes to reply, but another wet burp comes instead, more sick filling the small bin. He presses the trash tighter against his stomach, trying to ease the pain with pressure. "It..it hurts.."
"I know baby.. I know.. you're doing so good.. you're almost done.." Jin encourages him gently, rubbing his palm up and down Taehyung’s sweaty back.
Yoongi holds Tae's bangs out of his face. "I'll get you a heat pack when you finish. It'll help with the pain.."
Namjoon returns to the room, giving Jin the wet cloth and placing the bowl on the side table. Jin thanks him, using it to wipe the sweat that was pooling on the back of Taehyung’s neck.
The amount of sick that came from Taehyung started to dwindle down,making the three older men start to relax as the younger took deep breaths, the tension in his shoulders ebbing away.
"I..I'm done.." Taes voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, loosening his grip on the bin. "Water...?"
"Here baby." Jin opens the water bottle for him. "Rinse out your mouth first then drink okay?"
Taehyung nods, taking in a mouthful of water and swishing it around a bit before spitting it out, trying to rid himself of the awful taste, then taking a few mouthfuls, cautious not to drink to much in fear of making himself sick once more.
"Can you swallow some medicine for me, Vuu?" Jin asks gently, rubbing his stomach.
"I think so.." Tae says hoarsely, accepting the medicine cup Yoongi offered him, swallowing it down quickly. "I'm sorry you had to see that.."
"Don't worry about it." Yoongi brushes off his apology. "Do you feel any better?"
"My throat and stomach hurt..and it's cold.. could I have the heat Yoongi-hyung..?" Taehyung asks, rubbing his hand across his sore stomach, muscles screaming in pain from the force of kicking everything out of it.
"Of course. I'll go get it." Yoongi leaves the room without hesitation. On his way to his room, he jumps at the sudden loud coughing coming from Jungkook "Are you okay, Jungkook?"
Jungkook made the 'okay' sign with his hand, continuing to cough into his blanket. Taehyungie-hyung was throwing up.. I can't distract them from taking care of him. Not for a cough.. I'll just take some medicine and go to bed early.. "I took a drink of water, and it went down wrong.." Jungkook says, pointing to the water bottle on the table.
Bullsh*t.. the lid is still on it.
Yoongi didn't call him out on it, though. He could worry about Jungkook later. Right now, he told Taehyung he would get him a heating pad to help his stomach. "Well, take some medicine just in case. Taehyungie is sick, and you were all over him yesterday."
"Okay Hyung."
Yoongi goes back on his quest, getting the item and returning to Taehyung ,plugging in the heating pad and placing it across Taehyung lower abdomen. "You can't use it for too long though, okay?"He says as a gentle reminder he couldn't take heat well.
Taehyung nods, the heat easing the pain away, his body relaxing"Thanks Hyung..that feels better.."
"Good..try to get some sleep, okay? Namjoon-ah." He motions for the rapper to lean closer."Go check up on Jungkookie, please? He was coughing really badly." Yoongi whispers by his ear, not wanting Taehyung to hear.
Namjoon nods,taking the medicine from the table and going to his room. "Tae is doing better. He was falling asleep when I left." He starts the conversation lightly. Jungkook had the awful habit of hiding his pain, not wanting to add more stress to the older members.
"Do you think we need to take him to a doctor?"
Namjoon could hear Jungkook holding back a cough.
"We'll see if the medicine helps. It might just be a stomach bug and he'll be okay in the morning. How about you? You were coughing a lot during practice. Are you feeling okay?"
"I just have a sore throat. My stomach doesn't hurt like Taehyungie-Hyungie, or do I feel feverish. I think I just overdid it." Jungkook tried negating his worries, down playing how he felt. He left out the pounding headache that he had all day and the fact that despite fact he hardly ate anything all day, the smell of Jimin and Hobi cooking in the kitchen made his stomach queasy "But Yoongi-hyung wants me to take medicine just in case.."
"Yeah he told me that, so I brought it with me." Namjoon feels the tension leave his shoulders when jungkook brings it up on his own, relieved he wouldn't have to fight with him to take it. He pours the younger the small cup of medicine, handing it to him
Jungkook takes it with a shaky hand, swallowing the medicine quickly hoping that Namjoon didn't notice.
"I'm tired, so I'm going to rest until dinner is finished. Its been a long week and its rare we get time to rest.." Namjoon says in hopes Jungkook would lay down and get the sleep he needs so he can recover and he falls for the trap.
"I'll lay down too. I'm a bit sleepy.." Jungkook lays down with a big yawn head hitting his makeshift pillow not taking more than a few minutes to fall asleep, snoring softly.
Namjoon gets up from his bed slowly, using the thermometer to confirm the low grade fever jumping back to avoid Jungkook coughing on him. "We're down two members.."
"Jaykay...jungkook-ah dinner is ready. Do you think you could eat?" Hobi goes into the room to check on him. Namjoon told him about his fever and that his cough became worse, but remembering the youngest vocalist only had one piece of toast with jam that morning made him unable to comfortably let him sleep.
"Mm..? Hoseok..ah..hyung..I'm not hungry.." Jungkook's voice sounded worse than earlier, coming out weak and scratchy. He was hardly awake, eyes not even open as he tried to turn him down.
"But you haven't eaten in twelve hours. Could you at least try to eat some soup?" Hobi tries encouraging him, gently running his hand up and down jungkook's side.
Jungkook stretches out, coughing into his arm. "Okay..okay..I'm up.." He could hear the worry in Hobi's voice and the older was right. He couldn't go to bed without eating something. What if I do have what Taehyungie-hyungie has? I don't want to throw up without anything in me..
Hobi helped Jungkook sit up, placing a tray of soup in front of him. "Do you want me to feed you?"
Jungkook tried to eat it on his own, but when he picked up the spoon the itch in his throat worsened, making him cough, spilling the soup onto the tray when it makes his chest rattle. Hobi quickly pulled the tray off.
"Aiish.. you scared me." Hobi sighs in relief when he sees none of the broth got on Jungkook.
"I'm.. I'm sorry.." Jungkook says between coughs.
"It's okay baby. It was an accident. I just didn't want it to spill on you. Let me do it. Okay?" J-hope feeds Jungkook bite by bite.
Meanwhile in another room, Jimin was helping with the second youngest, carrying a tray with him.
"I made you some soup. You don't have to eat it if you arent up to it though." Jimin says sympathically when he sees Taehyung was awake in his room, coughing Into the pillow he wrapped around.
"I don't know lf I can..but..I'll try.." Taehyung sits up slowly, closing his eyes when his head spins."If I don't eat I can't get better..and I feel awful.." He whines to himself, fighting against the dizziness.
"I know.. it's okay. Just a few bites for now okay?" Jimin scoops up some bean sprouts with the spoon, blowing on it before offering it to Taehyung.
Taehyung opens his mouth, taking in the bite, then another instantly regretting the second when he gags, having to force it back down with a hard swallow. He turns away from it, the smell of food making him feel worse. "No.. no.."
"Sh*t.. I'm sorry.. I'll take it away.. I'm sorry." Jimin quickly takes the bowl from the room. "Hyungie, Taehyung’s too sick for food.. His lips turned white after a couple bites, and he hardly forced it down.. what are we gonna do?"
"We'll get him some mineral water or something to replace food until his stomach settles. Why don't you go help Hoba? He didn't eat yet. He said he wanted to check on Jungkookie first." Jin heart sinks at the fact he couldn't even hold down soup, but didn't want Jimin knowing how worried he felt, quickly changing the subject.
"Alright. I'll go check on them." Jimin leaves to Jungkooks room relieved to see at least one of their patients eating. "Hobi-hyungie let me do it. You almost fainted at practice.. you need to eat."
"Oh..right.. I need to eat too." Hobi says, despite the fact he didn't feel hungry. It must be all the stress..
Hobi lied to himself. He refused to admit he was getting sick. Not when the two youngest were coughing up a storm and unable to eat. He leaves to the kitchen to get some kimchi Kongnamul guk.
"Oh good, you are eating. I was worried you'd be too busy caring for the others. I already had to force Jimin to sit and eat before seeing Voo." Jin smiles when he sees J-hope take a bite."
The warm broth soothed his sore throat, taking a few bites before talking. "What about Namjoonie and Yoongi-hyung?"
"Namjoon-ah said he wanted to sleep more and Yoongi went to the store." Jin explained. "I'll get Yoongi when he gets back and Namjoon when he wakes up. He's been working all nighters on the bonus track trying to make it usable before the album drop. I'm surprised he's not the one sick."
Hobi only eats half of the soup he put in the bowl, filling up quickly. The food felt uncomfortable in his stomach. "I'm finished. I'm gonna go lay down too. I want to get up early to help Joon with the song."
"Good idea. I wish I was better at songwriting so I could help." Jin admits. "Good luck."
Yoongi was a light sleeper, jolting awake when he hears the toliet seat smack against the porcelain bowl. "Aiigo..Taehyungie.." he rushed to the bathroom, slowing for a moment perplexed when he heard J-hope gagging, not Taehyung. "Hoba?"
It didn't matter which it was. He still opens the bathroom door, kneeling beside the ailing teammate. "It's okay, hyung is here.." Yoongi gently pulls Hobi's hair back with an elastic hair tie, rubbing his back.
Hobi goes to speak, but ends up burping up sick, eyes watering as the smell of his own Vomit sends his stomach whirling, pushing up mouthfuls of thick bile without breaks to breathe.
"Breathe Hoseok..you'll hurt yourself.." Yoongi urges Hobi. "Please try.."
Hobi tries to obey, but when he breaths in, his throat fills with sick, spraying it all over the toliet. He whimpers, head spinning making it hard to even keep sitting up right. "Hyung.." he whimpered, feeling himself sway despite his death grip around the toliet bowl. Yoongi wraps around him to keep him upright.
"I got you.. it's okay.." Yoongi could feel Hobi trembling in his arms as he pushes up everything he had left in his stomach, continuing to dry heave even after he had nothing left to give.
"Hoba..hoba...Hoseok-ah.... hey..you need to breathe.." Yoongi's voice was filled with panic when he feels Hobi get heavier in his arms. "Sh*t.. Hyungie! HYUNG..."
The sound of Yoongi's scream wakes up the house, Namjoon, Jin, Jimin and Taehyung rushing to see what was wrong.
"What happened Yoongi?" Jin is the first to ask, eyes widening when he sees Hobi Iimp in his arms.
"Hoba fainted.. he just..kept trying to throw up without taking a breath and then he just stopped.." Yoongi explains talking quickly, cradling the now unconscious Hobi in his arms as Hobi's body works overtime to catch up on oxygen it desperately needed.
"We can get him to a hospital if he doesn't wake up within a minute or two.. he probably just hyperventilated." Jin speaks calmly despite his heart thumping hard in his chest, eyes dilated in fear."Taehyungie, you should be in bed." Jin scolds him. "Jiminie, Joonie take him to bed. Me and Yoongi can handle this."
"No.. no let me stay until Hobi-hyung wakes up..I'm okay." Taehyung begs with tears filling his eye,ignoring the fact without the doorframe to lean on he wouldn't be able to stand. "Please..?"
"Tete..Tete, hyung.. is okay..i..I just.." Hobi tried to speak, but he was still struggling to catch his breath, continuing to pant with each word"Go..go..back.. to bed.. I'll..I'll come lay with you in a minute.." The last part came easier, sitting upright to help himself breathe easier.
"Are you sure you're okay Hoba?" Namjoon asks, looking over Hobi. "You still look pale."
"Yeah. I'm fine. I just..freaked out because I couldn't breathe which only made it worse..I'm sorry..I didn't mean to scare everyone.." Hobi bows his head, shakily making it to his feet. "I'm feeling better now.."
"I still think you should go to a hospital.." Yoongi speaks softly, breath still coming out strained.
Hobi hugs onto Yoongi. "I'm sorry I scared you.. I'm okay though. I feel sore, but I don't feel like I'll be sick anymore.."
"But what if it doesn't last? What if you do later?" Jimin frets, eyes widening with fear.
"If I do then I'll go.. until then I'll cuddle with Tete." Hobi smiles.
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Remember when Taehyung had a cold/the flu (?) while touring? 🥺
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All Hands On Deck - part 2
Sickies: OT7
Caretakers: Themselves + Managers
Part: [one]
Hoseok didn’t think he was ready for this. Here he had Jungkook, weirdly both pale and green-tinted, in a wet, vomit-sprayed tee and looking on the verge of crying. Before Jungkook could even consider apologizing, Hoseok merely shushed him softly, reaching a hand up to swipe his cheeks in comfort before tears could even begin to fall. His youngest dongsaeng, despite being taller and more muscular than him already, looked so small standing next to him with how sick he was. There was something about his big eyes being so watery and upset that pulled at Hoseok’s heartstrings immediately.
He was very weak for his members.
“It’s okay, Jungkook-ah, let’s get you changed and in bed. Sound good?”
He received a small hum in agreement, as the younger dancer dropped his face against Hoseok’s shoulder. Oh no… not vomit on the Balenciaga… It was honestly inevitable. He’d definitely have to ask one of the managers for their cleaning trick to get it out later for sure. But first… His hand rubbed small circles on Jungkook’s back as he walked him away from the bathroom, away from the new noises of vomiting from behind the door. It seemed to upset Jungkook further to hear it, and the last thing Hoseok wanted to do was have him sick again, and in the hallway where the clean-up would be harder. The two shuffled awkwardly and slow, but it didn’t seem to nauseate the youngest further, so Hoseok was alright with the pace.
“H-hyung,” Jungkook murmured. “Jin-hyung’s—”
“Hm? Jin-hyung?”
Jungkook pointed at the door. Ah… that made sense.
“Oh, you mean Jin-hyung’s room?” Hoseok guessed. That got a soft laugh and a thumbs up. Perfect, honestly; Jin’s door was closer, anyway. Hoseok merely shuffled to Jin’s room, leading Jungkook inside. Jungkook looked at the bed, but Hoseok merely held onto him, grabbing his shirt. “Come on, let’s get you changed into something cleaner. Okay, hands up.”
Jungkook looked so little. As Hoseok pulled the shirt from him, he couldn’t help but coo at how he scrunched his face. Once off, Hoseok just turned it inside out and dropped it near the door, before helping Jungkook out of his baggy jeans. He was like a child again, like that young teen who was so shy but still crawled into their beds when he felt too lonely or upset or just wanted comfort. Cute. Once in just his boxers, Hoseok led him to sit on the bed, ruffling his hair affectionately. “Stay right here, I’m gonna see what Jin’s got that you can fit.” For good measure, he moved the desk trash can next to the bed.
Hoseok tossed Jungkook’s pants, and his own sweatshirt (feeling too warm for it now anyway, he guessed someone turned the heater up for one of their sick members) to the pile and went to rummage through Jin’s closet for something light. He managed to dig up a simple dark tee and basketball shorts, and dressed Jungkook quickly as he noticed his eyes shutting. He was more than thankful that Jin and Jungkook fit the same clothes; it made it easier, for sure. Hoseok tugged the blanket back as he eased their maknae to lay down, then just ran his hands through Jungkook’s hair until the younger fell asleep.
Once he seemed settled, Hoseok sighed, leaning his head on the side of the bedframe. What a day… It was already giving him a headache, but he was glad to at least be helpful.
~*~
In the bathroom, on the other hand, Jin wished for peace. But all he received was a sharp stench of putrid, vile vomit that seemed rather discomforting being two distinctively different scents of yuck. He honestly didn’t think puke could have identifying smells, but whatever Taehyung was expelling before him had some odd, creamy scent to it that made his own stomach feel uncomfortable. But just taking a sharp breath upward, he merely continued to rub Taehyung’s back, thankful that his curls were at least short enough to stay out of his face.
Taehyung’s vomiting was calmer than Jungkook’s in a sense. Less loud, bouncy motions but more harsh, almost twitching gasps as he coughed up whatever wanted to make its way up his esophagus. He had tried to speak twice, barely getting out Jin’s name, and a broken apology, before he merely gave up. Taehyung had a shaky hand braced on his knee, fingers white-knuckled gripping his sweatpants as if it was the only lifeline he had between staying upright and falling into the porcelain nightmare (oh god, Jin realized, that was going to be a nightmare to clean).
“It’s okay, Taehyung-ah,” Jin said calmly. His hand on Taehyung’s back formed a fist and he rubbed his knuckles with a little more force on Taehyung’s back. Something more of a sensation, hopefully a bit of a distraction. “Try to take a breath now, hm?”
Taehyung coughed up a mouthful and then spit. Jin took the opportunity to flush, hoping to reduce some of the smell. But ever the diligent dongsaeng, Taehyung tried to take a breath. His shoulders slumped and he eased back. And took a second breath.
“H-hyung…”
“I’m here, Taehyung-ah. You’re okay. Just keep breathing—or… that, I guess.”
On Taehyung’s next breath, he gagged and immediately lifted himself back to the toilet, regurgitating out another thick mouthful of sludge. His hand on Jin’s hand merely loosened his grip and he swatted at him, albeit shaky and weakly.
“I know, I know. Not funny. But you always laugh at my jokes.”
Taehyung swatted him again, and coughed. He heaved again, but nothing came out.
“See, my jokes cured you.”
But another heave, and a mouthful of pure bile escaped. Taehyung was running on empty, and Jin could see it. He continued rubbing his back, encouraging him to take another breath. It took Taehyung another few minutes of dry heaving before he managed to sink back, forehead dropping on the toilet. Jin smiled.
“Good job, you stopped. Let’s wait a few minutes before we move, just in case.”
Taehyung just nodded as his eyes closed, his body trying to succumb to at least a few moments rest before Jin made him move. Jin let him have these extra moments in peace, just keeping one hand rubbing his back but now in slow circles. It gave Jin time to send a one-handed text message to Namjoon, letting him know their second youngest was also ill. This was already proving to be a disaster. They were going to need back-up, that was for sure.
~*~
From his spot on the couch, Yoongi looked towards the bathrooms on the left. He’d begun rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he heard Jungkook, but he was wide awake the moment Taehyung also disappeared. This already wasn’t good, and they hadn’t bought that much juk. They’d need more… and given whatever the two had, Yoongi figured he may as well begin messing with inventory.
He yawned as he stood, stretching his arms upward. The noise was enough to have Namjoon looking at him with a frown. “You’re not sick too, are you?”
Yoongi shook his head. “Wouldn’t dream of getting sick before you, Joon. I’m just going to make some juk. I have a feeling we’re going to need more, if Hobi-ah hasn’t come back from checking on them.” He really, really hoped Hoseok wasn’t also sick; that man hated throwing up, the last thing they really needed was an anxiety attack flaring up from anyone over illness. At least, for now, Namjoon and Jimin seemed alright, so after reassuring their leader that he was okay, Yoongi merely trekked his way into the kitchen and went to pull out the big pot. He’d make enough juk to last them a few days; thankfully it wasn’t hard at all. Opening the kitchen, he went to work, glad that Hoseok had organized their kitchen prior.
As Yoongi began cutting green onions, he realized he wasn’t alone. Despite seeming exhausted, Namjoon was out standing by the counter, frowning at his phone as he reread Jin’s updates. “Ah… Hyung, what can I do to help?”
Yoongi smiled. “Can you go check on Hobi and Jungkook? Hobi might need some help. Juk should be ready within the hour.”
An easy task. Namjoon gave a thumbs up and headed down the hall to peer in Jungkook’s room, then Hoseok and Jimin’s, only to find both empty. He just decided to search each room to find them, peering briefly into Yoongi’s empty bedroom before he landed on Jin’s. And there he saw Hoseok running his hand through Jungkook’s hair, Jungkook curled up next to him with his head in his lap on their oldest hyung’s bed. When Hoseok spotted Namjoon in the doorway, he smiled, holding a finger to his lips.
“Did he just fall asleep?”
Hoseok nodded. “I wanted to wait a little before giving him medication in case he could eat anything.”
“Yoongi-hyung’s making juk.” He wheeled over the desk chair to sit in, so he wouldn’t move the bed. “He thinks we’re going to need more.”
With a sigh, Hoseok nodded again. “I wouldn’t be surprised… Someone else is going to get it, I bet. When it’s done, let me know?” It only took a few minutes more before Jungkook began snoring, and the two sighed in relief. He was out. The rappers spent a few moments discussing their gameplan on if more of them came down with this—double line the trash cans, keep their two sick members comfortable, try to keep their medications on schedule. Check everyone just to be safe. Hoseok texted the managers their update while Namjoon headed out to give Jin and Yoongi their new update. The juk would take a bit, so he didn’t rush.
As he made it to the bathroom closest to his room, he knocked lightly. “Jin-hyung? You in there?”
“Ahhh, Namjoon-ah! Yeah, I’m in here. Careful if you open the door, Taehyungie’s legs—”
Namjoon was not careful. Upon immediate push of the door, he immediately knocked the wood onto Taehyung’s legs. Similar to Hoseok and Jungkook, Taehyung had taken Jin’s lap as a pillow, but with a damp towel over his eyes. He groaned but otherwise did not move, and Jin immediately began to fuss as Namjoon apologized.
“Is he sick too, Jin-hyung?”
“He spent ten minutes vomiting and now he won’t get up. And he won’t let me get up. Joon-ah, I can’t help him from down here! We don’t even have a traditional Korean bathroom, I could have just hosed down the mess but no, we have to clean it up! I could have just hosed Taehyung off of me—”
With that, Namjoon laughed, squeezing in and kneeling next to them. Taeyhung, while not as tall as Jin or Namjoon, had put on a significant amount of muscle on his frame, rivaling Jin in terms of weight already. And so much of it was muscle; but his reluctance to move overtook Jin’s attempt to keep him from the floor. It was a lose-lose situation for Jin. Taehyung’s button-up had vomit stains all along the front, and was damp with sweat. Jin had wiped his face already, but the younger vocalist seemed comfortable with the cloth blocking the light.
“Headache, Tae-yah?” Namjoon asked.
He received a mumbled ‘yes’. Fever confirmed by touch. Chills, possibly from the floor, possibly the fever. With a sigh, Jin rubbed his back again.
“Come on, let’s try to make it to the room with Joon, yeah?”
Taehyung grumbles again. “’m dirty…”
“It’s okay buddy, you’ve been sick. You want to try and take a bath?”
That gets the young singer to groan, his hand reaching up to press the cold cloth over his eyes. “I don’t want to move… Every time I move I get woozy.”
Jin sighed, stroking his hair. “Well, let’s at least try to get you changed and clean so you’re more comfortable.”
“Not… not yet.” Taehyung grumbled. He kicked a foot lazily to the side, but it bumped Namjoon’s leg—exactly what he was planning. “Go ‘way.”
Namjoon chuckled softly, patting Taehyung’s shoulder from where he sat. He was pretty sure Jin would catch it, being in proximity of now two vomiting members, but he wasn’t going to stress out over it. As Jin leaned his head back against the wall, he reached a hand over to swat at Namjoon too.
“Just bring him some fresh clothes? We’ll be out when we can, okay?”
Namjoon nodded and scurried out, returning five minutes later with a fresh pair of pajamas. On his way out, he added: “Oh, Jungkook’s taken over your bed.”
“Aish!”
#bts emeto#emeto bts#sick!jungkook#sick!taehyung#caretaker!jin#caretaker!hoseok#caretaker!yoongi#caretaker!namjoon#caretaker!jimin#tw: emeto#tw: emetophobia#bts sickfic#Whit writes
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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."
#bts#soft-for-yoongi writes#bts!sickfic#emeto#emeto mention#bangtan#emeto fic#sickfic#vomit mention#sick#sick!taehyung#caretaker!ot7#taekook#taegi#bts sickfic#nausea#fever dream#feverish#vomiting#bts emeto#hyungs are sweet#requests#anon ask#tw vomit
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Energy boost
Sickie: Taehyung
Caretaker: Jungkook
TW: emeto
Taehyung woke up tired today. He didn't sleep the best and just feels overall sluggish. Taehyung can usually hide that he's tired and is good at covering up his yawning in public. But he just hates that feeling weighing him down. They're filming a short dance number for army today and he needs a lot of stamina.
Taehyung doesn't like coffee at all and doesn't understand how Yoongi can drink so much of it. He can't stand the smell or the taste. He's trying to think of another quick fix and wound up buying an energy drink. It's strawberry flavored so he figured he'd try it.
"Since when do you drink energy drinks?" Yoongi teases.
"It tastes better than that burnt hot bean water" Taehyung sasses playfully.
"Maybe, but coffee doesn't make you crash like those do" Yoongi smirks.
Taehyung found it tasted pretty sweet; a little too sweet from what's he's used to but he drank half of it and already feels a little more perky. It gives him more hope about the day. When finished his stomach feels.. weird. He drank that pretty fast. His stomach gurgles with the fizzy drink bubbling up. He burps and pauses for a minute. He feels the caffeine kicking in and rushes to get prepared.
The guys stand in position and Taehyung tries to stay still. He's all jittery and his stomach keeps going off. He doesn't know if anyone else can hear it and palms it cautiously.
"Everyone in place!"
The music starts playing and the choreography is fast pace. Taehyung's body keeps up with the movements but he regrets having that energy drink. The liquid swishes and sloshes inside his stomach with each jump and turn. It feels like his stomach is a bottle being shaken and bubbling up, ready to go off. But he can't stop now, they're halfway through the song. Then his stomach burbles and Taehyung stumbles and hiccups, almost tripping.
"Cut!" They all stop and look at him.
"Tae, why'd you stop?" Hoseok asks.
Taehyung wants to say his stomach hurts but doesn't want to throw off the day. He already messed up and doesn't want people getting mad at him. "I-I'm fine--" *he burps mid sentence.* Taehyung covers his mouth, flustered.
They all look at him strange. Yoongi is looking with concern. That wasn't exactly a small sized can he chugged.
"Ugh, sorry.. I'm sorry, I can keep going." Taehyung says quickly. He just wants to get through this.
"Hmm okay, let's try again" Hoseok gestures them to walk back to starting position. Taehyung puts a fist to his mouth and descretely burps again. He wants to think it helps but isn't sure. His stomach feels queasy and he worries he'll throw up instead. The cameras are going again and he definitely doesn't want that.
On the second take Taehyung isn't as fast, his stomach hurts with all the movements and sloshing. His body can't handle it and his stomach lurches. Taehyung hiccups again and bends over, holding his abdomen. Suddenly he belches and his stomach opens the floodgates, spewing out a fast large wave.
"Whoa Tae!" Jimin and Jungkook jump back, they were closest to him and just missed getting splashed. Taehyung can't say anything as his stomach is still forcing out it's contents.
The music stops and everyone is shocked at what just happened. Namjoon waves at the staff to stop the cameras and the members run to Taehyung. Taehyung falls to his knees clutching his middle. He sighs in disbelief but his stomach cuts him off with another hard retch. He pants and looks at the pink puddle on the floor. "Ugh, why did I have that?" Taehyung mutters.
Yoongi looks at the young vocalist sympathetically. "It's okay Tae, it could've happened to anyone."
Taehyung feels ridiculous and thought forsure they would scold him but everyone was benevolent and understanding.
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Taehyung wasn't thrilled about the car ride back. His stomach's still complaining after all that vomiting. He tries to rub it but he's so tired. Whenever the car hits a bump or a turn his stomach gurgles, making him moan quietly.
"Awwh hyung, that drink really upset your tummy huh?" Jungkook put his hand on Taehyung's stomach. Taehyung just nods as his sick stomach churns. Jungkook wants to help it and starts rubbing lightly "how does this feel?"
Taehyung hums approvingly, letting JK take over. The maknae's hands feel so nice. Taehyung yawns and leans on Jungkook closing his eyes. He's crashing. Jungkook looks and smiles fondly, shifting a bit to make it more comfortable.
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My Roman Empire
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Hello! I love your fics, and i'm wondering if you take requests for non mpreg. Something like Taehyung getting sick [emeto] during a Run BTS episode and the members and staff take care of him? Maybe he seems kind of withdrawn during the filming until it builds up into something worse?
— Run BTS Burst —
a.n : aaah sorry for the long wait TT i hope i can potray what you want :) (sorry for the lame ending heh)
Taehyung is exhausted. Beyond exhausted if he must say. The IV drips he took last night didn't help to energize him at all. If anything, he could tell his body gonna crash soon—Jinny's Kitchen was taking his entire soul. That was the hardest shooting that he ever did, and lots of hours flying back just a cherry on top. He sighs, sluggishly taking a hoodie and sweatpants—shivering a bit as chill run down his spines. Why is it so cold today?—putting it on in one swift motions as his phone vibrates.
His manager must have been downstairs.
At time like this, Taehyung want to say fuck professionalism. He wishes he could just suddenly cancel the schedule and just .. curl in the warmness of his bed—sleep the whole day.
His phone vibrates again. And Taehyung groans—that thoughts were too good to be true. Taehyung quickly snatches his phone, wallet, and another layer of coat, before hurrying downstairs.
"What's the schedule today?", he asks as soon as he's seated in the car. The manager turn around from the passenger seat, "It's just Run BTS shooting, after that you're clear"
Taehyung nods, "Oh, okay". His gloomy heart cheered a little bit at the expense of coming home a bit earlier than usual. And it's a Run BTS shooting—he got to do it with the members ; makes it way more bearable. He shifts on his seat as he tugs his coat tightly, resting his head against the cool window, eyes closing briefly at how soothingly cold it feels. "Hyung, wake me up when we've arrived", he mumbles tiredly, already starting to drift off into sleep mode again.
Taehyung wakes up only when they reach their building—feeling his manager shaking his shoulder with an urgency. He slowly lifts his eyelids, squinting slightly when sunlight hits his eyes, "What's wrong?", he mumbles tiredly. His manager chuckles, "We have arrived", he announces, eyes carefully watching the younger that stumbles over his own feet. "Are you tired? What time did you go to sleep?"
Taehyung grunts, feeling even more groggy and heavy after the little nap he took. He could feel a headache forming behind his eye sockets, "Dunno .. i slept early though, but i still feel tired", he mutters, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
He hears his manager chuckle again, gently guiding him inside, "Let's get inside, then", he says, smiling fondly at the idol.
Taehyung follows beside him, "When is the shooting starts?"
"In an hour, i think. Some of the members still have schedule to finish. We're waiting for them"
Taehyung hums, resting his body agaisnt the lift as it goes up. He gulps when he could feel his stomach moving along with the lift as well. "Can you asks for IV hyung?", he asks softly. He feels so drained. "I think i need one"
The managers eyes narrowed, "Are you feeling sick?", he asks as they stepped out of the lift. "No .. just tired", Taehyung explains. He can practically feel his manager's skeptical gaze as he led him towards the door. He's too tired to explain more.
His manager nods quietly, "I will asks it. Have you eat something?"
Taehyung could feel a scold forming on the tip of his manager tongue, but he's grateful when the latter just sighs and go to retrieve his requests.
He look around—none of the members are here yet. So he took a chance to rest—after softly rejecting the make up artists that offering to do his make up first—the couch look too inviting. After all, his bones felt like jelly right now. He plops himself down on said couch, pulling his legs up to his knees as he curls himself small.
He will wait for the members.
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"Aigooo, are you tired, Taehyung-ah?"
Hoseok's cheery voices is the first thing that greeted him. Taehyung grunts, feeling his body even more heavier than before. He blinks. The room has filled with more people—Seokjin, Jimin, Yoongi, and Hoseok are here. "Hyung ..", he rasps, throat hoarse. "How long have i been asleep?"
"15 minutes? I just arrived", Hoseok shrugs—before he looks down to the younger more attentive, "Are you okay? Your skin kinda flushed. Your manager leave the IV here"
Taehyung hums, hissed when his muscles ached as he tries to lift his body. "I'm just tired", he mutters under his breath. He closes his eyes, breathing in deeply. "Can you help me with the IV hyung?"
Hoseok frowns worriedly—putting his phone down and slowly open the package, "Are you sure? You look pale, Taehyung-ah"
Taehyung slumps his body when Jimin sits beside him, letting his heavy head rests on his friend shoulders. "It's fine. I will feel better after this", he mumbles as he feels the liquid entering his body.
"You're burning up a bit, Tae", Jimin adds, "Sleep more. I will wake you when it's your time to make up"
He nods, eyes closing shut—not actually want to sleep as he feels it gonna make him feel even worst, but he just want to rest. He still can hear Seokjin voices even though the older is meters away doing his makeup, he can hear Yoongi's hushed voice asking Jimin what's up with him, and he can feel Hoseok's gaze at him still.
"He needs to eat", he hear Yoongi says, "His manager left him some, right?"
Taehyung can feel Jimin nods, his head moving slightly against his hair. "Yeah, he is", Hoseok nudges his chin to another plastic bag on the table. The mention of food makes his stomach churn a bit. He doesnt know if its hunger or sickness starts blooming on him. He whines quietly, nuzzling further against Jimin's crooks.
He really don't wanna move at all.
Jimin giggles lightly at the sudden movement, holding on his arm a little tighter. They stay like that for awhile, until Jimin has to shake him awake as it's his turn to do his makeup. He groans, dragging his feet to the chair. He licks his dry lips as he meet his reflection—yeah, he definitely look sick. Pale as hell. He winces, looking away.
"Taehyung, your manager leave you some food. He said you need to it", Hoseok calls from behind. Taehyung answers with a hum, hands slowly moving his hands under his shirt—holding his stomach that feels full— as he let the makeup artist brush eyeshadow on him.
5 minutes later, Everyone is done with the makeup, but still have to wait as the PD prepare the shoot. Taehyung grabs the bowl, hesitantly grabbing the spoon to put some rice in his mouth. He swallows it, grimacing at the taste. He takes another bite, chewing slowly. He can feel his stomach growl—protesting the heavy materials. He quickly shoves few more bites, then drowning the taste with a lot of water, before his hyung notices something on him.
"You're done?", Jimin asks, eyeing the still half full bowl. Taehyung nods. "I'm saving it for later, don't want to eat too much. We're shooting anyway"
Jimin nods, letting the matters go. Taehyung doesn't miss the concern laced within the older, but doesn't say anything.
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Taehyung thoughts the IV gonna help him feel better—oh, he's so much in wrong for that. He has taken 2 IV ever since he got home from Mexico, hoping that it would lessen the crash, but his body decides the other way. He's definitely sick right now.
The first bad sign that he notices are how cold the studio is. He looks around—this is the studio they have been use to shoot so many times, either Run BTS, interview, or photoshoot. And he knows that no one ever change the air conditioner temperature there. There's no reason. So why is it so cold today? He swallows the urge to run and take his coat back—instead, listening the PD instruction about today's game. Maybe with some moving, he would feel less cold. Definitely not a sign of fever.
The second sign, is how he has to blinks few times to focus his sight to the prompter in front of him. And the instructions feels too fuzzy for his brain to disgest.
"Look at Taehyung, he doesn't understand", Jimin giggles beside him, definitely teasing, so he can't do anything but chuckles awkwardly and try to once again understand the rules. "Jungkook-ah", he whispers after taking a minute to read, "How is it?"
Of course the mic catch his whispers clearly—he only hopes the viewers gonna take it as a funny moment—and Yoongi teases him now. The games went on when Jimin explains it to him in a more simple manner. Taehyung shakes his head. He needs to get himself together.
The third sign—the worse and the final sign.
Taehyung forgot that now Run BTS has been a bigger show, they starts taking some sponsors. So seeing food or drink on the set isn't a strange sight. He—and the others are usually excited for it. Who's not excited for free food during shooting, right? Yeah, that if he's feeling good. Or not sick, at least.
Today, it's hell for him.
He hopes his acting skill after shooting drama, countless ads and interview, and variety shows can help him to hide the grimaces when he sees the food on the table. He could hear his members excited chatters as they starts spitting the script for promotions—Jimin and Jungkook has chewed some.
"Taehyung-ah, you're not eating?", Namjoon asks, taking a big bite—that get Taehyung gulps as he could feel the taste of grease and spice from it. He coughs loudly and he feels like throwing up. "No, i'm on diet"
"Diet? Hyung .. this is so good", Jungkook teases, taking a piece of chicken and shoves it until it touches his lips. Taehyung chuckles, trying his best not to gag at the smell. It smells good, truthfully. It's just his sick body makes him think otherwise.
"It's good, Taehyung-ah. What's the use for diet", Yoongi mumbles beside him. Taehyung smiles sheepishly—and surrender. He just need to eat one, and it's done. He chews quickly, trying to ignore any possible taste of meat in his mouth.
The shooting goes on, and everything was fine—except Taehyung feel worst. He's not even sure if he's still "there" or not. He takes a sip of water. His stomach hurts now. He feels nauseous. He had taken almost half of the water, to wash the taste from his tongue. But for some reason, it still lingers there, and it falls heavy in his stomach. He can feel his throat getting constricted by every single swallowing. It feels weird. And it makes him feel even worse—feeling his chest rising and falling faster.
Yoongi must've noticed his weird behaviour as he nudges his hand under the table twice. "Huh?"
"Are you okay?"
His stomach growls, it's not loud—but it sends ripple of burp that tastes like chicken and food his manager gave to him. Taehyung presses his fist over his lips hard—as the horrible taste causing his body to flinch and convulse with a gag. He is never a quiet person—so the mic definitely catch his gag, as he could see everyone stops on his tracks. He barely can react or anything, before his stomach turns and throws the food in his hand.
Taehyung is dizzy.
Everything is spinning in front of him—he feels faint already—but somehow manages to nod. His hand starts to feel cold. He unconsciously wrapped it around his middle—as nausea washes him. This time more prominent ; like Yoongi's acknowledgement opened something in him.
Everything is blurry now, he doesn't remember being pushed towards someone, or even hearing someone scream his name, but he does remember seeing their faces as he retches. He can still taste the awful taste of the chicken, as he continues puking in between coughs. He doesn't know who puts trashcan on his lap, and pull his hand away from his mouth—as his head immediately ducked into it, mouth opened wide with a big stream of vomit rushes through it. He shuts his eyes, waiting for the next wave of vomit to come over him. And it does—5 seconds later, with a loud belch. All of water he downed earlier pushing itself up, filling the bin in rapid pace. Taehyung chokes, feeling a burning sensation spread across his throat.
"Taehyung-ah, breathe"
Someone touch his shoulders gently and push his hair back. Taehyung lets out a whimper, as he tries to control his breathing again. He can feel another hand rubbing his back, softly. He keeps on vomiting, emptying whatever's left inside his stomach, his throat and his mouth.
After what felt like hours of vomiting, he finally managed to stop. He feels exhausted, shaking and dizzy. Someone helps him—taking the trashcan away, and gives him tissues and water to clean himself. He wipes his mouth with shaky fingers, taking deep breath again and letting out small groans. He's too warm, too dizzy, and tired—all at once.
"Hyung ..", he mutters as he slumps against someone beside him. Maybe it's Yoongi .. or Jungkook—he doesn't care. "I'm not feeling well"
"Yeah no shit, you just throw up, Taehyung-ah", Someone snickers. Probably Seokjin. "Let's call off the shooting. Get Taehyungie home"
"Can you stand up?", Someone that has been his pillar asks him softly. Taehyung frowns—still not want to open his eyes. "Dunno .. dizzy"
A pair of hands support him as a hand comes to hold his waist, helping him up. A small voice speaks again—"Take it slow. I'll walk with you"
With a groan, he manages to move his body. He holds onto whoever is supporting him and tries to keep himself straight. But his body definitely hits a rock bottom today—he only few steps away from their waiting room, when nausea is starting to grows and so does the dizziness. The floor spins under him. He doesn't get a word, before he jerks forward, and watery vomit sprays out of his mouth.
"Tae!"
Taehyung is barely aware of people calling his name—as his stomach rebels against him and convulse, sending the second batch of the vomit flying out, and then another wave. He gasps for air, his arms weakly clutching his stomach—while someone fusses beside him.
" 'm sorry", he chokes out between coughs and groans after the nausea subsided.
He feels awful.
"It's okay, Taetae .. it's okay. Now let's get you clean up and go home, okay?"
#bts sickfic#bts emeto#tw emeto#tw vomit#sick!taehyung#caretaker!jimin#caretaker!yoongi#caretaker!hoseok
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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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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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-- All Together--
Sickie: Everyone ( = (BTS OT7)
Caretaker: TBD
TW: Food poising, nausea, vomiting, detailed descriptions of emeto, scat, etc
Word Count: 4k+
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There wasn't a single member in the car that didn't have beads of sweat covering their foreheads. Things were relatively fine on the drive to the airport. Until the car's air conditioner broke. They could have stopped and fixed it but, didn't want to miss their flight. They were a long way away from the airport. A part from the excruciating heat things was alright. That was until Jimin began to complain about motion sickness. Then taehyung, then hoseok. Yoongi was feeling sick too but he refused to mention it.
Jimin POV
Uncomfortable was an understatement. Jimin's clothes stuck to his overly heated body. His clothes were damp with sweat, clinging to his body. As if feeling his own damp clothes stick to his body wasn't enough the tight space between him and taehyung was also damp, and clinging together. To make things worse his stomach was giving him trouble. Having motion sickness along with being hot and sweaty was not a good mix. only this felt different. usually, when he had motion sickness it begin with a dizzy feeling in his head that lead to nausea. Right now he wasn't dizzy. It had to be carsickness he thought to himself. His stomach would jostle to the movement of the car. He tried looking out the window but it had no effect. It didn't make him feel more or less dizzy. The car hit a pothole. It Once again jostled his tummy. He should speak now while the car was still silent. " I'm not feeling so well" he announces to the other members," says with a handheld lightly over his tummy. Namjoon sitting in the very front of the vehicle turned his head. " are you feeling carsick Jiminie? " he ask. his body moving with the movement of the car as he spoke. staring directly into Jimin's cast-down eyes. " I think so," Jimin says looking at the hand holding his own stomach. Hoseok sat in the inside seat of the car Jimin beside him and taehyung on the outside. Taehyung moved his hand from his lap to place it on the back of Jimin's neck. He massaged that area of his neck. Taehyung would usually be more comforting and clingy but it was far too hot in the car to touch and move around a lot. Jimin was grateful that taehyung wasn't being clingy at the moment. Typically taehyungs fingers rubbing at the nape of his neck is comforting and stress relieving but taehyungs fingers were hot and clammy and Jimin's neck was slathered in sweat. Making the nauseous older more uncomfortable. " I'm sorry Jimin we don't have any more planned stops ahead. But if you begin to feel worse let me know and I'll see what we can do." namjoon informs Jimin, gives his knee a little pat, and then turns around in his seat. Jimin stays quiet, at some point in time his stomach drops and he questions whether or not he'd make it through this ride alive.
Taehyungs pov
Taehyung was a little relieved to know that he wasn't the only one not doing so well. He didn't really suspect the feeling to be carsickness but it was a reasonable explanation. The car was hot, the ride was bumpy and they'd been driving for a long time. These are the things that would make him carsick typically. Taehyung stomach began to bubble and twist. his stomach bubbling wasn't something that he couldn't recall usually happening while feeling carsick but he figured it was normal or something he hadn't noticed before. He felt a cramp in his stomach that swirled into nausea. Taehyung hopes this car ride ends pretty soon. He's not sure how well he could keep his stomach down. Especially if Jimin starts to get sick beside him. Both of the members throwing up would definitely be a disaster. Taehyung really hopes it doesn't come to that. He looks over to Jimin, he doesn't seem to be doing very well. Taehyung stops rubbing the other's nape. It doesn't seem to be helping Jimin any. Tahyung wanted to comfort the older but he felt doing so would only make him feel worse. He doesn't think he could stomach it either. Taehyung looked away from Jimin, he looked outside the window hoping to settle his own stomach. His stomach felt worse as he sat in the car. Taehyung tried to focus on keeping himself calm and steady against the car's shaking. He was feeling uneasy about being nauseous against the motion of the car. Despite taehyung being on the outside of the seat he felt trapped in the moving car.
Jimin POV
Before taehyungs hot fingers on his nape were uncomfortable, but he didn't realize he was distracting himself from the awful feeling building in his stomach until he felt taehyungs hand drift away. Now, instead of mentally complaining amount taehyungs hand, his mind was flooded with thoughts of his nausea. It felt like the hotter he got worse the nausea felt. It made him feel lightheaded.
Taehyung POV
The nausea was geting to a point of unbearableness. He could feel beads of sweat slowly drip down his spine. Making him shiver and twitch. " hyung..." he forced himself to say threw a nauseating cramp. he was referring to namjoon who sat in the front and gave Jin the directions off the GPS on his phone. " I'm feeling carsick too," taehyung says. looking at namjoon who hadn't yet turned his head. namjoon turned to the side. " would you like Jin hyung to open a window taetae?" Namjoon says. Taehyung felt as though speaking would worsen nausea boiling in his tummy so he shook his head and sat up a bit. namjoon signaled Jin to roll down the window as he drove and he did so. A blast of air hit the sweat members' faces. It was relieving compared to the humid air that formed inside the car. It wasn't enough for the boys growing nausea.
Jimin pov
I was starting to have trouble keeping my stomach in place. So much so that I could taste my lunch that I was so excited to chow down earlier. I feared I might not be able to alert namjoon of my troubles. After many years of dealing with carsickness, I was still no good at keeping my stomach down. I brought a fist to my face. He forced down a burp that threatened to send his lunch with it. The sour acidy taste burned his throat to swallow down. his stomach churned uncomfortably. He knew he hadn't much time before he'd see his lunch again. Only he won't be as happy as when he saw it the first time.
Taehyung Pov
Taehyung caught on to Jimin's struggle when he heard an odd and pain full sounding swallow from Jimin. It was loud enough to hear and catch his attention. He didn't think too much of it until he actually turned to look at Jimin. Jimin had his fist over his mouth. Tae watched as Jimin's cheeks buffed up and released. He hopes that it was air filling the younger cheeks but he doubts his own optimism. Taehyung knew Jimin, He knew that if the older was struggling now to keep his stomach down, there wouldn't be much time before he eventually loses the battle. " HYUNG! I THINK WE NEED TO STOP" taehyung panicked, he knew what was coming next if they didn't stop and let Jimin out of the bus. Unfortunately, this scared the living daylights out of jin who slams his foot down on the break. which causes the car behind him to do the same. Jin Pulls the car over to the side. Unfortunately for Jimin, it was a little too late.
Hosoeks Pov
Hoseok wasn't sure if it was because of the commotion, the heat, or the nagging feeling he was geting in his stomach but he felt very overwhelmed. The root of the swirling sensation was most likely anxiety. fearing one of the carsick members might throw up. At least that's what he told himself, in order to keep calm. Still, the louder the members beside him yell about the situation the more nervous and nauseous he feels. He too had a rising sickening feeling in his stomach. He was conflicted now. Was it him also experiencing carsickness or was he experiencing sympathy sickness aka emetophobia? Thinking about it only makes him feel worse. It was hard not to when taehyung was yelling about how sick Jimin feels. The feeling he felt now was simply awful. He was trapped. The furthest from the exit in the bus, the heat making him feel clammy and his stomach swirling with not only the swift movement of the bus but Jimin panicking moving around in his seat. It was overwhelming and frankly enough to send his stomach over the edge. Jin was slowing down the car after being alerted by Tahyung. Jin hyung wasn't fast enough for Jimin's stomach. Jimin released a loud gag. It alerted all the members making six of their heads turn towards Jimin. The only one who didn't look was jin he gave a glance through the review mirror and put his eyes back on the road. It was an awful sight to see. I should have looked away but my fear for Jimin overcame me. That was until I saw some of Jimins lunch splash onto my lap. I almost lost it then and there. I turned my head and gagged harshly into my hands. It was an immediate reaction hoseok could not control. My stomach went from my throat to my hands. Every gag that Jimin gave off hoseok echoed one back. It was a mess. There was barely any time passed before taehyung was joining us. Most likely, he was also hit with a splash of puke. hoseok's heart was racing. his stomach wasn't letting up and neither were Jimin's and taehyung's. Hoseok bent forward and retched. throwing up on his knee and the wall of the car. it splattered and slid down. the sight only promoted him to do it again. he tried looking away from the sick he'd created but he was only greeted with the sick Jimin had created on the other side of him. He threw up again adding layer and layer of sick on his pants, the floor, the seat in front of him, Jimin. The constant retching caused his head to pulse painfully making him feel lightheaded and weak. He couldn't stop. He tried so hard to stop. but every time he'd tried to breathe in the sight and spell of the sick would be taugnting him. It was not just his own sick that was plaguing him it was Jimin who had coughed up his full course meal right beside him. Hoseok doesn't think that he will ever sit this far inside again. He can't even leave out of the car and get away from the others and the mess they've made.
Tahyung Pov
Jimin set me off. He gagged a couple of times. That, I could handle. A huge wave of sick splattering onto his and hoseok lap is a different battle. I unintentionally let off a dry gag. I felt bad for doing so because I knew that gagging and Jimin having thrown up could also set off hoseok. I try and keep myself together. I hold my mouth and look away from Jimin. I'm not typically one to get sympathy sick, but I was already feeling pukey myself. Which is why I mentioned it to namjoon hyung. I was starting to feel really really sick. hoseok was throwing up now. I told myself that I would wait for Jin to pull over completely and get out seeing as I was close to the door and need to let out the other sick-feeling members, but It didn't quite happen that way. What did happen was Jimin accidentally threw up on my pants. I'm not with a very strong stomach at times like this. I couldn't really hold down my nausea anymore. I could feel the vomit chilled and stick to my legs. Something about the soggy junks and the gagging and retching going on set me off. I tried my best to keep it down. Using my hands to cover my mouth and minimize the mess. In the end, my body gave up for me. causing me to lurch forward. I had to use my hands to hold on to the seat in front of me so I wouldn't fall over. Taehyung threw his lunch up faster than he could keep up with. creating choking sounds as he let up a heaping pile of sick.
Seokjin/namjoon POV
We've dealt with carsick members from time to time but never like this. Not all at once. Maybe one or two sick feeling members but not three members puking their guts up right beside each other. Maybe we should have stopped and taken a short break when Jimin first mentioned feeling sick. The smell of the car was absolutely putrid and it messed with jins stomach. luckily he had a strong stomach and knew this despite a challenging task would not set him off. He just hoped the remaining nonsick members feel the same. Seok Jin pulled the car off to the side and turned around. He hoped to see members flooding the car. Instead, he sees taehyung losing his lunch on the floor, Jimin trying to hold off until tae moves, and hoseok letting off empty gags into his chunky vomit hand. Jin hops out of the car. Seen as the members in the middle row were struggling quite a bit. He walks over to the side of the car and pulls open the door. namjoon is behind him ready to go. He takes taehyung who is still vomiting on the floor and pulls him out. This creates a zig zag line of sick leading out of the car. namjoon moaned at the mess. "hyunggg awhh why couldn't you wait till he was finished. " namjoon says stepping out of taehyungs way. Once tae was out of the car he takes a little jog to get further away and falls to the ground retching. " let's get'em outta hear joon, the faster the better." jin says and he climbs in trying to avoid the sick which was spattered practically everywhere. He took a handful full of a clean potion from Jimin's shirt and gives it a little tug. Jimin gagged at jin's quick pull. " hyung wait, I got it. " Jimin rises from his seat keeping his head down careful not to hit his head on the roof of the car. Not really caring about avoiding sick seen as he was covered in it. Jimin slowly steps out of the car but his clean hand is on jin's shoulder to help him out of the car without falling over. Standing up after throwing up a lot made Jimin light-headed. Once he stepped out of the car Jimin slowly walked to a place away from the car and plopped down. He lay back in the grass attempting to catch his breath.
Now the only member left on the row of vomit was hoseok. Hoseok sat curled up with his elbow covering his mouth. He was trying to protect his nose from the awful stench, and he couldn't use his hands because they were soild with puke. Every so often a hoseok would close his eyes and a strained wet retch could be heard threw the fabric of his shirt. Jin climbed back in once more and gave hoseoks shoulder a tap. " come on hobi "Jin says as calm and kind as he could. of course, hoseok wanted to get out of the seat but he couldn't bring himself to move. He tried, he'd have to open his eyes and he knew for a fact that would set his stomach off. "Hobiii" namjoon says in a light and playful tone. "Let's get you outta here hobi" namjoon can see that he is struggling. Namjoon gingerly puts a hand on a clean part of hoseoks arm to guide him out of the car. " He gives hobi a gentle nugde and he doesn't move at first. " wait," hoseok says. he begins to breathe roughly. Hoseok slowly lowers his arm from his mouth and opens his eyes a sliver. His eyes were greeted with the awful visuals of several splotches of multicolored vomit. He gagged weakly. He tried to calm himself as he let namjoon carefully guide him out of the car. Once hoseok was almost completely out of the car he slid into a puddle of sickness almost falling down. namjoon tried to catch him but he was uncessesuful. hoseok caught himself. Which ended with his hand touching a chunky coated area of the seat. The feeling made him shiver. He felt his stomach twist the chunks under his fingers. namjoon watched as hoseok's cheeks puffed out. He could hold onto his mouth and try to stop it his hands were too filthy. A spray of vomit pushed past his lips. Namjoon was right in the vomit zone so he hopped out of the way. A little sick did manage to hit the side of his shirt. The only thing namjoon cared about was geting hoseok out of the car. He pulled on his arm and hoseok to that last step out of the car. hoseok took a few steps and threw up over the grass not being able to go any further.
As hobi does so namjoon sticks his head in the bus. He looks to the back, his eyes find a sleeping jungkook who has not stirred since he fell asleep. Should he wake him and get him out of the car or leave him to sleep in peace. Namjoon decided to leave him there. He wasn't dirty and he seemed to be fine. He looked at all the members standing outside of the car. Taehyung was still throwing his guts up, and Jimin is sitting on the ground rubbing his tummy. Jin hyung is there trying to comfort both of them. namjoon should go help him with that but there are only four people outside the car. five including himself and he knows for sure jungkook is in the car.... so wheres yoongi? is he still in the car? why was he still in the car? if three members are feeling carsick there was a strong chance that he does too. even if it's just a little so why would he sit in a stinky puke-covered car? namjoon thought. he turned around and took a peek at the front of the car. yoongi was there motionless. (hehe motionless min) The only sign of life namjoon noticed was his heavy, brisk breathing. Namjoon walked over to him. "hyung?" yoongi didn't respond. yoongi looks sick in the face his eyes were also closed. He had handfuls of his pants grasped in his hands. " hyung" namjoon says again this time putting a hand on yoongi's shoulder. yoongi opened his eyes. " hyung do you feel sick?" namjoon asks holding on to the smaller man. " no" yoongi says quickly. Closing his mouth and breathing briskly out of his nose instead. Namjoon knew he was lying. His hyung usually did a better job of it though.
POV Yoongi
yoongi got lost in the commotion. He was also feeling sick. He knew one thing for a fact. This was not car sickness. This felt nothing like carsickness at all. He's had motion sickness for years in cars and planes and he knew the difference between feeling sick and feeling motion sick. first off he was light-headed and bloated. He'd eaten hours ago so why does it feel undigested in his stomach? Sure the motion of the car worsened it but he could definitely tell this was beyond motion sickness. His stomach was off. It felt extremely odd. He couldn't recall having this feeling before. The ride only heightened his nausea. It got worse when he heard the sound of vomiting. He didn't want to make things worse so he stayed quiet about how he felt. It was hard to do with three others behind him giving loud gags and stomach-turning retches. He knew that if he stayed calm and focused on staying calm with measured breaths he would be able to keep his lunch down. At least until they stop somewhere. Well, now they were. After sitting threw the sound of each member being dragged out of the car while either retching or vomiting, it was a little hard to keep his own stomach calm. It had gotten to the point where his breaths became desperate and panicky. This is how namjoon found him. Still sitting in the car breathing heavily. Namjoon was concerned his hyung seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack. This was surprising because yoongi is typically calm even in extreme cases such as this. This is also why he asked if his hyung was sick. Because that was the only way his hyung could be freaked out right now. Yoongi gave namjoon a look that said everything he need to know. namjoon understood. Yoongi never gives much or any eye contact so he knows this means something. namjoon rubbed yoons arm and guided him out of the car. there he found a seat on the ground beside Jimin who now sat up in the grass.
POV namjoon
All the members were accounted for. He could feel himself getting stressed so he took a second to lean up against the car. He had to figure out what to do next. On things were clear they were probably gonna miss their flight if they haven't already. He felt a headache coming on just thinking about how the heck they were gonna get the bus cleaned. His stomach felt a little odd. He took it and the headache that had formed as just a product of stress from the situation. he took a deep breath in and a deep breath out. Once he felt calmed he got up and walked over to jin hyung who was now beside yoongi. Jin was rubbing yoongi's back and asking him 20 questions to which he barely replied. He seemed annoyed. Namjoon interrupted the conversation to talk to Jin. " jin hyung, what are we gonna do about the car?" namjoon sits down on the ground in front of jin. jin looks at the car. the door was still wide open. he could quite literally see a drip of vomit falling out of the car creating various small puddles. it looked gross. " do we have any cleaning supplies at all?" jin ask. both namjoon and jin look at yoongi. yoongi was always prepared for anything. He always had just what they needed. " what?" yoongi says at the two looking at him. " I have nausea meds, meds for stomach aches and I have a pack of tissues but that's all I got," yoongi explains. " I guess those tissues will have to do," jin says. " namjoon facepalms. The three rise from the ground and follow yoongi. yoongi goes over to his seat and pulls out small plastic rapped tissues and hands them over to namjoon. " welp this is better than nothing at all I guess."namjoon says. " that essentially IS nothing at all" jin jokes. namjoon wasn't in the joking mood, the stress was really geting to him. He's gonna have to clean a heaping mess of vomit with a travel package of 60 tissues. This was going to be a painfully long day. He did the best he could with what he had.
It didn't get everything surrounding the seat but the seat itself was clean enough to sit on. which wouldn't make much of a difference when the three sickly boys were covered in vomit. It also didn't contain the putrid smell at all either. He just needs them to survive long enough to get to the closes gas station. Even a convenience store would do as long as they could get the mess cleaned up in the car. He finished up the car the best he could and caught the member's attention. " Hey, guys listen up! I cleaned the car, but it's still quite messy inside. Jin will drive us to the closes convenient store or gas station and we will do a better job of cleaning it. I also need someone to hit up our manager because were behind and still no one was near the airport so we're probably gonna miss our flight. There was moaning and groaning but everyone got up and prepared themselves to get back into the car. They sat right back where they were before. As soon as hoseok tried entering the car he caught a whiff of the smell and gagged dryly immediately. He and the others managed to get inside. They road with all the windows open.
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I decided to cut it here and just make a part 2
I hope you have enjoyed thanks for reading!
#bts sickfic#sick bts#bts emeto#tw nausea#tw emeto ment#tw vomit#tw emetophobia#sick!hoseok#sick!suga#sick!namjoon#sick!jimin#sick!taehyung#sick!hobi#food poisoning#tw: emeto#tw stomachache#twcarsickness
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His angel
Word count: 922
Sickie: Taehyung
Caretaker: Jimin
Cold/fever based high school vmin drabble.
we know that jimin used to wake up before taehyung in high school, so imagine:
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Jimin gets up and starts getting ready for another school day, Taehyung still fast asleep. Jimin doesn't think much of it when Tae doesn't respond to him calling his name the first time- he never was a morning person. So it isn't until Jimin is finished getting ready and Taehyung still hasn't budged from his bed that Jimin grows concerned.
"Taehyung?? Get up, we're going to be late," No response. Jimin pulls back the comforter and shakes the sleeping boy's shoulder gently. Jimin's eyes widen at the heat he feels radiating off of Taehyung's body. It's then that he notices how tae's brow is knitted together in discomfort and his damp bangs stick slightly to his forehead.
"Jiminie, stop it please." Taehyung's plea comes out as a weak, quiet whine. Jimin's heart breaks for his friend. he smooths back Tae's bangs with his palm and sighs at Taehyung's uncomfortably warm skin, confirming that he's running a fever.
"Y-you're burning up," Jimin says aloud, to himself more than anything. Jimin wracked his brain as he looked down at his sleepy friend. He was at a loss for what to do. Neither Jimin or Taehyung had been sick away from home before. His concern only grew when he realized that they didn't have any medicine. Or tissues, for that matter. Taehyung's voice breaks Jimin away from his train of thought.
"Jimin-ah, go." he says. Jimin's puppy eyes intensified as his brows knit in confusion.
"What?"
"Go," he repeats, "You're gonna be late."
"I can't leave you alone, I-I shouldn't." Jimin says softly.
"I'll be fine, please just go." There's a finality and desperation to Taehyung's voice that has Jimin pulling away from his best friend against his better judgement. His lips press together in a tight line. There wasn't much Jimin could do for Taehyung if he stayed anyway, and the anxiety of missing school weighed heavy on his mind.
Jimin stands up from the edge of Taehyung's bed and slings his backpack over his shoulder. He pulls the comforter back up to Tae's chin.
"I'll come straight home as soon as the last bell rings, okay? Feel better, Taehyungie." Taehyung's eyes were already closed as Jimin switched off the lights and closed the door behind him.
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As jimin boarded the train to school, he thought of only Taehyung. He couldn't shake the image of his sick friend from his head. His skin was pale, his cheeks were flushed, and his hands trembled slightly from fever. Jimin kicked himself mentally for not having a thermometer to even check how high his temperature was. The longer he thought about it, the more he wanted to be by his best friend's side. So, he made a decision.
Instead of getting off at their usual stop, Jimin got off the train three stops earlier and made his way to the convenience store on the corner. He loaded up on everything Taehyung might need- cold medicine, fever reducers, snacks- the works. With both arms fully loaded with bags of supplies, Jimin boarded the train again, this time, in the direction of home.
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It had only been about 45 minutes since Jimin had left for school, but Taehyung failed to fall back asleep. The chills running through his body and the slight chatter of his teeth despite being buried in heaps of blankets prevented him from doing so. Taehyung couldn't help but miss his home. He longed for the sweet relief of sleep; he longed for someone to hold him and tell him that everything would be okay. He longed for Jimin.
But Taehyung's thoughts were interrupted by a certain brunette boy barging through the door, grocery bags in hand.
"Jiminie?" Taehyung noted the hoarseness in his voice that wasn't there before.
"What're y-"
"I got you some medicine. And some snacks- your favorite." Jimin felt Taehyung's puzzled gaze on him as he shuffled through his bags and tossed him a bottle of banana milk.
"Why aren't you... What about-" Questions flooded Taehyung's fevered mind.
"I know you told me to go, tete, but I couldn't leave you alone all day." Jimin began to explain. His hand unconsciously brushed Tae's bangs out of his eyes, his thumb rubbing small circles on his temple as he cupped his cheek.
"No one should be alone when they're sick. Besides, I wouldn't have been able to focus at school, anyway." Jimin added shyly as he averted his eyes at the ground.
Taehyung's expression softened as he gazed up at his best friend. He truly was Taehyung's angel. His eyes began to water against his will, but he didn’t care. He knew Jimin understood. And if anyone asks, he'll blame it on the fever, Taehyung thinks.
Taehyung pulls back his comforter and moves over for his best friend to join him, and he happily obliges. Jimin knows he'll have to get some medicine in him eventually, but for now, he wants to be there for his soulmate.
The two lay in comfortable silence, their breath in time with each other as Jimin ran his fingers through Taehyung's hair. Taehyung presses his cheek into Jimin's chest, holding him tight and not daring to let go. He looks up to Jimin's serene face. His angel. Taehyung knew then that they would always be there for each other no matter what, in every situation.
"You know you're probably gonna get sick too, right?" Jimin looked down at Taehyung's adoring eyes and smiled contently.
"Good thing I have you to take care of me then."
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A/n: Hello this is my first fic ever that I didn't even mean to write it was just an incomplete imagine I had in my head but!! If anyone wants to discuss all of the bts sickfic things w me please feel free- headcanons, prompts, anything!
#bts sickfic#sick!taehyung#caretaker!jimin#bts fever#i didnt mean to write a whole fic or even a drabble#bc im not a writer#but anyway#taehyung sick
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Give me a V so sick with something like a mix bronchitis and the flu, getting so sick can't even sit up on his own. It starts with just a cough during practice or during filming, that keeps getting worse until he eventually throws up on either caretaker Yoongi or Namjoon your choice. His fever is so high his sentences don't even make sense anymore by the end of it and he's very clingy because to him he's freezing.
I want someone to snap at him accidently from the worry he puts them through because they fell for his acting.. sorry English is not my first language. I hope it makes sense.
I'll try my best to try to match the prompt. I'm sorry it took so long.. my emotions are all over the place and I can't seem to write anything I like..
"Jimin you're moving too fast." Hoseok scolds him while they watch the replay of their practice. "And Jinnie-hyung, you didn't get in your spot for the second verse in time.. we'll have to try again.."
"I'm sorry Hyung." Jimin bows, panting softly. "Could you show me again?"
"Me too, I got confused on where it was.. can you show me again?" Jin asks, wanting to fix his mistakes.
Taehyung clears his throat to speak, his heart racing to even ask."Please, hyung.. I'm so tired.. can we do it.. tomorrow morning?" He asks softly, breathing heavily from exhaustion. He wasn't feeling well all day, but he didn’t want to miss practice. Not on the first day of a new choreography. They've been practicing for hours, and he knew everyone was tired too but he was at his limit. I just need a few minutes to rest..
"We almost got it.. we just need to work on timing. Just one more time, okay Taehyungie? I know how you feel.." Hoseok felt exhausted too, but they had a tight schedule of photoshoots, music videos,an award show, and they still needed to record for Run BTS. They couldn't afford to slow down.
"Just a quick water break, then? My throat is so scratchy.. I..i think I'm getting a cold.." Taehyung goes to get water before Hoseok gives an answer, coughing into his elbow.
"Okay, a few minutes of rest." Hoseok's heart twinges with guilt when he heard the low pitched coughing, rubbing Taehyung's back until they die down. Why didn't he say anything earlier about feeling sick? I would've been softer on him..
Everyone else follows suit, getting water to try to regain at least a little bit of their energy back. Yoongi goes up to Hobi, offering him water. “Here Hobi.. you should drink too..”
"Thanks, hyung."Hoseok takes a drink, surprised when he feels Yoongi pulling him away from Taehyung, going out of earshot of the vocalist.
"Taehyungie isn't the one messing up, and he's looking pale. I think you should let him sit it out, i don't want him getting worse before the MMAs." Yoongi speaks up on Taehyung's behalf, seeing him leaning against the mirror out of the corner of his eye.
Hoseok follows his gaze, seeing Jimin approaching his fellow 95er, offering him a towel to wipe off the sweat after he was stolen away. "Namjoon-ah!" He calls to the leader, not wanting to overstep his place. He led dance practice, but he didn't feel comfortable deciding without Namjoon.
"What's up Hoba?" Namjoon goes up to the two, sitting on the floor next to Hoseok.
"Yoongi-hyung thinks Taehyung should sit out practice. I wanted to know what you think about the matter. You're sharing a room with him.. what do you think?”
"He went to bed early last night. I asked if he was okay, he said he was, that he just had a headache and a scratchy throat from the recording sessions and that he was tired from the new diet he started a few days ago..." Namjoon explained what he knew about his roommates condition, looking at Taehyung. “If you think he shouldn't continue practice I trust you'll do what's best for the team..”
Hoseok looked over at Taehyung and Jimin, watching Jimin baby his soulmate. Jimin was letting Taehyung lay his head in his lap, gently rubbing a towel over Taehyung's wet hair. "You're getting my lap wet. Be sure to dry your hair properly before we go home okay?”
Taehyung nods sleepily. “Okay Minnie..I'll probably take a shower. I feel gross..” he says softly, coughing into his fist.
"I think he should sit out the rest of practice then. I think he'll be fine, just watching for now. I don't want to risk him getting worse when we have so much to do.." Namjoon agrees with Yoongi. Even it could be just him overreacting to a cold.
"Alright! Let's start from the top without V-sii..." Hoseok gets to his feet, Taehyung moving off Jimin so he could get up.
Jimin takes off his jacket, putting it on the floor for Taehyung."Here, lay on this if you want to lay down. The floor is a bit cold.”
Taehyung nods, spreading it out and curling up on top of it, watching the others gather together in the center, leaving his spot open. He tries to watch them practice, but it wasn't long before the ailing vocalist was asleep.
Namjoon wakes up to his alarm groaning as he stretches out on his bed. It felt like he only just fell asleep. He came in from his studio early in the morning, trying to fix the hook to the new song he was working on.
Namjoon jumps when he hears Taehyung coughing, relaxing when he finds the source of the sound, quickly turning to worry."Taehyung-Ah are you okay?" He rushes to the side of the younger member when he continues coughing instead of answering, quickly sitting him up. "Taehyung..”
"I'm..I'm okay.." Taehyung says in between coughs, gasping for air. Namjoon runs his hand across his back until the coughing stops, gently propping him against the wall. "Thanks Hyung.."
"You're cough got worse Tae.." Namjoon says sympathetically, placing his hand on Taehyung's cheek. "You feel a bit warm. I don't think you should film today, you should rest."
"No, no I'll be okay. I just need to take medicine.. it's nothing." Taehyung pouts, not wanting to miss run BTS. "I'm okay.." he repeats softly, giving Namjoon his puppy dog pout."I can do it."
Namjoon sighs, struggling to say no. "Stay here. I'll go get you some water and medicine, but if it doesn't get better in a couple hours you have to sit it out.. we have a music video to film on Tuesday.." Namjoon gets up, quickly leaving the room to the medicine cabinet, pulling out the thermometer and cough medicine.
I don't want to sit at home alone while everyone else films.. I have to convince Namjoonie-hyung I'm okay..
Taehyung forces himself to sit up, drinking some water to try to make him look better than he actually felt when Namjoon returns.
I could deal with the sniffles, but now it feels like his chest was filled with water, making it hard to breathe. It's just a bit of a chest cold...i can handle this..
Namjoon comes back into the room with the medicine, lulled into a sense of false security when he sees Taehyung was up on his own.
“Here Tae, I found some cough medicine and some pain killers.” Namjoon gives him the pill bottle while be pours the liquid into the measuring cup, but Taehyung struggled to get it with his trembling hands.
“You okay Tae?” Namjoon frowns when he notices Taehyung losing his patience with the bottle. “Here, switch with me. I'll get it.”
Taehyung pouts when he watches Namjoon open it in seconds, not realizing he wasn't a twist, that he had to line it up the arrows and pop it open. He just wanted the pain to stop.
Taehyung takes the shot of medicine, coughing on the bitter taste while Namjoon shakes out two pills for him.
“Thanks Hyung..” Taehyung sniffles, popping the pills into his mouth and washing them down with water. “I'm sorry if I kept you up..”
“You didn't. I slept fine, don't worry about that..” Namjoon reassures him.“I'll pick you an outfit today. You go shower. It should help your sinuses.” Namjoon orders gently, hearing Taehyung's uneven breathing.
“It's okay I can do it on my own.. I'm worried on what you might choose..” Taehyung tries to sound playful, but a cough takes away any chances of it working.
“Hey, if you don't like my style stop stealing my clothes you punk.” Namjoon plays along, smiling when Taehyung gives him a smile.
“But your jacket is so comfy..” Taehyung retrieves the “borrowed” jacket from the suitcase he never fully unpacked from their last trip, quickly throwing together an outfit of sweats and a plain shirt.
“You can wear it today, but you got to give it back. Okay?”
Taehyung let's out a small hum in response, going to the bathroom where Jungkook was washing his face with Hoseok.
“Good morning Hyungie, did you sleep well?” Jungkook greets him warmly.
“Are you feeling any better Taetae?” Hoseok asks, looking him over. He could see that the red tinge at the rip of his nose and that his face was drained of his usual honey color he had in the summer months.
“yeah, yeah I just got a bit of a cold.. I'll be okay..Namjoonie-hyung got me some medicine already.. I was going to take a hot.. shower to try to clear my sinuses a bit.” Taehyung says suppressing another cough. He tried to sound nonchalant, but both boys could hear him having to pause in-between sentences to breathe.
“You don't sound okay..” Jungkook frets, rubbing the back of Taehyung’s neck, feeling the tension.“I'll get the water ready for you.”
Taehyung strips while Jungkook adjusts the water to be steamy, but to not burn his ailing hyung. “Thanks Kook-ah..”he smiles, undressing to get in the water.
Taehyung is looking really thin. Was he that small last week? Hoseok searches for his phone, looking through his photos, finding the photo he was looking for.
He took a photo of Jimin and Taehyung during the last run bts episode, and Hoseok was right, even with his soaked shirt clinging to his body Taehyung still looked bigger than he did now.
Taehyung got in breathing in the steam to try to ease the congestion, coughing up phlegm as quietly as possible. It feels like there's no end to it..
“Taehyungie don't take too long, you still need time to eat.” Hoseok warns him, his voice thick with worry at the sound of him coughing.
“I'm not really hungry Hyung, I'll eat later.” Taehyung's voice is nearly drowned out by the shower.
“Just try for hyung okay?” Hoseok asks, leaving with Jungkook when Taehyung agrees with a soft ‘okay’.
“what's up Hyung? You look like you're deep in thought.” Jungkook asks while Hoseok leads him go the kitchen to eat.
“Huh? Oh..no. it's nothing. I'm just worried if doing run bts will be too much for Taehyungie.” Hoseok keeps his discovery to himself, not wanting to draw anymore attention to Taehyung.
“I hope it's nothing physically taxing..” Jin agrees, giving a portion of rice to Hoseok and Jungkook.
“He seems to have more energy than yesterday, but his cough sounds worse..” Namjoon looks towards the bathroom, focusing to see if he could hear him coughing.
“It'll be fine, we'll just keep an eye on him. If someone thinks it's too much we'll make him stop. He'll pout but he'll get over it.” Yoongi calms his members with his quick solution.
Taehyung spends a little too long in the shower on purpose to avoid eating. The thought of eating made him feel queasy. The shower helped loosen the mucus, but it only changed his problem from being completely clogged to dripping down his face.
“Are you almost finished Tae?” Namjoon calls from the other side of the door.
“Yes.. sorry Hyung..” Taehyung replies, turning off the water and quickly drying off. “I just need to dry my hair and get dressed..”
“Alright, if you hurry you should be able to get a quick bite before we go.” Namjoon leaves Taehyung to finish getting ready, going to the other members.
“He wasn't asleep just quiet..” he informs the other members, going back to his cup of coffee.
“Maybe the steam and medicine really helped him.” Jimin says with a hopeful expression, but that wasn't the case.
Taehyung has just gotten really good at hiding it.
Taehyung tries to sniffle quietly, the cameras rolling as the seven of them pick teams. The challenge this week was soccer, being in theme with FIFA World Cup since their team made it to the finals.
“I got red.” Jimin says looking at his paper.
“Me to.” Taehyung smiles, hugging onto Jimin.
“Same here..” Yoongi says complaining softly when Taehyung pulls him close. “Agh, Taehyung don't grab me, don't grab me..”
Everyone else got on the blue team, except for Jin who got a purple mark. “Mines..purple?”
“I'll explain it. The matches will be four on four. We got a special guest. We will be doing a quiz to see who will be on the team with a professional player, the loser getting whoever got the purple card..”a staff member explains.
“Ah, that's what this is..wait, i'm a consolation prize?”Jin pouts.
“No, no. You'll be MC for the quiz. It's just the luck of the draw.” the director waves his arms, clearing the confusion.
Just my luck. All seven of us are playing.. I was hoping to be the MC and stay on the sidelines..
Taehyung tried to quietly cough while staff was explaining the rules. It was only a little past noon, but exhaustion was already hitting him hard, pursing his lips together as he yawned.
Namjoon went over to staff, whispering in their ear. “Can we just have our guest with Taehyungie's team? He's not feeling well and think he should have a handicap..”
“We need to do the quiz or the episode will be too short.. I'm sorry.” The director bows apologetically.
“No, no it’s okay. I have another idea..” Namjoon bows, returning to his team.
“What's Namjoon up to?” Jimin watched with curiosity when he sees Namjoon's worried expression and the staff apologizing.
“Probably telling them about Taehyungie.” Yoongi shrugs, watching Namjoon gather his team. Or he's planning to find a way to help Tae..
“I'm okay,it's just a bit of runny nose and cough. No big deal.” Taehyung gives them a smile, but they could still see the pain in his eyes and the congestion in his voice when he spoke.
“Please don't push it, Taetae, it doesn't matter if we win or not.. There's no penalty, just reward, and you're more important than a prize, so take it easy. Okay?” Jimin asks, pressing his palms together as he pleads, knowing how competitive he could get, especially against Jungkook.
“I promise I won't, don't worry o..” Taehyung feels the itch building in his throat, turning away from him covering his face with his arm the coughs he was holding back come all at once.
“Taehyung..” Jimin braces Taehyung when he starts to double over, helping him gently sit in the grass.
Yoongi rushes to get him water, the other four members moving past him towards Taehyung to check on him.
“Taehyung I don't think you-” Namjoon goes to cut him out of the game,but Taehyung shakes his head, spitting out the thick mucus that forced its way out onto the grass.
“I'm fine..I'm fine, I..just choked a bit..” Taehyung says in between deep breaths. “Please Hyung, I want to play..”
Yoongi returns with a water bottle, giving it to Taehyung and a few cough drops.
“It's nice outside today and can just be a goalie. I'll be okay, please.. I don't want to disappoint army..they are always so sad when someone's missing..” Taehyung begs, opening his eyes wider and tilting his head slightly, looking like a pouting puppy.
“Taehyung-ah..” Jin uses a stern tone, softening when he sees Taehyung's face drop, eyes threatening tears. Sh*t, he's at risk of getting worse either way.. he's just going to beat himself up about it if he doesn't play..
Jin sighs, rubbing Taehyung's shoulder. “Fine, you can play until we think you're at your limit, no arguing about it.”
Taehyung lights up again. “Thank you hyung!” He wraps around the oldest member, hugging him. “I'll take it easy. I swear.. I can do this..”
“Don't make me regret this..okay?” Jin hugs him back, rubbing his back.
“I can't wait to play with everyone!” Taehyung ignores Jin's comment, giving a bright smile. I won't let them down..
Jin gets the questions from staff, watching Taehyung closely as they go through the questions. Taehyung whispered an answer to Jimin,clearly avoiding yelling his name to be called on.
“Jimin! False!” He answers confidently, trusting Taehyung despite not knowing if it was the right answer.
“correct!” Jin confirms, quickly getting to the next question. He wanted to get through the episode as quickly as possible, and it was clear the other members felt the same. They fly through the quiz, getting to the last question within ten minutes.
“mid-fielder!” Hoseok yells the wrong answer confidently, even though he knew it wasn't right. The score was tied and he didn't want to win the match. Taehyungie needs a good player so he can rest more..
“Wrong!” Jin tells him, turning to Taehyung's team to answer.
“forward! He's a forward!” Jimin replies excitedly, putting his team at the five points they needed.
“Aiish…” Hoseok pretends to be upset about losing, looking down in defeat. “Sorry..”
“It's okay. It's okay. Seokjinnie-Hyung is pretty athletic too, he can bounce the ball across those wide shoulders.”
“Come join us Seokjinnie-hyung!” Jungkook calls to Jin with open arms. “Join the losing team!”
Jin runs to Jungkook, the two hugging.
“I'm sorry I didn't help answer many questions, I couldn't remember anything about soccer..” Taehyung apologizes, bowing his head.
“Don't worry about it, I only got two answers right out of the five questions I tried answering..”
“Don't worry about it. It's good to rest your voice right now.” Yoongi reassures him. “we won. Be happy.”
“Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm Lee Kang-in..” Their fourth player comes to them and after a brief introduction the game begins.
“Hyung over here!” Jimin calls to Yoongi to pass the ball to him, wanting to keep the ball as far away from the goal where Taehyung was.
Yoongi passes the ball, Jimin running it away from the goal, but Jungkook quickly intercepted it.
Taehyung only had to watch the ball, but he was finding it hard to focus. The sun felt unconfirmed warm against his back, wiping the sweat from his neck despite the fact he hasn't moved much since the game started.
He almost didn't notice the ball flying towards him from Jungkook's powerful kick, trying to brace himself to catch it, but he ends up moving too slow, the ball going straight into his stomach, knocking him into the net.
“Hyung!” Jungkook rushes to the goal, dropping to his knees next to Taehyung. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kicked it that hard. Are you okay?”
Taehyung nods, unable to stop his coughing. He couldn't tell if was from getting hit or if it was from holding them back, but he could hardly breathe.
Jungkook lifts up Taehyung's shirt, tearing up when he sees the red mark on his stomach where the ball hit him. “I need ice! An cold press…something quickly or it'll bruise up!”
“It..it's okay Koo..it.. it was an accident.. don't cry..” Taehyung tries to comfort the younger member between coughs.
Jungkook gently rubs his hand across to try to ease the pain, staff quickly coming to ice the area. “Will he have to go to the doctor? Is it bad?”
The staff member gently presses the reddened area, watching Taehyung's reaction. “How badly does it hurt?”
“It's okay.. really.. just a little bruise.. nothing serious..I just got the wind knocked out when I fell on my back..” Taehyung takes a few deep breaths, the cough dying down again. My head,chest and throat hurt more than anything..
“Don't act tough if it hurts Taehyung-ah, you could get serious injury from getting hit in the abdomen like that..” Yoongi sits next to him, checking himself. Taehyung didn't give any reaction to him pressing the ice pack against him, and Taehyung's breathing quickly slowed again.
“I'm fine hyung. Thanks for worrying though.” Taehyung hugs Yoongi, making the Deagu rapper tense up.
“You're really warm Taehyungie.. you shouldn't be that warm..especially with that cold press against your belly..” Yoongi places a hand on his cheek, feeling the heat coming off of it.
“What? No..no I'm okay.. it's just a little hot.. I just need water and to not stand still roasting in the sun. I just need water..” Taehyung breaks away from Yoongi, making it to his feet to try to prove his point.
“Sit Tae. I'll get it.” Hoseok runs to get him water.
“The score is tied at three.. two more points and someone wins, I'll be fine. It's almost done.” Taehyung reassures his worried brothers, taking a drink of water.“Just let Me finish the episode. Then I'll rest all you want..”
Taehyung got his way with the members, pushing another five minutes for the game to finish.
“We won Taetae! We did it!” Jimin cheers when he shoots the ball past Hoseok's out reached hands.
Taehyung wanted to cheer with Jimin, but he knew if he tried to scream with him he'd only cough again. Instead he opted to run towards his open arms hugging him close. “We won.” He smiles, speaking in a softer tone.
Jimin could feel Taehyung's heart racing much faster than it should, even with him leaving the goalie position to play, but he didn't want to ruin the moment. Taehyung was smiling and that's all that mattered right now.
Jimin went to let Taehyung go, but his soulmate was still clinging to him, only tightening when he tries moving away.
“I'm..I'm dizzy..” Taehyung whispers, closing his eyes to try to ease the feeling. Even with his eyes closed, being completely still, he felt like his body was spinning. He takes deep breaths to try to stay conscious, but they come out as shaky panting.
“Taehyungie..” Jimin strokes the back of Taehyung’s head, trying to keep calm despite his heart rate spiking with worry when he feels Taehyung leaning heavily against him, unsure on if he was panicked or just unable to catch his breath. “It-It's s okay.. it's okay I got you.”
“I'm..I'm okay..i..I just..” Taehyung tries talking,trying to calm Jimin, but the tickle in his throat causes another coughing fit, burying his face in Jimin's shoulder. Sh*t..
Jimin slowly lowers Taehyung to the ground, turning him to lean against his chest, gently rubbing his chest to try to ease the pain for him. “You're really sick, Tae.. my poor baby..”
Taehyung gasps for air in-between coughs, his lungs burning as he desperately tries to fill them with air, squeezing Jimin's hand as the hacking cough continued. “Can..can't…” Can't breathe.. it hurts.. it feels like I'm trying to breathe under water..
“Hold on.. it'll be okay..Hyung will fix it..”
Namjoon quickly runs to the van, getting one of the portable respirators, out of breath himself by the time he returned to Taehyung. He holds it up to the vocalist's mouth, relaxing when Taehyung took a deep breath, followed by another before coughing again. “Breathe for me Taehyung..just take deep breaths..okay..?”
Taehyung nods, panting in-between coughs until they finally stop.“I'm..I'm sorry.. im..I'm okay now..”
“No. You pushed yourself to hard Taehyung-ah.. I knew this was too much for you..” Yoongi hisses, annoyed with himself for not putting a stop to it.
He seemed fine after drinking water and popping in a cough drop. He wasn't coughing.. just a bit breathy and hoarse. He wasn't stumbling when he ran, just a little cautious..
“I'm sorry Yoongi-hyung..” Taehyung apologizes softly, forcing himself to sit up straight again. “I just wanted to-”
“No more excuses Taehyung. You were warned to be careful and you still pushed yourself, lying to us every step of the way when we tried to help you. You need to know when to accept that you can't do something. You'll drag the whole team down with your mistakes. How will you do a tour with a cough like that?” Yoongi sucks in his breath when he hears the harshness in his tone, eyes widening when he looks at Taehyung's expression.
Taehyung tenses, eyes pooling with tears, covering his face with his trembling hands. His stomach churned with guilt, swallowing hard. “I l-let you down?” he sobs, his voice shaking. “I ru.r.u.in..d it..f..f..’ He couldn't get the words to form, his voice turning into a cough that rattled his chest.
“No, no Taehyung I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that..” Yoongi reaches for Taehyung, but the ill vocalist pulls away from him. “Tae…” he whispers, eyes widening. “I'm sorry..”
Why are you sorry? I'm the one who got sick.. who refused to admit it.. I deserve this.. they might cancel the tour because of me..
Taehyung pulls his knees to his chest, burying his face inside them, his breath coming out in short gasps.
“Yoongi leave him alone for now okay?” Jin says with narrowed eyes. Taehyung had always been sensitive, especially when he wasn't feeling well. “he needs to calm down..” How could you lose your patience like that? You were so gentle with him yesterday..
Jimin wraps his arms around Taehyung forcing him to lift his head, wiping his tears away. “hey.. hey don't cry.. it's okay.. he's just worried about you. He's scolding you out of love. Yoongi-hyung isn't mad at you..”
“B-but..i..i..” Taehyung tries talking, but it only makes him start coughing again, leaning into Jimin when another ripple of vertigo crashes over him, making him feel sick to his stomach.
“TaeTae, shh.. don't talk right now.. it's okay..I know..you only wanted to make army happy, but being sick and not taking care of yourself will make them worry..so let's focus on getting you home..”
“the..the..outro?” Taehyung whispers, sniffling to try to make it easier to breathe.
“No baby, we have to get you home. We can film one later.” Jimin tells him softly. “You're more important than the episode. It can wait..”
“Jungkook-Ah, help me get him out..”Namjoon whispers, not wanting to wake Taehyung. He slept through the whole car ride home, coughing in his sleep.
Jungkook puts his hand on Taehyung's cheek to keep him from falling when Namjoon opens his door, moving out from next to the sleeping vocalist.
“Sit him up just enough for me to get my arm across..” Namjoon orders softly.
With Jungkook's help he gets one arm around Taehyung's shoulders and another underneath his legs, slowly pulling him forward. Jungkook follows, not moving his hand until Taehyung's head was able to rest on Namjoon’s chest.
“He's light..” Namjoon frowns, whispering softly as they go inside. “And I'm already sweating.. we need to cool him down.. “
“We don't want to risk waking him. With that cough, it'll be hard for him to fall back to sleep. Don't mess with him until he wakes up, okay?” Jin orders, his heart sinking when Taehyung starts coughing, holding his breath until the coughing dies down again. “He didn't wake.”a mix of concern and relief filled his voice.
“I'll stay with him until he wakes up..” Yoongi speaks for the first time since he tried to apologize to Taehyung. His health dropped so much after I snapped at him.. the doctor almost kept him overnight.. this is partially my fault. This is the least I can do..
“BTS would be better without you. You're nothing but trouble. I knew that the moment I laid eyes on you that you'd never listen.” The Namjoon in Taehyung's dreams looked at him with annoyance, leaving the room.
“You're a big cry baby who just holds everyone back.” Yoongi adds in next. "This is your third time getting sick this month. You can't handle being an idol." He followed Namjoon out.
“You shouldn't sign the contract with everyone else. We'll be evened out, 3 vocalists and three rappers.” Jungkook takes the pen that Taehyung was holding, disappearing out the door.
“BTS is everything to me.. you guys are my family.. I want to stay with you..” Taehyung sobs, covering his face. “I want to stay.. please stay with me Jiminie.."
“Well you're no longer wanted. I'm tired of your mistakes.. I'm tired of having to listen to you whine and cry because you don't know how to handle being an idol. Just quit already.” Jimin says with a cold tone that makes Taehyung's heart shatter.
Taehyung felt something shaking him, pulling him out of the nightmare, tears pooling down his cheeks. He doesn't even take the time to look who It is. He just wanted the comfort of a person.
“Taehyung..it's over now.. it was just a dream. You're okay..” Yoongi speaks softly, stroking Taehyung's soaked hair.
“I..i..I do..don..'t..w.e..wa..ewn..i..st..ay..ay..no..” Taehyung tried to speak, but the words came out as a jumbled high-pitched sob. "I.i..wan.."
“Taehyung-ah, baby.. you need to breathe..I don't know what your saying.. you have to calm down..” Yoongi panicks when Taehyung doesn't respond to his voice, tears still streaming down the vocalist's cheeks, coughing out words that didn't even sound like a real language.
Taehyung clung desperately to Yoongi as if he let go he would leave him just like the one in his dream. His breaths came out as small quick squeaks. “Hy..hy..ng..m..m..s..r..y..” He closes his eyes tightly when he another wave of dizziness crashes over him, leaning into Yoongi.
“Taehyungie..you have to breathe..please..you're going to faint if you don't..Taehyung look at me..” Yoongi uses his finger to push Taehyung's chin upwards so their eyes meet, his chest tightening when he sees the redness in Taehyung's cheeks and the blue tint in his lips. “Taehyung please..” He pleads, eyes shining with tears. I don't know what to do, and the others won't be back for another hour..
Taehyung blinks, trying to get his eyes to focus on Yoongi, unable to process anything except that he was crying, reaching to touch his cheek to confirm he was seeing correctly.
I made him cry.. I made him worry even more.. why can't I do anything right? I am nothing but a burden.. I'm sorry, Yoongi..
Taehyung tried taking deep breaths, but the coughs wouldn't stop. Each attempt was more painful than the last, his sides burning with effort. “Ca..ca..can't..” he whimpered, his stomach lurching. It was too much stress on his body, his muscles searing with pain from his efforts to breathe. “Yoongi..” Taehyung tries to quickly push Yoongi away from him, but Yoongi didn't let him go, coughing up a mix of rice, water and mucus down Yoongi's back.
“Sh*t.. Taehyung..” Yoongi releases him, eyes widening. He wasn't concerned about the mess, only about the ailing vocalist, quickly looking for a bin when he hears him gagging again. He finds a trash can underneath the desk, quickly putting it in Taehyung's lap for the next round of sick.
Yoongi quickly strips off his shirt, holding Taehyung from behind to help support him, having his arm around Taehyung's chest to keep him from falling forward.
Taehyung gagged up another mouthful of thick liquid into the bin, whimpering from the burning in his muscles as they pushed up more.
“I got you baby, it's okay.. it'll be o-over soon.. just try…try to breathe..” Yoongi spoke both to Taehyung and himself, feeling his own heart hammering in his chest almost in sync with Taehyung. He could hear his stammering, cursing himself for letting himself get worked up when Taehyung needed him to be strong, wiping away his tears furiously.
The sickness ends just as quick as it started,hardly having anything in his stomach to throw up. He leans into Yoongi, panting heavily in between coughs. He continued to force himself to take in deep breaths, shivering violently despite the sweat that coated his body. “im..im..sorry.."
"It's no big deal.. it's my fault for not letting go. It's just clothing.." Yoongi tried to keep his voice steady, but he could feel Taehyung's shivering against him.
"I'm..I'm freezing..:
Yoongi didnt need to check with s thermometer to know he had a high fever. He could feel the uncomfortable heat radiating off of the younger member.“You got one h-hell of a f-fever.. you need to go-”
“No! No..I wa..wan..” Taehyung panicks, the memory of his dream still fresh in his mind, struggling to hold back his coughs, failing miserably. I'll get better.. I promise.. please just let me stay..
The door opens to the room, Yoongi's head jerking up towards the sound, letting out a sigh of relief when he sees the other members entering the room.”You're here..” Yoongi sniffles, biting his lip to try to stop new tears from forming. They cut it short to get back sooner..
“Yoongi I think you need a break.. Me and Jimin can take over okay?” Namjoon wipes the tears from Yoongi's cheeks.
“No. No I can't go.. not un.until I kn..know he's okay..” Yoongi shakes his head, but doesn't stop Jimin from pulling Taehyung to him. Jimin can calm down Taehyung better than I can..
“At least go get some water and take a few minutes to breathe..” Namjoon gently pushes him, but Yoongi tenses his body, making himself as heavy as possible. “Hyung..” He's really worked up…what happened while we were gone?
Namjoon didn't ask out loud,not wanting to add more fuel to the fire. "Did you give him any medicine?"
"No, he was too shaken up..I only just..just..now got him to stop hyperventilating.." Yoongi was trying to keep his emotions under control, but his voice still trembled.
“It's okay Hyung. We'll get him better, just try to calm down. You'll get sick too..” Jimin strokes Taehyung's hair. “Poor Taetae.."
“Minnie..” Taehyung clings to his new care taker, only then processing who had him. “I'm so.so..rry. I w..wo..won't cry any..an..more..I won't..”
“What? Taehyungie I don't know what you're talking about. Baby it's okay to cry..” Jimin blinks twice, perplexed about what his soulmate was talking about.
“He..he had a bad dream..” Yoongi explains, taking a deep breath. “It made his fever spike..he was..wasn't breathing, he j..just kept..coughing and when he tried talking..” he trails off, the image of Taehyung’s terrified face flashing through his mind.
Namjoon pulls Yoongi into a hug. “Hey, hey you don't have to talk about it..it's okay. You did your best.” He's hardly breathing, and I can feel his heart pounding. He's just as scared as Taehyung..
“Taehyungie, I promise I'll never be upset with you for crying. You're my best friend..I'll always be here when you need me.. every single one of us will. Don't ever feel like you need to hide your emotions from us.. we're family. We need to stick together..”
Jimin's words started getting through to Taehyung, his heart starting to slow. This..this is the Jimin I know..that one..the one in my dream..
“Taehyung..” Yoongi reaches for his hand, finally finding the words he needed to say, cheeks tinging pink. “I love you.. that's why I got so upset earlier.. I shouldn't have said it like that.. I just..” he sighs. There's no excuse for snapping like that.. I'm supposed to be the older brother..
Taehyung squeezes Yoongi's hand. “I love you too..” He smiles weakly, coughing into his elbow.
“Are you calmed down enough to take some medicine baby?” Jimin asks, brushing the bangs from Taehyung's forehead.
“I don't know..i think I might throw it up..my stomach is in knots..” Taehyung admits softly, his body already growing heavy with exhaustion.
“Will you try for me? If we can't bring your fever down we'll haffgh..” Yoongi stops him from finishing his sentence, covering Namjoon's face with his hand.
“We'll figure it out. I'll try cooling him down with a wet cloth or give him a bath.” Yoongi didn't want to risk a repeat of when he suggested it.
“He's asleep..” Jimin whispers when he feels Taehyung's body grow heavier in his arms. “Aiish, he's like a heated blanket that's up too high..”
“I'll move him then.” Namjoon offers, but Yoongi is already gently moving Taehyung onto the bed.
“I'm going to go get the wash cloth and water..” Yoongi sways when he stands, Namjoon quickly grabbing his arm to steady him. “Woah, careful Hyung.. don't get up so fast.”
“You've been crying. You should drink some water first. I'll go get you some.” Jimin gets up, to get some water, but Yoongi doesn't wait for Jimin to return to go into the kitchen filling a bowl with luke warm water.
“Hyung I said to take it easy..You aren't looking well..”Jimin sighs, passing him the water bottle. His hands are shaking, and he looks so pale.. he really needs to rest..
“Its just a headache from crying. I'll just take some medicine and I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. It's Taehyungie who's suffering.” Yoongi takes a drink of water, then takes the bowl of water and a wash cloth into the bedroom.
It doesn't matter how I bad i feel.. Taehyung is more important..
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Hi!!
15. 😬🎤💬👀😰🤢😵💫🫠🏥😭🤮
(could it be with Taehyung as the sickie and one of the hyung line members as a caretaker? If not that's fine)
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Sick: Taehyung
Caretaker: Seokjin
Tw: vom**, emeto, passing out, mentions of nausea, stomach pain
Word count: 525
Enjoy!!!!! There's a few more to come!!
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Taehyung can only describe what he's feeling as jittery. He's buzzing with discomfort, nerves going straight to his stomach. He watches Namjoon say his speech, thanking army's for the award. The lights on stage are so bright, blinding, and making sweat gather on his forehead.
And then some of the others say a few words and meaningful gratitude. Then it's Taehyung's turn and his hands shake as he holds the microphone in the stand. A hand is placed on his shoulder and he goes autopilot.
A combination of trying not to throw up and trying to stay on your feet is... a struggle. "We are s-so lucky to have Army's support!" Taehyung gives a wobbly smile. To most of the audience it's convincing, but every one of his band mates hear the strain in his voice.
Taehyung walks away from the microphone and they leave the stage, when his stomach lurches Taehyung makes a detour to some hallway backstage. Seokjin's worry gets the best of him and he follows the younger.
"Taehyung-ah? What's the matter?" Seokjin says, calling from behind until Taehyung stops in his tracks. He's got a hand to his stomach, pinched expression on his face. He backs against the wall for support, he can barely make out Seokjin's voice or what's happening around him. "Hyung I-I need to sit down." Taehyung says with urgency, black dots dancing in his vision.
"Here, here. Deep breaths," Seokjin ushers Taehyung to sit on the floor, holding the younger's waist. He's looking deathly pale and judging by the hand to his stomach, he feels horriblely sick too. Taehyung blinks slowly, sweat trailing down his back. "M'gonna pass out.." Taehyung says faintly, body lulling to the side.
"Taehyung-ah!" Seokjin mumbles under his breath, softly letting Taehyung lay on the floor. He then sees a staff running over, "we need the medics," Seokjin worries and franticly, the staff retrieves the paramedic team on stand by. The rest is a blur, Taehyung half wakes up and they transport him into a wheelchair, taking him to their medical room.
"Jin-hyung, what's going on? Is Taehyung okay?" Namjoon asks, the rest of the group behind him. "He's passed out, hang on. Let me check with him." Seokjin has to skim past all the other's questions, quickly making his way to the second youngest, watching him get transferred onto a bed.
"Taehyungie," Seokjin says and grabs one of the younger's hands, holding it securely. "Hyung—I'm g-gonna vomit." Taehyung groans, and one of the paramedics have a sick bag on stand by already. "Can we sit him up?" Seokjin asks, holding the bag under Taehyung's chin as they adjust the bed.
Imidiantly Taehyung pukes a wave of water and bile into the sick bag, everyone in the room bustling around as Seokjin strokes up and down the younger's back. "It's okay, baby," Seokjin whispers close to Taehyung as he starts to cry helplessly. "I feel so sick, h-hyung.." Taehyung sobs, spitting up another round of puke.
"Shh, you're going to be fine. You have all these people helping you." Seokjin comforts, catching the members' gazes through the doorway. He will be fine.
#bts#bts!sickfic#soft-for-yoongi writes#emeto#bangtan#emeto mention#emeto fic#sickfic#vomit mention#sick#taehyung#sick!taehyung#caretaker!seokjin#fainting#tw emeto#emoji sequence#tw vomit#anon ask
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Can I request Taehyung getting carsick and they have to make an urgent stop and he throws up?? You can choose the caretaker(s)!!
I haven't written about car sickness yet I realized! 😅 here is another Taehyung fic (I miss him sm) 💜
Motion sickness
Sickie: Taehyung
Caretakers: Yoongi and Jungkook
TW: emeto
Summary: Taehyung and car rides don't always get along. 🚗
Taehyung has had his fair share of battling motion sickness. It doesn't happen all the time but it can be quite annoying. Even in short car rides his stomach can turn queasy out of nowhere and he has to throw up. Today is one of those unlucky days as Taehyung rides shotgun with Yoongi and Jungkook chills in the backseat.
Taehyung was doing okay one minute and suddenly the feeling creeps up on him. He sits feeling heavy in his seat and drowsiness sets in. His stomach starts to churn and his mouth starts to salivate more. Oh no...
Taehyung can't look out the window. Everything's moving along the road in a blur and it messes with his head and his stomach. Taehyung looks down and it doesn't help at all. His nausea stays and gets worse no matter what he does. He's trapped. He blinks a few times but his senses can't adjust to the surroundings.
Taehyung keeps grunting and making little distressed noises.
"Tae?" Yoongi glances at him "are you getting carsick?"
Taehyung sighs and runs a hand down his face. He going to lose his lunch any minute it feels like. "Urrgh, I think I'm gonna throw up.." Taehyung mutters. His stomach continues to churn and as Yoongi and Jungkook become alert and look for somewhere to stop. To make things worse, they realize they don't have anything to use. "Is there a bag or anything in the back Kook?" Yoongi's trying to sound calm.
Umm...no there's nothing here hyung" Jungkook says worriedly.
Taehyung just sighs in distress, desperately holding his stomach. He can't handle this. He suddenly gags a couple of times and presses a fist to his mouth. His cheeks puff up and his stomach lurches. "Oh my god -- hyung --" he chokes out. He's afraid he's going to puke inside the car and all over his lap.
"Hold on Tae" Yoongi sees an empty parking lot and quickly pulls over just in time. Taehyung swings open the door and immediately spurts out a giant wave on the ground. Yoongi grimaces and looks the other way. Jungkook can't see it but he knows it's bad when he hears the awful splashing sound. Taehyung vomits and coughs with how fast it comes out. His stomach whirling and squeezing out undigested soup onto the ground. There's now a puddle below him and the sight make him more queasy. He pukes up more watery contents.
"Gosh Tae, you poor thing..just let it out" Yoongi rubs his leg.
Taehyung keeps puking until it fades off and his stomach slows down. After spitting one last time, Taehyung finally brings himself up. He's panting and he feels dizzy.
"Hyung, are you okay??" Jungkook worriedly asks, looking at his complexion.
Taehyung just shakes his head. His cheeks puff up again and he leans back over as his stomach pushes up more. He hasn't had it this bad in a long time. His eyes are watering from the efforts.
Yoongi patiently waits until the younger is totally finished before bringing up the car again. "We're almost home, about 7 minutes away with our little detour. How about you sit in the back with Kookie?" The older suggests.
Taehyung nods lightly, wiping his mouth. Jungkook is more than willing to help. Yoongi drives as smooth as he can and Taehyung ends up leaning on Jungkook the rest of the way home.
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Voo, it’s okay, you’re okay
Finally have free time and wanted to revive my account (though though I don’t think I’ve ever been constant enough to say this has ever been a active account lol)
but anyways I found this draft from last year, I think I was going to go in a different direction but I’ve have lately been thinking of Seokjin being the type of caretaker to make things go as smoothly as possible and trying to make throwing up be as calm as possible for the sickie so decided to use this and added a start and a somewhat ending :)
♡ Sickie: Taehyung
♡ Caretaker: Seokjin
♡Warnings: Emeto, food mentions, not really a proper ending,
Enjoy :)
Taehyung thinks he can hear the laughter of both his members and the film crew downstairs below him, but he can’t bring himself to concentrate, as the pressure that’s been building up in his stomach all night has started to bring another feeling alongside the pressure. A clash between a thick nausea and an ache that makes him confused to if his stomach is making him throw up or if his dinner is just sitting, not moving.
You could never tell with his stomach if it actually has a reason to hurt him or if it’s throwing a fit over something it doesn’t like. Maybe dinner had coconut in it? Taehyung swore that he could possibly taste just the tiniest lick of it in his mocktail and his stomach seems to treat foods it doesn’t like as they are some bug, that what ever was inside needed to be removed immediately and even once gone his head will stick be stuck over a bucket for hours or one time even a couple of days just because it was a little too sensitive to let certain Ingredients make it passed the digestion phase.
Taehyung whines again feeling his stomach churn again with a small growl, mean he could just go get one of the hyungs and whine to them his ‘tummy hurts’ and that he wants to be comforted. Yet every time he feels himself about to get up, the thought of interrupting filming for what could be a false alarm crosses his mind or his stomach gives a little grumble in warning, the best he can do to comfort any unease is to pull his pillow tighter to his stomach. It would be nice if at least his body let him fall asleep but every time he feels his eyes start to drift shut his stomach flutters and sends up a small wave of reflux that feels more and more closer to bringing food up with it and he fears the prospect of falling asleep and vomiting in his sleep.
Taehyung doesn’t lift his head at all when he hears the door open, he lets the start of the words ‘I’m just tired’ form but a sudden squeak and dip with the weight of the bed makes his stomach dip with it, and it’s only natural for his body to curl up tighter. He feels nails starts to scratch smoothly from the bottom of his neck all the way over the arch in his back and down to his hips a couple of times before the person speaks up, “You’re not feeling well, Voo.”
Taehyung goes to say something, but his own stomach beats him to it, gurgling softly but still homing a sound of being upset. Seokjin let’s out a half amused laugh before letting his nails rub up Taehyung’s spine to neck and up to his scalp again leading to him brushing Taehyung’s fringe out of his eyes when the said member shifts uncomfortably, so his head is not hidden into the pillow and his eyes are meeting Seokjin’s warm ones. “It’s just a stomachache.” Taehyung’s voice breaks at the end, feeling his entire middle clench in, mouth watering with an uneasy taste spreading throughout the back of his mouth to his throat.
Seokjin makes a small a noise of acknowledgement and continued to run his nails song his back as they sit in silence for a couple of seconds until Taehyung’s stomach rolls again, embarrassing loudly, “Maybe it’s a bit more than that.”
“I know” Seokjin simply says.
Seokjin’s hand slips under Taehyung’s sweater and lands on his waist with his fingers getting closer to his tummy, “Voo do you want me to-“
“Please do” Taehyung cuts him off already knowing what he’s suggesting and feels his Hyung’s hand move onto his stomach, stroking circles around his lower ribs to mid-stomach. He can hear Seokjin make a small noise of sympathy, feeling the bloat in Taehyung’s belly that brings the blush back to his cheeks.
Taehyung’s stomach flips again against Seokjin’s hand with a small low moaning noise, and Taehyung squirms before burping softly. “Tae?”
“I’m okay, I swear.”
“You didn’t say you were fine earlier.”
“No, I said I think It's more than a stomach ache, not that I’m not fine.”
“But it distracted you for a second.”
“Wha-oh” it’s true he wasn’t thinking about his tummy’s churning for a second, long enough to relax his blush at least.
Seokjin smiles at him that it worked, but it doesn’t seem to have a lasting effect as Taehyung’s starts to heavily taste his dinner again with the saliva rushing into his mouth. He squirms in attempt to curl up tighter, but Seokjin’s hand stops him “relax, it’s okay,” he moves his hand back up to Taehyung’s crown and rubs his curls. “We’ll just go to the bathroom and get it over with.”
Taehyung shakes his head, “don’t wanna” then groans at how bad it makes him feel to do that.
“Alright, we can stay in bed and get a bin Voo, don’t even have to get up.” Taehyung really wants to say again he doesn’t want to, but another rumble travels from the pit of his gut and up his chest into a wet burp, and he has no choice to. “…okay.” He begins to sit up but feels a nausea induced head spin and slump a little, holding the pillow even closer to his turbulent tummy. “It’s okay, see you can even continue to hold the pillow, can you sit for a moment for me” Seokjin puts a hand under Taehyung’s head and the other around his chest and helps him sit up and lean against the wall and Taehyung groans in response. His head slumps forward with the urge to vomit making the saliva feel thicker inside his mouth.
“You’re doing great, Tae.” Seokjin quickly but with care, gets off the bed to not make it spring up and reaches for the small trash bin in the room before getting back on the bed and holding it under Taehyung’s mouth who burps softly again and spits up a small mouthful of spit.
“It’s okay, nearly there, just got to get through the hard bit, and you’ll feel better.” Taehyung wants to reply, saying he feels like being sick won’t be enough, but like a pattern, he can’t bring himself to speak. It’s the feeling of his stomach staring to shoot up on the inside and clenching In when it should be sticking out is getting overwhelming, but if he looses his breath he’s worried about choking.
“Taehyung, TaeTae, Voo it’s okay, breath yeah, ready nearly there.” Taehyung doesn’t have a choice, his mouth it’s getting warmer and with a long moan of his stomach it clenches in hard enough to make him gag and his body clearly wants his dinner out. As soon as the gag is finished, he’s already bringing up more than a mouthful worth of hot, semi digested dinner. Taehyung tried to breathe after that, but even more comes out this time and a little out his noise.
“There you go, doing so well, Voo!”
The sounds of Seokjin’s comforting words and Taehyung’s heaves start to blend in, and Taehyung doesn’t even know he’s finished vomiting until Seokjin coos at him and starts to dab around Tae’s mouth.
“There we go Voo, it’s okay, you’re okay” he smiles softly when Taehyung has the courage to finally look up. “There you are,” Seokjin pulls the tissue away, “We will take a minute to catch our breaths, and we’ll go get some water and wash your mouth out okay Voo?”
Taehyung just looks at Seokjin for a couple of seconds and with a small blink he nods.
“Good, you did so good, Tae.”
And he does feel like he did good.
#bts emeto#bts sickfic#sick!taehyung#sick Taehyung#caretaker!seokjin#Care taker Seokjin#bts sick fic
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