#tomorrow x together sickfic
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So, Can i request a TXT Yeonjun emeto Fic? Thanks
I know this request was like... a year ago. And I'm sorry! If you're still around, anon, hopefully this finds you.
Disconnected
Sickie: Yeonjun
Caretaker: Soobin
Content: emeto, stomach aches, nausea, disorientation
Yeonjun felt like he was going to die.
Figuratively speaking, at first. Some amalgamation of anxiety, excitement and probably some sort of exhaustion, if Yeonjun could feel it. They’ve been in the practice room for the greater part of five hours, working and reworking and re-reworking a potential run-through for his solo performance on Studio Choom. It wasn’t for another month, more than enough time to finetune everything once they begin using props and marking the stage’s dynamics. He has time, this is his main agenda outside of preparing for their upcoming tour.
But after dancing for five hours? Yeonjun thinks he’s going to die, quite literally.
He’s got the TXT practice room to himself now, with Kai and Taehyun off with friends and Beomgyu napping at the dorms, and he’s seen Soobin pop up once or twice to drop off water or watch the progress. But outside of the first hour and a half with the choreographer, Yeonjun’s completely alone.
And he’s starting to feel off.
As the music begins once again from the speakers, the choreographer’s moves on the screen resuming from the start, Yeonjun makes his way over to where he’s put his water bottle. And he trips over his own sneaker, almost lands headfirst onto the floor.
“Agh,” he complains to himself. “Feet, come on.”
Is he tired? Is that what it is?
Yeonjun reaches his water bottle and unscrews the cap, wondering why his throat feels kind of tight. Not allergen tight, but an odd feeling, almost restrictive, as if something in his throat is what’s giving him issues. With a deep sigh, he subdues whatever may be bothering his insides in exchange for taking a sip.
And it’s an awful idea. The moment the warmed water passed over his tongue and down his throat, he could already feel it threatening to come back for a return visit.
“Come on, come on,” he mumbles to himself, his fingers gripping the water bottle.
As he takes another seat, he realizes quite quickly what he’s experiencing here—and it’s just… nausea.
His stomach feels unsettled, and the moment the water touched it, it shattered something solid in him. His mouth feels wet already, saliva beginning to pool around his tongue. He swallows roughly to subdue it.
It doesn’t work, anyway.
Immediately, the floor doesn’t seem so solid, and neither does Yeonjun’s resolve. With shaky hands, Yeonjun swallows again, and thus begins the internal monologue of: don’t throw up – don’t throw up – don’t throw up–
And it doesn’t work. His stomach immediately summersaults and he barely has time to put the water bottle on the counter before he rushes to the small trash can, hunching over. It’s barely two feet from the ground, but it helps. He gives the toilet a rough spit, but it doesn’t do anything.
Immediately, Yeonjun is angry. After all these hours of working to get this done and his timing has to be the worst. He doesn’t have time. This is a non-issue.
And his stomach seizes up again. A cramp the size of a tsunami waves across him and cause him to curl down further, bringing the tall member to hover barely over the can. He doesn’t have time to focus on another wave of cramps before he just feels it come pouring upward. Warm, thick, and full of chunks, and it reeks. It felt like undigested breakfast, warm tea and cold rice working its way into the trash can at an alarming rate. Yeonjun feels shaky, so he places his hands on his knees to brace himself as another mouthful rips its way up. The noise he makes is inhumane, annoyed by how his stomach hurts, his his back is throbbing, how he has to deal with all of this in the first place. He didn’t make these plans, for sure; he wanted to be done, go home.
He coughs up another heavy mouthful, breath heaving with each effort. He hurts, aches, and he’s not getting any relief as his body continues to expel everything his stomach may have contained over the past week. Barely another cough in, a hard spit, and he’s back to coughing up bile and stomach acid once he feels himself running empty.
He feels woozy. His vision spins for a moment, and the sound of the choreographer from the speaker goes almost silent for a solid few seconds. Yeonjun’s vision blurs, then returns as another cramp seizes him. Another mouthful. He’s so shaky, he can feel himself almost willing his knees to keep him up while he spits another mouthful.
And after a moment, it stops. He’s spent, exhausted, and he crumples almost immediately to kneeling on the ground. Without a napkin and with no strength to get a tissue from the box on the side table, he merely uses the back of his hand to wipe at his mouth and spits another rough mouthful into the trash can.
“God… that fucking hurt,” he mumbles to himself.
The choreographer’s voice is too loud. The speaker is a little ways away, the remote nearby, but Yeonjun can’t bring himself to make it over there. His head feels too disjointed, almost feeling far too faint. And hot, everything feels so overwhelmingly hot. Sweat plasters his shirt to his back, and the air in the room isn’t cool enough to combat how his temperature must have spiked.
Tilting over, he merely lays down on the floor and pulls his phone from his pocket. When he opens the screen, the bright light brings the nausea back so he turns it back off. Just a few minutes, he tells himself. He’ll just wait, rest a moment, he should start feeling better in a few minutes. His eyes close.
~*~
Yeonjun isn’t sure when he fell asleep or what happened, but he awakens to Soobin’s voice on the phone and a hand gently stroking his hair. He groans, only to hear Soobin’s deeper voice hushing him softly.
“It’s okay, hyung. It’s okay, you’re okay.’
Yeonjun, strangely, believes him. A brief chill runs down his spine, but when he curls in more, he can feel the heat of Soobin’s thigh underneath his head, and the comfort of a thick sweatshirt draped over him. He just pulls his hands into the fabric more. It’s oddly very comfortable here, and with Soobin’s long fingers combing through his long locks, he almost begins to drift off again.
As he settles, he hears Soobin’s voice begin again. He must be talking to someone; Yeonjun’s vision is blurred and teary when he tries to look up, so he gives up quickly and closes his eyes. “Yeah, he just woke up for a moment. Mhmm… he hasn’t since I’ve been here, but he’s not mumbling anymore.” A pause. “Yeah, I’ll wait here.” And then: “Yeonjunie?”
“Mm?” Yeonjun mumbles in acknowledgement. He tilts his face but doesn’t open his eyes.
“Think you’re awake enough to tell me what happened?” The request isn’t unkind and Soobin’s keeping his voice low, almost as if he senses Yeonjun’s growing headache. His fingertips rake along Yeonjun’s scalp and it’s so gentle and comforting that it almost lulls him back to sleep.
“Yeonjunie?”
“’M up…” Yeonjun grumbles. His mouth feels full of cotton. It takes him another moment before he just sighs. “Dunno… tired.”
“I know… were you feeling sick all day?”
That receives a grunt and the smallest of head shakes. Yeonjun doesn’t think he felt terrible all day; actually, things were going well for the first few hours, he’s sure. Soobin doesn’t push him further, but he does pause in his hair rubbing to place a hand on Yeonjun’s forehead. Yeonjun whines, trying to tilt his scalp back to Soobin’s hand, and it gets a small chuckle from the young man as he returns his head to scratching his scalp.
“Yeonjunie?” the older one hears again, but with a soft groan, he merely pushes his head back into the sweatshirt and falls asleep again.
~*~
When he wakes up again, he’s once again struck with an overwhelming urge to vomit. He pushes himself upright, eyes opening to bright white lights, and the nausea rushes to turn his stomach inside out. And immediately there’s a hand on his shoulder, leaning him forward. He can briefly feel a bucket in his hands before he sticks his face inward and gags. But only a stringy mouthful of water and spit and bile escape him. He groans, but it turns into a gag and he manages to cough up a little more bile. With a strained cough, he spits, and feels the edge of a cup placed on his lips.
“Take a mouthful and try to rinse,” Soobin’s voice cuts in softly.
It’s commanding enough but gentle at the same time; even when speaking like authority, Soobin’s voice is always so soothing. He truly is a fantastic leader. Yeonjun just does as he’s told, taking in a sip and relishing in the sensation of cold water on his tongue before he feels something gritty and slimy in his mouth. It’s almost enough to make him gag again, but he shuts his mouth to try and avoid thinking about what it actually is and just spits the water into the bowl. He rinses a second time, before Soobin tells him to just sip slowly.
“What—” but it takes Yeonjun a moment. He still feels dizzy, he thinks; not really any pain, but he doesn’t feel very secure sitting up. His head leans forward, and a gentle hand directs him to a shoulder. Judging by the scent from earlier, it’s Soobin again. “What… did I miss?”
Soobin sighs softly, and brings the cup back to his lips. “Another sip. Yeonjunie-hyung, you’re sick, you know.”
With that, Yeonjun just groans. He doesn’t have the time, but he guesses his body made sure he did.
“Your fever’s going down, though… But this is the third time you’ve thrown up in here. The hospital’s going to keep you to get you hydrated again.”
It is? Yeonjun doesn’t even recall throwing up in here, much less being brought in here at all. That gets him to raise his head, eyes open to face Soobin. As they make eye contact, their leader smiles, relief showing in his eyes. “Feeling more awake? You’ve been out of it for the better part of three hours.”
“What happened?” he mumbles.
Apparently, as Soobin explains, Yeonjun answered his call. When he hadn’t come back for the two to leave or answered his texts, Soobin had called his phone and, half-asleep, he answered and mumbled about his stomach hurting. Soobin pieced his location together by the choreographer’s voice in the background and found him. A medical check in the practice room, a trip to the hospital in the van, blood work, and vomiting three times while asking the same question was what led them to that moment.
But he was lucid now. His skin, albeit pale, was slowly regaining its honey soft color. And he’s being held overnight, IV pushing Tylenol and saline through his veins to keep him hydrated.
With a groan, he merely puts his head back on Soobin’s shoulder, which gets a laugh from the younger leader. “Thanks, man.”
“For what, taking care of you?”
That elicits a small nod while Yeonjun closes his eyes. He’s exhausted, even though he’s been sleeping on and off this whole time.
“You don’t even have to ask, Yeonjunie. I’ll always take care of you.”
#txt sickfic#txt whump#sick!yeonjun#caretaker!soobin#!emeto#!fever#!fainting#whit writes#tomorrow x together sickfic
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Can I make a New Year’s request? Maybe something like Beomgyu getting sick with a fever right before New Year’s even though they had plans but they hyungs agree to home to take care of him so he’s not alone
(because i am not korean, i cannot accurately describe their new years traditions. so for the sake of the fic and the other new years fics to come, they will celebrate with american traditions.)
December 31, aka New Year’s eve. A day filled with celebrations and champagne. But this year, it will be celebrated with sleep and tylenol, because Beomgyu is running a fever. He’s sure of it. From the moment he woke up to turn down the temperature on the thermostat to find it was already at 70 degrees, he knew he was sick. Bummer. And on New Year’s Eve? How lame. He contemplated telling his members. On the one hand, they don’t have work anyway. But also, the group had been looking forward to attending the company’s New Year’s eve party. He decided they didn’t have to know. Besides, his fever is probably not even that high. If he can ignore the chills, hot flashes, fatigue, sweat dripping down his forehead and aches through his whole body, he’ll be fine. No biggy.
He popped a slice of toast into the toaster. He debated just going back to bed, but he didn’t want to be suspicious. He’s usually the early riser of the group, and now that the rest of the members are stumbling into the kitchen, it’s too late to go back.
Taehyun took one look at Beomgyu, and knew he was sick. The paleness of his face streaked with hot pink cheeks made it oh so apparent the he had quite a fever.
“Soobin, can you come here?” He hollered through the halls. Soobin, still rubbing sleep from his eyes followed the voice to the kitchen, stopping in the doorframe, “What is it-“,
“Shit Gyu, are you sick?”he interrupted himself upon the sight of his obviously sick dongsaeng.
“I- Uh..well…” he murmured, shocked that his members had been able to tell so easily. He felt a strong hand pressing on his forehead.
“Oh my god Beomgyu, you’re on fire! Not that I’m surprised, you look like you just ran a marathon!” Soobin exclaimed as he removed his hand which was now ever so slightly moist with forehead sweat. He turned to grab the thermometer only for Taehyun to shove it into his hands having already grabbed it. He poked it into Beongyu’s ears, and waited for the beep.
Soobin’s eyes widened when the beep finally came, the thermometer read 102.9 degrees. “Yup, that’s definitely a fever. Go back to bed, I’ll bring in some water and some medicine.”
Beomgyu didn’t hesitate to get back under the warmth of his comforter.
By now, Yeonjun and Huening Kai had woken up too, and filled in on the situation. Meanwhile, Beomgyu was sound asleep in his bed room. After hours of him sleeping, Yeonjun went in to check on him. Upon entering the room, he was hit by the unmistakable stench of sweat. He tried not to let it show on his face as he tried not to breathe through his nose.
“Gyu, can you wake up for just a minute so I can take your temperature again?”
Beomgyu made a noise of approval, and without opening his eyes even a crack, he turned over to let Yeonjun insert the thermometer. When the beep came this time, it was found that his temperature had only climbed to 103.3. “Oh god Beomgyu, if this gets any higher it could be dangerous. And it doesn’t seem like the medicine is working much.”
Beomgyu groaned, still refusing to peel open his eye lids. Yeonjun left the room, and Beomgyu hoped that he would stop pestering him about it, but returned moments later with a wet washcloth. He felt the cold relief on hushed forehead. The cool didn’t last that long as the heat radiating of his face easily warmed the washcloth.
“Okay. I’m gonna come back in to check again in an hour alright?”
Beomgyu was practically asleep already before Yeonjun even finished his sentence.
When Yeonjun came back, he felt bad waking the sleeping boy once again, especially when he looked so adorable when sleeping. He tried to wiggle the thermometer into the boys ears without waking him, barely making it in. In the process, he was disgusted when he felt how the sheets were almost completely soaked in sweat. The thermometer beeped and read 103.7. Yeonjun was flabbergasted at the fever’s ability to continue to grow.
“Beomgyu? Do you think you can take a cool bath or something? Your fever is still rising and we have to get it down.”
He said to the still half asleep Beomgyu.
“But I’m already so cold..” He whined.
“The thermometer says other wise. Sorry. Unless you have a better idea? And while you’re in there I’ll wash your sheets, they’re getting kinda….gross.”
Beomgyu sighed, finally sitting up in his bed. His body ached, longing to lay back down, but he knew it was for the best. He glanced at the clock next tom him on his bed side table, reading the time. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the party??”
“Oh- nah. I don’t think we’re going.”
“Is it because of me? I don’t want to ruin New Year’s” Yeonjun could see Beomgyu’s expression become ridden with guilt.
“Maybe a little. But it’s okay really. It’s the same party every year anyway, nothing we haven’t seen before.”
“Are you sure? You guys can go, I can hold my own.”
“Not like this you can’t. Your fever is crazy. Besides, it will be nice spending New Years in a more relaxed fashion this year.”
Beomgyu accepted that his members would stay to take care of him, and stood to head off to take his bath. He immediately had to sit back down as dizziness washed over him. Yeonjun looked at him with a great deal of concern.
“Just.. dizzy.”
Yeonjun held his hand to hoist him back up and helped him off to the bathroom. Once we was settled in the bath for a bit, Yeonjun went off to throw Beomgyu’s bedding into the wash.
By the time Beomgyu was done in the bath, the sheets were only just switching to the dryer.
“How bout you bring your pillow and grab one of those christmas blankets and lay on the couch for a bit, while your bedding is in the dryer atleast.”
Beomgyu didn’t care wear he was sleeping as long as he was sleeping. He wrapped himself in a blanket and hobbled to the couch. Kai was already sitting there, scrolling on instagram. He looked up and smiled at the boy burrito in front of him, scooting over to make a place for him. He gratefully layed down across the cushions, his feet hanging off the edge ever so slightly. Kai scooted Beomgyu’s head into his lap and ran his fingers through his wet hair. They stayed like that for the next couple of hours, waiting to bring in the new year. The rest of the group started to file into the room as the clock ticked closer to midnight. They didn’t have any champagne laying around so they poured some ginger ale, close enough. They tried to stay as quiet as they could as to not wake the sleeping Beomgyu beside them.
“ten… nine…. eight…. seven….”They whispered, “six…. five…. four…. three…. two…. one.”
“HAPPY NEW YEARS!!” they said, maybe a bit too loudly.
“Shhhh!” Soobin hissed.
They go quiet. But it’s still not silent, as fireworks have started to burst outside the window. Beomgyu started to stir, his hands instinctively moving to his ears. Kai, being the closest person to Beomgyu, noticed tears rolling down his face, probably the fever messing with his emotions.
“Guy, what’s the matter?”
“The fireworks hurt my head.”
“Aw, I’m sorry. I’m sure they’ll be over soon?” he tried. But it was not helpful to calm the crying boy.
Taehyun shot up from his seat, dashing to his room, returning with his soundproof headphones in hand. He swiftly maneuvered them over Beomgyu’s ears.
“Better?”
No response.
“Guess they must be working.”Yeonjun giggled.
“Well, that’s one way to start off the new year.” Taehyun teased.
#txt sickfic#tomorrow x together sickfic#mini sickfic#kpop sickfic#fever#hueningkai#txt#sickday#happy new year
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OMG this is like sickfic, I can't believe gyu told us a story when he actually was sick poor baby :(
Soobin is so caretaker coded 🥺
#tomorrow x together#txt#txt sickfic#choi beomgyu#sick beomgyu#he was actually sick on this one#choi soobin
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Hi i would like to request a beomgyu fic where he caught a cold but still managed to get rained on and he just couldn't get warm so the members are all taking care of him
Here it is, hope you enjoy
Cuddle Pile
Beomgyu has been sick for three days at this point. He had spent his week-long break hanging out with his family, and went to a family reunion. Unfortunately for him, a couple of his younger relatives had had a cold and he caught said cold from them. He hadn’t started showing any symptoms until the day after the group’s break ended. Since then he’s been fairly sniffly and congested, with a lot of coughing. He never developed a fever, so there wasn’t really a reason for him not to work. The near constant coughing was just a nuisance.
However this morning was a little bit different. Beomgyu was still in bed with Soobin standing over him, holding a thermometer. The leader sighed before he spoke.
"No work for you today Gyu. You have a fever. 38.3." Beomgyu groaned before coughing harshly into his fist.
"Well that's just great." The younger said just as Taehyun came in with the cold medicine. Yeonjun was trailing behind him, carrying a tray with Beomgyu's breakfast.
"Look on the bright side, Gyu. You've been complaining about how exhausting it's been to be coughing all day along with vocal and dance practice. Now you only have to worry about the coughing." The eldest grinned and swiftly dodged the pillow that was thrown at him before placing the food tray on Beomgyu's bed.
It wasn't much longer before the four healthy members had to leave for the company building, leaving Beomgyu home alone. He finished eating his breakfast and got up to take the tray to the kitchen. He then decided to go to the living room to watch a movie he'd been meaning to watch for a while.
A couple hours later, it started raining rather hard, and Beomgyu was able to hear the rain as it pattered against the window. The sound of the rain plus the fever he was sporting eventually lulled the sick member into sleep. Beomgyu slept for a good hour, until a loud clap of thunder startled him awake.
Unfortunately, while the thunder woke Beomgyu up, he hadn’t actually woken up. He groggily stood up from the couch and went to the bathroom. As he was in the bathroom, another clap of thunder could be heard.
"I'll be out in a minute, hyung." Beomgyu called before quickly finishing up and leaving the bathroom.
Beomgyu was one hundred percent operating on autopilot while he got ready for the day. Due to the fever induced brain fog and his still half asleep state, Beomgyu didn't realize that none of his members were in the dorm. Nor did he realize that it was still pouring outside. As Beomgyu left the dorm to leave for his schedule, he made sure to lock the door behind him.
"Ugh, why isn't the van here? Manager-nim should be here by now." Beomgyu said to absolutely no one. He decided to walk closer to the street to see if he could potentially see the car coming down the street. This of course, caused him to go from the cover the dorm’s awning provided to getting full on rained on.
The act of getting rained on is what finally brought Beomgyu to some level of being coherent and awake. Whether it’s because he’s suddenly getting really wet, or the rain is lowering his temperature, it doesn’t really matter. What Beomgyu does know is that he is now very wet.
The sick member turned around to go back inside to change his clothes and get warm. Unfortunately, he hadn’t grabbed an umbrella, nor had he grabbed a rain coat, so his clothes had gotten drenched in the time he had been outside. Even more unfortunately, when Beomgyu tried to open the door, he found that it was locked. And as if Beomgyu had somehow summoned Murphy’s law to be enacted, it didn’t take him much longer to figure out that he didn’t have his keys. Or his phone. Apparently, he had grabbed the one pair of pants he owns that doesn’t have pockets, and the fevered brain fog didn’t allow him to think of grabbing the items he now needed if wanted to get into the dorm or contact a manager or one of his members. Beomgyu was stuck outside.
After one more futile attempt to open the door to the dorm, Beomgyu sat down on the cement, clothes soaking wet. He was beginning to shiver. Because he didn’t have his phone, he also didn’t actually have any idea as to what the current time is. The rain and dark cloud cover gave the sick man absolutely no help in trying to determine whether it was afternoon, evening, or night. Beomgyu coughed harshly, but didn’t do anything to cover. It’s not like there was anyone in the vicinity to potentially catch his germs anyway.
A couple minutes later, his nose started running. Normally since he's not in the dorm, he'd be using a tissue. But he has no tissues. Beomgyu pulled his jacket sleeves over his hands enough that he could blow his nose into that.
"Fuck. I don't feel good." Beomgyu said as he did his best to curl into a ball. His teeth begin to chatter from being cold. He sniffled and wiped the wetness from his philtrum, but he honestly wasn't sure if it was rain water or his own snot.
Some time later (it was only like half an hour, but no one knows this), a van pulled into the driveway. Beomgyu raised his hand in front of his face to block the headlights from shining into his eyes. Next thing he knows, the car doors are slamming shut and there are four bodies running in his direction."
"Beomgyu, what the hell are you doing out here? You should be in bed." Beomgyu recognized the voice as Yeonjun.
"I don't have my keys." Beomgyu coughed before getting wrapped in a hug.
"Geez hyung, you're soaked and freezing. Let's get you inside and warmed up." Kai said. The front door was quickly opened and Beomgyu was ushered inside. One of the members ran ahead to get a hot bath running.
Soobin and Yeonjun worked in tandem to get Beomgyu into a warm bath. Since they weren’t actually sure how long Beomgyu had been outside, they decided to run a warm bath instead of a hot bath. Taehyun had gone to the kitchen to make some tea and soup for his sick hyung. Meanwhile, Kai had dug around Yeonjun’s closet for his warmest pants and sweater, because, in the maknae’s opinion, the oldest had a tendency to buy super comfy clothes.
After half an hour in the bath, Beomgyu was dressed in warm comfy clothes and seated on the couch. Taehyun brought over the soup. Beomgyu gratefully took the bowl and slowly began to consume small spoonfuls of the hot soup.
“Thanks guys.” Beomgyu sniffled. He briefly put the bowl of soup down so he could blow his nose.
“So Gyu,” Yeonjun began. “Why were you outside anyway?” Beomgyu shrugged in response as he put some more soup in his mouth.
“I don’t really know hyung. I fell asleep earlier, and I think the storm woke me up. Everything’s kind of fuzzy and I somehow wound up outside without my keys or phone.” The room fell silent as the others tried unsuccessfully to fill in the missing pieces. Over the next couple of minutes, Beomgyu continued to eat as the others sat in silence.
Eventually, the silence was broken by Soobin turning on a movie. All five members gathered in the living room with Soobin and Yeonjun sitting on the couch on either side of Beomgyu. Taehyun and Kai were sitting on the floor.
About five minutes later, Beomgyu finished his soup. Roughly five minutes after that, the sick man began to shiver slightly. “Hyung,” Soobin said. “Gyu is shivering, do you think he has hypothermia?” The leader asked with concern in his voice. Kai paused the movie and everyone looked at Beomgyu, who had curled up against Soobin.
Yeonjun frowned and got up, returning a few seconds later with three thermometers. One oral, one ear, and one forehead. At one point the group hadn’t owned any thermometers, and individually three of them had decided to purchase one. This resulted in them owning one of each. Yeonjun frowned as he took Beomgyu’s temperature three times.
“No. He’s just got a fever.” The eldest showed the readings to the others. Kai grabbed a kind of thin throw blanket they own and threw it over Beomgyu. Taehyun pulled the coffee table away from the couch, so the ottomans could be moved closer. Soon, the fen essentially had Beomgyu in the center of a cuddle pile.
“Mmmh, thanks guys.” Beomgyu seemed to mumble in contentment before drifting off to sleep.
“I think I’m going to have our manager rework our schedules so that at least one of us can stay home with Gyu until he’s better.” Soobin said. The other three members agreed. It had honestly been very concerning to see Beomgyu sitting just under the awning of their apartment building soaking wet.
The four members continued to watch the movie that was playing while Beomgyu slept. When the sick member woke up an hour and a half later, Kai made sure to get some cold/flu meds into his hyung.
Even though Beomgyu had stopped shivering and was now awake, the group continued to sit in the cuddle pile. “You know we’re all probably going to get sick now right?” Taehyun asked, only to get shushed in response by one of the others.
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*pat pat pat*
How cute is thiss 🥹🥹🥹🥹 I was so disappointed when I saw this video didn't have any English subtitles 🥲 the video is called "follow only Soobin like a glue!" But omg, Kai patting Soobin's tummy—oml 🫶 I'm melting
Anyways I just thought I should share this because Huening Kai and Soobin are amazing 🤪
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I would like to know if you can write a fic about TXT, specifically Taehyun because I see very little to almost nothing of him :(
Maybe with Taehyun with a stomach virus that makes him very sensitive and weakened so he needs the guys care.It may start with Taehyun who starts out developing a fever and stomach pain so he communicates to his members that he is not feeling very well and will stay home so the other guys go to practice without him.
But throughout the day Tae feels much worse and his fever spikes to the degree that he is unaware of his environment so he ends up getting sick in his room (vomiting) and doesn't have the energy to call his hyungs so when they arrive they find Taehyun in bad shape and proceed to take care of him even though he keeps getting sick and his fever makes him sensitive.
Lots of fluff please 🥹.
Hello, dear anon!
I've never written for TXT, even though I know them. I don't know if I can consider myself a MOA but I really like TXT 😊
It may take a while but I'll write it!
💜
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do I post the taehyun sickfic or the beomgyu… thing first
#lina talks#nas#tomorrow x together#the beomgyu thing is just like a short dialogue I’m not too into it I like the sickfic more#but like. idk
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Let me take care of you.
PAIRING: han jisung x reader
TAGS: sickfic, idol!han, established relationship.
WORD COUNT: 1927
PROMPT: "and just when were you going to tell me about your [injury/illness]?" You're sick and Jisung is worried -- That's the plot.
warnings: mentions of being sick (reader has a cold). Let me know if I missed a warning.
author's note: i don't know where this came from. I had something very different planned for today's post but this came to me in a vision and now i can only think of jisung taking care of his s/o, he's so baby and he's probably so good at taking care of people !!!!! i just wanna be in between his arms !! being cared for !!!
Okay, here’s the thing: you knew you were getting kinda sick. You knew from the way your body ached when you first woke up, from the sore throat and from the general feeling of being unwell. However, you decided it was not a big deal, and that was obviously your first mistake.
It was Jisung’s kind-of-free day, which meant he only had to go to the studio with 3RACHA to work on “some stuff”, as he put it himself, refusing to elaborate claiming that it was a surprise. You knew they were probably working on music for the next comeback even when this one wasn’t even out yet, and that’s why Jisung wouldn’t come clean, wanting to avoid your reprimanding from overworking themselves when they finally have some free time from the studio, only having to comply with the schedules related to the comeback.
On these days, he was usually only busy for a few hours before they got distracted with something random and therefore decided to call it quits, going home and relaxing for a few hours before moving onto the next scheduled activity. Today, Jisung didn’t have any of those, only going to the studio and then straight back home. You didn’t want to ruin what little time together you were getting these days, and you weren’t actually sick yet, so it wasn’t anything you should worry about.
You woke up alone, the other side of the bed unmade from when Hanji woke up, earlier, and went to the gym before the studio. He spent most nights with you, cuddling to make up for the time you weren’t capable of being together due to busy schedules and responsibilities. Everything ached, and the only thing you wanted to do was cover yourself with the sheets and sleep some more. But, you couldn’t do that. You needed to take a shower, clean up a bit, and force yourself to feel better. “Just for today, tomorrow we can be sick,” you told your body as you got out of bed, frowning and closing your eyes when the light coming through the window was quick to cause you a headache.
Shower first, you decided, going for the warm water and hoping it’d help with the pain on your body. It did, luckily. You then brushed your teeth, noticing on the mirror that the bags under your eyes were darker and more noticeable. Yes, you were obviously getting sick. Tomorrow. You were getting sick tomorrow, because today you had to spend the day with Jisung and cuddle with him watching Ghibli movies, it was a need.
After breakfast, you took some ibuprofen and sent Jisung a quick text.
“good morning, baby. hope everything’s going well at the studio, missing you already :)”
Putting your phone down after that, you set out to clean up the apartment, taking more ibuprofen whenever your body was being inconvenient to you.
“hello cutie, we’re actually wrapping up for the day!! going home in 30, love you.” You read the text when ten minutes had already passed since it was received. With a smile on your face, you sent a quick reply, knowing it wasn’t necessary given that he was already coming home, but also knowing that he would sulk if you didn’t reply to his “love you”.
“love you too<3 will be waiting with the popcorn ready.”
Making good on your promise, you started making popcorn and conditioning the living room for
Making good on your promise, you started making popcorn and setting up the living room for your movie plans, bringing all the blankets you could find (which was not actually necessary, but you were starting to feel cold so you thought it’d be better to have those around) and the pillows from your bed.
As you were placing the popcorn on the table with some juice, the door opened, and in came the squirrel-looking boy that was able to put a smile on your face instantaneously, even when you were feeling so ill.
“Hello, my love!” you said, dramatically, bringing a hand to your own chest as if to hold your heart. “I thought you’d never make it, I was left missing you for too long!”
He smiled with that heart-shaped smile that made your heart do spins. You felt dizzy just by looking at him (okay, maybe that was the cold you probably had, but you decided to convince yourself it was Jisung’s fault). “My lady, I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting, shall we begin with our plans?”
You giggled, skipping towards him to give him a kiss on the cheek and drag him to the couch that was currently surrounded by blankets. You chose one and threw it over both of you, getting comfortable in between your boyfriend’s arms with the remote in hand.
Halfway through the first Ghibli movie of the night, you began sneezing.
“’m sorry” you mumbled, getting up to grab some tissues and noticing you felt much more sick than in the morning.
You should tell Jisung, you knew that. But he’d worry, and you didn’t want to cut your night together short.
So, you didn’t. You grabbed the tissues and got back into his arms, kissing his hands when they were in front of you. Jisung freezed when you did that, and you frowned — it was a common gesture between the two of you, why was he reacting like that?
His hand went quickly to your forehead.
Oh, that.
Jisung gasped.
“Baby, you’re burning up.”
He sounded worried, and you sighed.
“I know.” You said. You didn’t actually know you had a fever, but you didn’t want him to make a fuss. You wanted to watch movies together, and cuddle, and sleep. And okay, maybe you had a headache and that had made you grumpy, which was something that always happened when you were sick so Jisung was used by now to your complaints about his caring.
However, despite knowing you always reacted badly to feeling unwell, that comment had made him frown, looking at you while his hand was still on your forehead.
“You knew?” he repeated, clearly agravated by what you had just told him. “And when exactly were you planning on telling me? When you collapsed in the hallway or while I was being forced to bring you to the hospital?”
He was being dramatic, of course, but the sincerity in his worry and his concern made your heart soften a little, so you directed your eyes to the floor, blinking to try and ease the headache that had formed from looking at the screen for too long.
“I didn’t wanna worry you” you mumbled, voice soft and shy. He melted a little at that, his anger dissapearing almost as quick as it had made his way forth.
“Baby, you need someone to take care of you when you’re feeling like this. We could’ve just cuddled in bed so you were more comfortable, and I could’ve been checking on your temperature and your medicine. What hurts?” he asked, giving a little kiss to your forehead before letting his hold around you loosen, clearly having plans of getting up.
You whined at the lost of his warmth against your back, your eyes filling up with unwanted tears at the cold and the loneliness you suddenly felt.
“Hannie…” you cried out, looking up at him, who looked almost bewildered. When he met your eyes, a pout formed in his face. He extended his arms towards you, now standing in front of the couch, and hugged you so you could attach yourself to him like a koala would to a tree. Your hold was weak, so he made sure to keep you safe with one hand on your back while he wrapped a blanket around you as if you were a baby. You knew the plan was to get you to your shared bed so you could cuddle more comfortably and drift off to sleep when you needed it. Problem was: you had needed it for about 15 minutes by now, so hiding your face in his neck and letting his warmth envelop you, you were quick to fall asleep against him, not minding his movements or the sounds around you.
You woke up when it was already dark outside. A wet cloth was on your forehead and you were now in bed, your boyfriend’s hand on your waist and Ponyo playing in the background. You looked to your bedside table and found a water bottle and some pills that you knew you didn’t have in your house. You knew Jisung never wanted to leave your side when you were sick, no matter that you were asleep, so you were sure he had those delivered or asked one of the boys to pick them up for him.
You turned around, letting the wet cloth fall off so as to hide your face in his chest. You felt better after sleeping, and you were sure your fever had subsided because you no longer felt cold, but your throat was still sore and your eyes still stung with the light.
At your movement, Han directed all his attention towards you, kissing your forehead and tightening his hold on your waist.
“Hello, sleepyhead. You need to take some medicine, I asked Chan-hyung to bring it here because all you had was some ibuprofen, and you were running out of it. How are you feeling?” he asked, his free hand caressing your hair and making you feel a lot more relaxed, even when your back still ached and your throat hurt.
“I’m okay,” you settled for, your voice coming out raspy and probably revealing what you were hiding. He chuckled, and you knew he knew what you just said was a lie, so you sighed. “I’m feeling a lot better, but my throat still hurts and my body aches. It’s probably just a cold.” You mumbled the last part against his chest, a subtle way of saying: there’s no need to worry this much.
He nodded, which you knew because you felt his head moving above yours. “Probably. Please, take some medicine so you can feel better faster.”
You did as he asked, taking the pill he was offering you and drinking from the water bottle he had uncapped and handed to you. You smiled at him in thanks, after wincing from the bitter taste of the pill.
“Sorry for ruining or movie date.” Your eyes were sad and he knew you were sincerely sorry. A pout formed on your lips as you thought of when you would be able to have the next one, knowing it’d be difficult to plan out given that the comeback was so close.
“You didn’t ruin anything, baby,” he said, equally as sincere. “It’s not your fault you got sick, and I don’t mind taking care of you — I really like it, actually. Plus, I got to watch the movies while watching you sleep, so… I really don’t mind. I just want you to be okay so we can have more movie dates.”
You blushed at his words, feeling soft and just wanting to kiss him — you both knew you should not do that, for he couldn’t get sick now because he had a lot of presentations and performances to do. You pouted.
“This is so unfair, I want to kiss you so badly,” you complained, and he laughed, kissing your cheek.
“I know, baby, me too. So, take your medicine so I can get all the kisses you owe me.”
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Hi!!! I rarely request but your writing is so good I could not resist the urge. I love the Carina x Maya x Reader fics you posted, theres not enough writing for the Station 19 universe. I was hoping you could write another one, or even just a Carina x Maya. I feel like because Maya has such a dangerous job, Carina definitely slips into doctor mode every time she gets hurt or sick. Could you write where Maya gets sick with strep throat or something but Carina is unable to get her to Grey Sloan or the E.R (maybe they went on a vacation or there is bad weather) so she decides to examine Maya herself. (P.S. I hope you’re having a good day and if not tomorrow will be better💕💕)
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Sickness At Sea
〖Notes: Alrighty my basement flooded and I think I've got carpal tunnel so lets write some sickfics! (PS, I love this request, I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to it, please feel free to send in another when my asks are open <;3〗
〖Summary: Maya and Carina finally get to go on a vacation. Of course that's the perfect time for Maya's immune system to give out.〗
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〖Pairing: Carina DeLuca x Sick Maya Bishop〗
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Maya groaned and stared out the window at the crashing waves caused by the torrential downpour that was ravaging the east coast. She was inwardly cursing Carina for convincing her to come to Maine, especially when they lived so close to the beach in Seattle, but she had decided that they should leave Washington for a bit.
The two didn’t get time off together often so two weeks paid vacation at the same time was huge. So huge that her Italian girlfriend insisted that she and Maya had to see the East Coast. The blonde had argued that they could go somewhere a few hours’ drive rather than a seven-hour plane ride, but Carina had made it seem too good to refuse.
And it had been. The first week was wonderful. They’d spent time walking along the beach in the cool October weather and explored the nearby town, doing the regular touristy things. They’d found the restaurant with the best reviews and had the first proper date night in a long time, complete with fancy wine and even a violinist to serenade them.
Then the storm started. It was nice for the first day, it was relaxing. Then one day turned into two. And two into three. And how they were sitting in their beautiful house on the beach with the sea raging in front of them. There would be no walking on the sand, there would be no exploring the quiet town, there would be no anything.
The rain was coming down in sheets and Carina had been running around the house yelling in Italian about the damage and how they couldn’t stay there if the storm continued. Maya was starting to agree, it wasn’t entirely safe to be this close to the sand and she was beginning to worry that the beach would wash out.
“Car, it’ll be okay. I’ve seen beaches in Seattle handle worse than this.” The blonde croaked, wincing as the words grated against her throat. Carina, who was pacing around typing away furiously on her phone stopped and whipped around, her brow furrowing as she hyper-focused on a new target: Maya.
“What is wrong with your voice? Are you sick? Tell me your symptoms.” She had switched from panicking about the storm and settled right into her doctor persona. The firefighter rolled her eyes, trying not to wince at the action. She was finding herself wanting to let Carina do her job, but her pride was far more important than her wish for assistance.
The woman had been feeling more and more weary as the week went on, but she had chalked it up to all of the things they had been doing, refusing to admit that they hadn’t been doing anything particularly strenuous. Now, after two days of doing just about nothing, she was sort of out of excuses. She was tired, her throat was killing her, her body ached, and she couldn’t deny the presence of a fever bubbling under her skin.
“It’s nothing, I’m fine. Sit, take a breath. I made coffee, you need some.” Maya said softly, lowering her voice to try to ease the pain in her throat. It didn’t help. The level of her voice didn’t matter, it was the act of simply breathing that caused her discomfort.
Carina hmphed unhappily but went to grab herself a mug, pouring what her girlfriend considered to be way too much creamer into the dark liquid, followed by what could be considered enough sugar to feed an entire town.
“How can you drink it so sweet?” She joked, trying to put a little humor into her voice as thunder clapped loudly over the small town. The EMT jumped, frightened by the suddenness of the loud sound. A blush crept across her cheeks as she glanced over at Carina, who had a concerned expression on her face.
Her brow was furrowed, and her lips pursed, looking wholly unhappy with the situation. The rain pattered down on the roof, a nearly deafening sound. It probably would’ve been relaxing if not for the sick feeling that was growing in Maya and Carina’s nerves beginning to fray.
This was supposed to be a vacation and the OBGYN really didn’t want to beat around the bush right now. She wanted to treat the woman she loved so that they could have her feeling better as soon as possible.
She wasn’t interested in playing Maya’s “embrace the pain” game and couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for even thinking that way. It wasn’t the blonde’s fault that she was so hard on herself, but it certainly didn’t make Carina’s job of taking care of her any easier.
The moment she sat down she felt Maya curl up against her, moving so smoothly that she may not have noticed if not for the way she was shivering, her muscular body trembling like a leaf. The brunette squeezed her eyes shut and sighed, pressing her head into the woman’s hair.
“You are sick Maya. Just tell me what’s wrong.” She murmured, moving so that she could hold the woman a little bit closer. Maya nestled close, humming her unhappiness as she felt tears fill her fever-clouded eyes. She really didn’t want to be crying, it was barely 8 in the morning, it was too early to be crying. Especially over a silly little sore throat.
“Bambina, please. Don’t make me play urm…twenty questions.” Carina said gently, tilting Maya’s head up so that she could look into her beautiful green orbs. The blonde blinked quickly as she held back tears, her lower lip beginning to quiver. She hadn’t realized just how bad she felt until her girlfriend had brought it up, but now it was all that she could think about.
“It hurts.” She whimpered, her voice small and full of humiliation. She hated every part of this, admitting weakness was hard enough but it was even worse that this was happening while they were on vacation. Sure, that meant she had time to recover, but she was supposed to be spending quality time with the woman she loved, not sleeping while the brunette fed her medicine. That was no fun for anyone.
“What hurts Maya?” The doctor prodded, needing far more information than what she was being given. Maya just shrugged and pulled the throw around her shoulders as she continued to stare out the large glass windows, watching as the waves ravaged the sandy shore.
“Okay, how about we switch out that coffee for tea, yeah?” The idea of swallowing anything (even her own saliva) made the woman want to cry. At this point, she didn’t even care. She sniffled back tears and tried to hide her face, embarrassed to be crying over something so trivial. She came across people every day who were in far more dire positions handling their pain or fear with so much more grace.
“I-I can’t. My throat just hurts too much.” Maya rasped, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. Her shoulders began to heave as she cried, the action just serving to hurt her throat even more. That in turn made her cry harder, which just repeated itself in a vicious cycle.
“Hey, hey, hey. I’m here. Just tell me what’s wrong amore. Let me help.” Carina pleaded, feeling so utterly helpless. She hated when her girlfriend got sick, she hated not being able to do anything as a person she loved so much suffered in silence.
“I can’t, I don’t know! M-my throat hurts! It, it shouldn’t!” The blonde spat, her words barely comprehensible through her sobs. The Italian woman put her coffee on the small table and took Maya’s hands in hers, forcing the ill firefighter to meet her eyes.
“Maya, take a deep breath. I can help you, but you need to let me. I’m a doctor, I take care of people for a living. Let me help.” she asserted, raising her eyebrows as she tried to get through to her sweet, sick girlfriend. The blonde’s lower lip was still quivering, but she managed to quiet her sobs as she matched Carina’s slow breathing.
“Good. Now, can you let me give you an exam? I will be quick.” After a few moments, Maya nodded, her breath still hitching as she tried to calm down. Maybe she was overreacting, but she had such a hard time with the out-of-control feeling that came with being sick. She would rather be put in a blazing fire than be physically incapacitated and need to rely on others for help.
True to her word, Carina’s exam took barely five minutes. She had raced to the bedroom to get her medical bag and then began to look Maya over, starting with what she figured was wrong. She looked at the back of the blonde’s throat, sighing when she saw those familiar white splotches that she’d seen all too many times.
“And a temperature of 102 degrees Fahrenheit. Which is…too high. Stupid imperial system.” She said that last part under her breath as she mentally tried to convert the imperial temperature to the metric system that she had grown up with.
Her distaste over the different systems of measuring made Maya smile a little as she leaned back against the cushions of the couch, shivering a little.
“What’s the verdict, Doc?” She teased, getting a frown out of her girlfriend. She may have felt terrible but the cute look on Carina’s face was worth the forced humor.
“We won’t know for sure until we get a culture, but I believe you have Streptococcus. The weather is too bad to go to the Urgent Care, but we will go as soon as the rain stops, okay? For now, it's Tylenol, soup, and rest.” The brunette said, sounding fully like the doctor that she was. Maya smiled a bit from where she was laying, closing her eyes as she curled back against the comfortable sofa.
“Can rest happen first?” She mumbled; the tears having taken a lot out of her. Carina made a sound in the back of her throat as she thought it over, weighing the best option here. Technically she should have Maya take the medicine to get the fever down, but it was very hard to say ‘no’ to the woman in front of her.
“I suppose. Would you rather go back to bed?” The blonde shook her head as she lay down, taking up the ample space on the couch.
“You gotta join me. ‘s the rules.” She mumbled, her voice slurring with exhaustion. Carina chuckled quietly and climbed back onto the couch, slipping her thermometer and stethoscope back into what Maya annoyingly called her “doctor bag”. She wasn’t wrong to call it that, but it irked the brunette to no end for reasons she simply could not explain.
She pushed the bag aside and lay down against Maya, wrapping an arm around her waist. She settled in, pulling a bit of the blanket up over herself, resigning that she would probably get this illness. Strep was incredibly contagious and she refused to be away from the woman she loved.
Any time they could spend together was worth a week of antibiotics.
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Hi could I request some fluffy fluff of jungkook getting sick with a bad cold in the rain because he was playing with bam and girl y/n caring for him or you can make it Ot7 and his brothers find out he is sick and care for him . Just fluffy and comfort im sad these days need some peace . Please 🥺🙏🙏
Turquoise Days
Pairing: Jungkook x reader. Platonic ot7. 💜
Genre: Sickfic , Fluff.
Jungkook had decided he was going to make the most of his holidays. It was all very clear to him.
Go boxing. Eat. Play with bam. Call you before he slept. Make plans to hangout. Somewhere OUTSIDE your houses. Spend the day with you and bam. Sleep. Play video games. Make sure not to miss dinner with his hyungs.
It sounded perfect in his head. And it would be. He would make sure of it.
Despite his grand plans of boxing and eating till he was full full. He slept dead to the world. Body tired with his previous productive work week. He even had abs and as much as he didn't want to loose them. He really wanted to enjoy spending time with you without you having to feel bad for how much you were eating (you were always concerned about him eating less or when he was dieting unlike Taehyungie hyung who would make Jungkook feed him.. but Jungkook would get his revenge!! For sure.)
So when he woke up he made himself Ramen, adding egg. Eating less for long periods left him with less appetite but he was sure it needed a single pack of ramen to change that luckily or unluckily. He stirred the noodles while making plans for tomorrow or later today when normal people woke up. He sent you a text. and some memes in the groupchat to which Jimin responded and then without seeing a reply he turned his phone to silent. To enjoy his ramen in peace, finishing it off with rice.
Bam followed him like the cute loyal pup that he is. So Jungkook decided it would be a good idea to play with him until it was time to send Bam to the house which a now trained Bam listened very well. And so feeling a little bloated but very nice. Jungkook decided to sleep some more.
Bam's barking woke him up. More like excited whelps. He opened his eyes returning to the conscious world splayed stomach faced on his bed. He must have changed positions while sleeping. He checked the time. It was already ten in the morning.
"Y/n." He called out.
And there you were standing at the door of his bedroom dressed cute but casual smiling the most beautiful smile.
Bam followed trying to capture your attention. His leash in hand. You take it and pat and rub him.
"Who's my good boy? My very good boy.. yes it's Bamie." You talk to the overgrown puppy.
Jungkook comes behind you and hugs you.
"But I'm your best boy... right?" You laugh at his words and ruffle his hair.
"Yes. Now get ready."
Jungkook nods and leaves to shower.
When he comes out you've made him some breakfast which the two of you eat together. With you telling him about how you've been when he's been busy. It's nice and makes Jungkook almost want to cancel going out. Watching Netflix all day cuddled on the couch is a promising prospect but he can see how excited you are for going out and so will Bam be. So he ties his stomper boots and then makes sure to open the door as you sit in his car. He orders takeaway from your favourite restaurant and then takes you to the Beach.
In the car ride the two of you fight over radio channels. He tells you he got licence for driving motorbikes. Which you giggle at. And he feels his heart flutter.
And the one thing the both of you forget is to check the weather.
"I'm the Jeon Jungkook. A little rain won't make me sick." Jungkook had proclaimed(famous last words). As he had dragged you to dance in the rain. And you the utter fool you were for him had followed abandoning all rational thought.
Sadly the bacteria didn't care who they were infecting. So because you couldn't dry yourself and had to drive back to Jungkook's in your soaking wet attire. It was no surprise the two of you caught a cold.
At first it was only you who kept sneezing. You had to end your day with Jungkook short so that you didn't pass on the cold and you had to go home the next day because it was your dad's birthday.
On the train ride back home you learnt that he too 'felt a little chilly' but it was nothing serious.
While you would have told him to go to the doctor you really couldn't think pass your headache. So you told him to take care. Snuggled into the bunny (a courting gift Jungkook had gotten you on your 5th date) and said goodbye. You know he was going to see his members. You trusted them to make him see reason if needed.
Jungkook was determined to clean his house. He had taken it seriously upon himself to make himself a proper adult. So he started sorting his things. And the dust was no joke. Halfway through his task. He was sneezing uncontrollably. Thus he abandoned the task.
Choosing instead to hydrate himself. He opened his phone. To check the messages.
Feeling a bit warm. Jungkook decides to sit in the balcony. Enjoy some fresh air. Bam follows him.
"Should I take you out?" Jungkook asks. Recieving a loud bark. He giggles and goes out.
Back from the walk Jungkook feels unusually tired. He thinks he might have caught a cold. So he takes some medicine for the fever and thinks about messaging their manager for setting an appointment with the doctor. But before that happens Jungkook falls asleep.
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When his phone rings but he doesn't answer you get worried so you message Namjoon who was your designated emergency contact set by Jungkook.
Namjoon replies he'll check up on Jungkook and let you know.
When Jungkook doesn't answer still. Namjoon assures you that they're all meeting so they'll make sure to scold Jungkook on your behalf.
Namjoon calls Jin to tell him about Jungkook. And so the plan is made they would go hangout at the maknaes House instead of simply going outside for dinner.
His doorbell rings incessantly and rhat wakes him up. He's too disoriented to realise that today was the hangout with the members.
The members are loud as always and that inadvertently brings a smile to his face. He feels bad that he won't be joining them.
"Hyung's" He says as he opens the door. "I'm not feeling well."
"We know." Jin replies. Yoongi pats his shoulder and gives a nod. The rest of them follow and make themselves comfortable.
"Y/n told us." Namjoon says.
Jungkook feels his heart burst with affection for you. He almost gets teary eyed.
"Anyway since we are not going to the restaurant we reserved. You'll be getting us a treat right?" Jin asks.
Jungkook nods.
"Thank you jungkookie." Hobi says happily.
"Yoongi order groceries for a porridge and fresh veggies, some snacks as well and Namjoon take Jimin to get medicines. I'm sure kook didn't take any." Jin orders.
"How did you know hyung?" Jungkook asks.
"I've raised you ofcourse I know."
"Now let's put a dent in your bank account." Taehyung says excited.
The groceries are delivered quickly. And Yoongi and Jin get started on the porridge making sure to make extra so that Jungkook can have some later.
Taehyung cuddles Jungkook.
"It's ok hyungs are here no need to worry " Taehyung says lightly patting Jungkook's head.
"I'm not a baby." Jungkook protests half-hearted because on the inside already being with everyone makes him feel better. So being engulfed by the baby bear Jungkook slips into a nap.
Hobi cleared some space and set the tables and cutlery while the eldest were busy making the porridge.
Yoongi cooled some of the porridge in the freezer so that it could come quickly to room temperature. While Jin portioned the rest of it out and put it in the fridge.
The delivery guy rings the bell which wakes Jungkook up.
Hobi rushes to open the door and pick it up.
Seeing Jungkook is awake. Yoongi checks the porridge again. The porridge is still slightly hot but he supposes its better than Jungkook being hungry when he's sick.
Namjoon and Jimin arrive with some OTC medication and a cake. They were thinking of getting icecream first but because Jungkook was already sick and out of them the one who was most font of sweet things. It was only logical they get cake because they loved spoiling their little one.
Namjoon gently woke Jungkook up medicines in hand and a glass of warm water ready. While Jimin scolded Taehyung for sleeping with Jungkook. "What if you also get sick?" Jimin scolded.
"Feed him some porridge first." Yoongi tells Namjoon. Namjoon nods.
"I'll do it." Jimin offers.
"Start eating before the food turns cold." Jungkook tells them.
There are enthusiastic nods and then everyone except Jimin and Jungkook attack the delivery.
Taehyung and Namjoon make sure to feed little bites of the meat to Jimin and Jungkook.
They all launch into thier stories.
Jungkook misses being in the dorms in times like these but staying away has made it all the more precious.
His eyes fall on the 7 tattoo on Jimins finger and feels really blessed to have been given this family. His hyungs. Bangtan. He feels like tearing up.
"Oh Jungkookie is crying." Yoongi points out.
"Are you feeling more sick should we go to the doctor?" Namjoon asks concerned but his mouth is full so it sounds garbled.
"Do not cry. Do not cry." Taehyung chants. Jimin rubs his arm and drapes his shoulder around Jungkook.
"Oh what will we do with you our cry baby?" Hobi says.
"No. I just .. I'm happy hyungs are with me." Namjoon smiles and rubs his back.
"Ofcourse we are. ApoBangpo." Namjoon says.
"This kid." Jin says. "It better not be a way to make us pay for this food." Jin jokes.
"Hyung." Jungkook pouts.
"Do you know how much I've spent feeding you.? So much that you've become the biggest in bangtan"
"I'm not the biggest Rapmon hyung is." Jungkook replies.
"Why are you dragging me in this?" Namjoon asks.
"It's true. His arms are as thick as my thighs." Yoongi agrees.
Meanwhile Taehyung who had slipped earlier brings in the cake.
"Don't fight everyone let's have cake." Taehyung interrupts. Jimin and Hobi clear the table to make space for the cake.
"Be honest. You just wanted to eat the cake." Hobi asks laughing.
Taehyung only winks conspiratory in return.
"I saw a hack where they used wine glasses to cut the cake." Yoongi informs everyone.
"Just cut a cake normally. Is it that hard?" Jimin says unimpressed.
Jin gives the cake a karate chop.
"Hyung." Namjoon whines while hobi looks disgusted holding a kitchen knife to cut the cake.
Jungkook giggles.
All is well.
Hi lovely. I hope you're feeling better. Hope this makes you feel better. I kind of added backstory too Because I kind of like context as a reader. Hope that's ok. I don't know if I've done justice to the prompt. But yeah. I've never written something like this before so I'm nervous.
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Scarlet
Casey Novak x Rita Calhoun
Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff <3
If the door unlocking and the sound of a duffel bag hitting the floor didn’t signal the arrival of Casey, the sudden lapful of prosecutor certainly did the trick.
“Hello,” Rita murmured into red hair, as Casey buried her face into her neck. “Rough day in court?”
“Langan decimated me,” Casey mumbled. “I’m completely off my game.”
Rita let one hand trail from Casey’s hair to her back, scratching lightly between her shoulder blades, while her other hand clicked at her laptop a few more times. “Sounds like dinner and a nice bath are in order, hm?”
“‘M not that hungry,” Casey said, lips still pressed against Rita’s skin.
Rita closed her laptop so she could wrap her arms fully around the koala-Casey in her lap. “Did you eat lunch?”
“Wasn’t that hungry at lunch, either. I just wanna sleep.”
Rita gently maneuvered Casey out from her hiding spot buried in Rita’s shoulder so she could press her lips against Casey’s forehead. “Are you feeling alright, darling? You’re warm.”
“Just sleepy.” Casey tugged away just to press her face into Rita’s neck once more. “And the lights are too bright.”
“Then I suppose it’s bedtime.” Rita untangled herself and pulled them both up, guiding a slightly wobbly Casey to the bedroom. “I’m going to shower and eat something quick, and then I’ll join you, alright?”
“Mhm,” Casey hummed, already burrowing under the covers.
Rita ducked out and padded quietly around the kitchen, finding the rest of her caesar salad from lunch and picking at it while she packed up her files and laptop. When she was pleased that all of her work was sufficiently hidden enough to not disturb her tomorrow off in the slightest, she tossed away the empty salad container and made her way to the shower.
Emerging from the shower, Rita felt the tensions of the day melt away and was very ready to crash for the night. She wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and slipped into her and Casey’s closet, opening a drawer where her old college t-shirts lived. She rummaged around, realizing Casey had beaten her to it when she couldn’t find her Joan Jett shirt. She retaliated by grabbing Casey’s softball hoodie.
She was crawling into the bed behind Casey when she heard the mumbling, and was immediately worried.
“Case,” she whispered, reaching to rub at her shoulder. “Case, baby, wake up. You’re having a nightmare.”
The redhead didn’t wake up and just continued to talk to herself, though she didn’t seem to be in distress. Rita gently rolled her over.
“The people request… a ten minute recess…” Casey mumbled, words slurring together.
Rita couldn’t hold back her smile. “Recess granted,” she murmured. She pressed the back of her hand to Casey’s forehead and found the younger woman was definitely burning up.
Rita slid out of the bed to go back to the bathroom and wet a facecloth with cold water, hoping to cool Casey down a little. She grabbed a bottle of Tylenol from the medicine cabinet before returning back to the bed.
“Casey,” Rita whispered, brushing her hair out of her face. “Wake up, sweetheart.”
“Objection, are you— are you—”
“Argumentative?”
“Objection, argumen’ve…”
“Sustained.” Rita ran her thumb over a cheekbone. “Wake up, love. You need to take some medicine.”
Casey blinked her eyes open blearily. “Hm?”
“You’re burning up, sweetheart. You need to take some Tylenol.”
“Not hot. Cold.” Casey tugged the blankets up a little, but relaxed into the bed as Rita draped the washcloth over her head. “Oh, that’s good, that’s good.”
“You’re feverish, baby. Take some Tylenol.” Rita helped her sit up before handing her two pills and a glass of water.
Casey popped a pill in her mouth but suddenly spluttered, choking on both the pill and the water and coughing it back up. “Fuck,” she hissed, having just drenched herself.
“Okay, okay,” Rita soothed, trying to pat away the water. “It’s alright.”
“Can’t swallow,” Casey gasped, still choking a bit. “Throat won’t— shit. Sorry, sorry…”
Rita recognized the look in Casey’s eyes as one of impending panic, and rushed to reassure her. “You’re okay, deep breath. Deep breath, Casey, there you go.” Rita was beginning to get very concerned, as she’d never seen Casey have trouble swallowing a pill, and Casey’s eyes were rather unfocused. She seemed dazed. “Try taking a smaller sip, don’t worry about the pills right now.”
Casey obeyed, fortunately getting some water down this time, and didn’t protest when Rita helped her out of her shirt to put on a dry one. But when Rita tugged her shirt over her head, she froze. “Oh, shit.”
“Hm?” Casey asked, half awake and still dazed.
“You— you’re red.” Rita took a step back, thinking it probably was not smart for her to touch the rash directly. “Sweetheart, your body is all red.”
Casey looked down, as if she was just comprehending this. “Tha’s not good.”
“No, it definitely is not. Does it itch?”
“Hmm,” Casey hummed, thinking about it very hard. “I don’t think so.”
“Hang tight for a minute.” Rita disappeared to throw the shirt directly into the washing machine, because she did not want that sitting with the other clothes, and washed her hands just in case. She grabbed another old t-shirt from their closet. “You’ll have to settle for Black Sabbath,” she joked as she reentered the bedroom, just to find Casey had dozed off again.
Rita watched Casey sleep for a moment, tucked under the blankets and still muttering to herself, before she grabbed her cellphone and dialed a number.
“Hey Daisy,” a cheery voice said, and Rita rolled her eyes fondly at the nickname her family couldn’t seem to kick. “Bit late to be looking for an expert witness.”
“Uncle Brian,” she greeted. “I’m not calling for a case, I just need some advice.”
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, it’s my… my partner.” This was an interesting way to out herself to her extended family. “She’s very ill, and I’m worried.”
Fortunately, Uncle Brian took it all in stride. She figured he would. He was always her favorite. “Talk to me, Daisy.”
“She has a high fever, a rash, and is having trouble swallowing.” Rita leaned against the doorway to their room, keeping an eye on Casey as she slept. “She said she had no appetite earlier, and she crashed as soon as she got home, so she must be exhausted.”
“What does the rash look like?”
“It’s blotchy and red, all over her torso, but she said it’s not itchy.”
“Is she coughing?”
“Not that I’ve heard.”
“Sounds like Scarlet Fever.”
Rita blinked in disbelief. “Will she be okay? Do people really still get that?”
“Yes and yes. Scarlet fever comes from untreated Strep. She probably had symptoms but kept warding them off with Tylenol or Advil until it developed into full blown Scarlet Fever. It’s more common in children, but adults can still get it. Which is why you need to be careful and wash your hands a lot if you’re going to be in close contact, got it?”
“Got it.” Rita was still watching Casey, who shifted and said something that sounded suspiciously like ‘ladies and gentlemen of the jury…’ “What should I do?”
“Try to keep her fever down. I can stop by in the morning to take a look at her and prescribe an antibiotic.”
“She’s allergic to penicillin,” Rita said offhandedly.
She could hear the smile in Uncle Brian’s voice when he said “Noted. Take care of her, Daisy.”
“Will do. Thanks, Uncle Brian.” Rita ended the call but stayed leaned against the doorway, thinking carefully.
“The people re… request… a continuance,” Casey announced.
“You’re gonna need one,” Rita said under her breath, before quietly making her way back to Casey’s side of the bed and waking her up again, helping her get the new shirt over her head. “A doctor’s coming in the morning, okay? He’ll take a look at you.”
“Mkay,” Casey agreed, though Rita was doubtful she really comprehended that.
“I need you to try to take the pills again, okay? We’ll go slow, but we need to get your fever down.”
“Mkay,” Casey agreed again, confirming Rita’s belief that she wasn’t really processing anything.
Fortunately, this time, Casey was able to manage down the two pills with minimal gagging, before she slumped back into the bed, exhausted by the simple task.
“Sleep, little one,” Rita instructed, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and Casey’s eyelids immediately fluttered shut.
Rita climbed into bed behind Casey, deciding that if she was going to get sick she probably would already, and curled around her. Casey was usually the big spoon, on account of her having about five inches on Rita, but this time she immediately snuggled in close.
Casey slept soundly at first, with Rita running her fingers through her hair soothingly, but as she began to sweat out the fever she started to squirm and talk in her sleep again. Rita listened to a slurred recount of her closing argument spoken in court earlier that day, a few objections, and some muttered insults towards Langan that she tried her best not to laugh at. Rita just kept brushing her hair, responding when she could, not that she was sure Casey could hear her.
Rita had barely slept at all by the time the sun rose, but Casey had fortunately slipped into a quiet sleep once the Tylenol kicked in and her fever dropped.
Rita disentangled herself from the finally sound asleep Casey and opted for a quick shower, hoping to keep the germs at bay for at least a little longer, before dressing and checking her phone. She had the day off, but she was pretty sure Casey was on call, and she debated between shooting a text to Benson or waiting for Casey to wake up and call herself in. She really didn’t want to explain why she was Casey’s emergency contact, but she also didn’t want to wake Casey up any earlier than she naturally awoke.
A ping from her phone had her looking down to see Uncle Brian had texted saying he would be at their apartment around 8:30. The clock read 8, so she decided to wake Casey up.
“Good morning, sunshine. How do you feel?” Rita asked, checking her temperature again. It had gone back up, but not as high as the night before.
“I dunno,” Casey mumbled, seeming a bit confused. “I think my brain melted.”
“My uncle will be here in a half hour, do you want to try a cool shower before he gets here?”
“Your uncle?” Casey asked, nose scrunching in the way it did when she was trying to remember something she didn’t want to admit she forgot.
“The doctor. He’s going to figure out what’s going on and get you some medicine.”
“I’s just a cold,” Casey protested, standing up out of the bed and immediately pitching forwards.
“Woah!” Rita caught her by the shoulders and lied her back down.
“Fuck,” Casey muttered. “My brain did melt.”
“He thinks it’s Scarlet Fever,” Rita informed her.
“Do people really still get that?” Casey asked.
“You do, apparently.”
“Sounds like I’m on the Oregon Trail,” Casey mused, leaning her head back until it hit the headboard.
“That’s Dysentery, love.”
“Same difference.”
“I can assure you it is not,” a voice came from behind them, and they both jumped.
“Uncle Brian!” Rita greeted. “I forgot I gave you a key, you scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry,” Brian said apologetically, setting down his bag. “Morning, Daisy.”
“Daisy?” Casey asked, amused, and Rita shot her a look that made her giggle, which made Rita smile and kind of ruined her whole attempt at a scary look.
“And this lovely lady?”
“Casey Novak,” Casey introduced. “I’m usually a bit more put together.”
“I promise I’ve seen far worse,” Brian said. “Can I take a look at your throat?”
He began to carry out his examination as Rita leaned against the edge of the dresser, watching Casey tiredly try to crack jokes with her uncle.
A phone ringing snapped her out of her thoughts, and Casey glanced over. “Shit, I’m on call.”
“Not today you’re not,” Brian said.
“I’ll get it.” Rita grabbed the phone and stood, leaving the room as to not distract the doctor. “Calhoun.”
A pause, before Olivia Benson’s voice asked, “Rita?”
“Yes?” Rita asked, because she could’ve cleared it up right away but this was much more entertaining.
“Did I call the right number?”
“If you were trying to reach Ms. Novak, yes.” Rita caught the phone between her ear and shoulder to start a pot of coffee. “She is unfortunately sick and won’t be able to come in today. Or tomorrow. Is there anything I can help you with?”
There was some muffled speaking from the other end of the line, and she imagined Olivia had covered the speaker and was talking to one of the other detectives.
“What’s Calhoun doing answering Casey’s phone at eight in the morning?” She heard one of the guys ask, and had to grin, because for detectives they could be pretty clueless.
“The same thing Cabot’s doing when she answers Liv’s in the middle of the ni—” Another one started, but was interrupted with a yelp, sounding like he’d either been kicked, punched, or had his foot stomped on rather aggressively.
“Files!” Olivia quickly said into the phone. “Files for the Adbury and Smythe cases. Can you ask her where those are?”
“I can do that.” Rita poured two mugs of coffee.
“Is she doing alright?”
“She’ll be okay. I’ll tell her you called.”
“Thanks, Rita. Take care.”
Rita hummed her response and ended the call, grabbing the coffee to reenter the bedroom where her uncle was packing up. “Scarlet Fever,” he announced, as Casey pouted, arms crossed. Rita passed a mug to him.
“Poor baby,” Rita cooed, which just made Casey roll her eyes (but lean into Rita’s arms).
“I’m prescribing an antibiotic,” Brian said, sipping the coffee before pulling out a prescription pad.
“I’m allergic to penicillin,” Casey told him.
“Rita mentioned that,” Brian said without looking up.
Casey glanced up at her. “How’d you know that?”
“I’m your emergency contact. I have to know.”
Casey suddenly went wide eyed. “Oh, shit. I should— Are you allergic to anything?”
“No,” Rita said, biting back amusement. “And Uncle Brian is also listed as my emergency contact, so don’t worry. He wouldn’t let me die.”
“Damn straight,” Brian said. “Here’s the prescription.”
Rita picked the slip from his hand. “Thank you.”
“I’m off to work. See ya, Daisy.” He leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Rita’s shoulders, kissing her head and eliciting only minimal grumbling, which was impressive, because Rita was a big fan of grumbling. “Pleasure to meet you, Casey. I’m sorry it wasn’t under better circumstances.”
Rita threaded her fingers through Casey’s hair after Uncle Brian left, and Casey hummed appreciatively, leaning her head into her hand.
“I’m sorry you have Scarlet Fever,” Rita murmured.
“Who even gets Scarlet Fever anymore?” Casey asked.
“Children under the age of ten, and Assistant District Attorney Cassandra Agnieszka Novak.”
“I’m still so impressed you can pronounce Agnieszka.” Casey’s head lolled a little. “Daisy?”
“Marguerite means Daisy,” Rita explained. “There are about three people who can get away with calling me that.”
“Am I one of them?”
Rita trailed her fingertip down the bridge of Casey’s nose before booping the tip. “Three and a half,” she teased. “Benson called, she asked where the files for Adbury and Smythe are.”
Casey closed her eyes and groaned in frustration. “My briefcase.”
“I’ll go drop them off at the precinct and pick up your antibiotics.”
“Thank you.” Casey nuzzled into Rita’s neck and reached around her back for her coffee.
Rita didn’t even have to look to swat her hand away. “No caffeine, you’re dehydrated as is.”
Casey pouted again, giving her big eyes.
“Uh-uh sweetheart, that doesn’t work when it comes to your health.”
Casey buried her face in her shoulder and huffed. “I’m not that sick.”
“Scarlet Fever.”
“Point made.”
“Do you need anything?” Rita asked, brushing Casey’s cheekbone with a thumb.
“I’m fine, I’m just going to get—”
Casey had barely even pushed herself up before Rita pushed her right back down. “Nope. No standing, I don’t trust you to not faint on me.”
Casey rolled her eyes but flopped back down into the cushions. “My laptop?”
“No working,” Rita instructed. “Absolutely no work.”
“You work when you’re sick.”
“And I don’t get sick with diseases known for infecting eighteenth century maidens. No work. I can and will child restrict your laptop.”
“I had to show you how to use AirDrop the other day.”
“I would have figured it out!”
“I love you.” Casey squeezed her hand. “And I’d kiss you if I wasn’t…”
“Yeah, please don’t.” Rita patted Casey’s head and stood up. “Watch a movie, drink your water. I’ll be back soon, alright, darling?”
“Thank you,” Casey murmured, as Rita passed her her laptop and dropped another kiss to her head.
“Get some rest, little one. Call me if you need anything.”
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“He didn’t invoke!” Were the words greeting Rita to the precinct. She rolled her eyes. Secretly she was quite pleased by the uneasy looks she generated walking into the bullpen, but her job was to be the stony defense attorney Rita Calhoun. Smiling ruined her image, even if she technically was off today.
“Is one of my clients in the interrogation room, Detective Stabler?” She asked, crossing her arms.
“Not that I know of,” he retorted. “What are you doing here, then?”
“Bringing you the Adbury and Smythe files. You’re welcome,” she said, dropping the folders onto Olivia’s desk.
“Oh, thank you.” Olivia’s attention was torn between her computer screen and the papers, barely paying Rita any mind. Rita occasionally wondered if that woman was the only one getting any work done in SVU. “How’s Casey?” She asked, absentmindedly.
“Better question, why are you runnin’ papers for Novak?” Fin asked with a shit eating grin.
“Is our lovely ADA turning to the dark side?” Munch added, voice infused with mock horror.
“You’re detectives,” Rita said, snapping her briefcase shut. “Figure it out.”
She appreciated the amusement on Olivia’s face though the woman never tore her eyes from her screen. “ADA Greylek’s gonna sub for a few days.”
“Oh, Casey will be overjoyed to hear that,” Rita muttered, swiveling to leave.
“Take care of her, Calhoun!” Olivia called after Rita as she left the bullpen, Rita throwing a wave of acknowledgement in her direction without turning back.
— — — — — —
Rita pushed the door open slowly, unsure if Casey would have gone back to sleep by now, but she heard soft speaking from the bedroom that sounded much more coherent than the sleep rambling. It was interspersed with bits of Polish, which meant Casey was probably on the phone with her mother.
She made her way to the bedroom and stopped in the doorway, scanning Casey over as she talked to her mother. The redhead seemed to be fairing a little worse than when Rita had left, her skin more flushed and her eyelids drooping. Rita knocked quietly on the entryway to announce her arrival. “Hello, darling.”
“Hey,” Casey said, rubbing at her eyes. “Everything okay at the one six?”
“Greylek’s subbing in for the time being.”
Casey let out a loud groan and buried her face into the bed.
“Hello Laura,” Rita greeted the phone.
“Hi Rita,” Casey’s mother’s voice rang out. “You’re taking good care of my baby?”
“W porządku, mama,” Casey very near whined into the phone.
“She has Scarlet Fever,” Rita leaned in closer to say to the phone, before plopping a kiss on Casey’s forehead and backing up to unpack her bag.
Laura gasped from across the line. “Cassandra! You said it was just a cold.”
Casey shot Rita a weak glare. “I said I had cold-like symptoms,” she specified. “I’m on antibiotics, Rita’s a good nurse.”
Casey hadn’t actually started antibiotics yet, but Rita chose not to get her into any more trouble and instead shook the pill bottle a little to catch Casey’s attention as she put it on the nightstand, Casey’s eyes flicking to her and back to the phone as she finished up her conversation with her mother.
“Kocham cię, mama. Yes, I’ll keep you posted. No, you do not need to come to Manhattan.”
Rita leaned against the dresser and watched, amused, as Casey tried to talk down her mother.
“Też cię kocham,” Casey repeated. “I know, mom. Bye-bye now.”
Casey tilted her head back and closed her eyes in adorable frustration as her mother kept speaking. In Polish, so Rita unfortunately couldn’t understand.
“Goodbye, mama,” Casey said again, a bit more emphatically, before ending the call. “Did you have to tell her it’s Scarlet Fever?” Casey complained.
“She loves you,” Rita said with a grin. “And I bought you ice pops.”
“You’re forgiven,” Casey immediately relented.
“How do you feel?” Rita asked, as Casey unscrewed the cap to the antibiotics.
“Fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“You know how to flatter a lady.” Casey popped one into her mouth and swallowed it with a gulp of water.
“Casey,” Rita warned, voice low, raising an eyebrow.
Casey sighed. “I feel like shit.”
“Worse than this morning?”
“Yeah,” Casey grumbled, turning her face so her words were muffled by the pillow.
“Do you want some more Tylenol?”
“No. I hate sweating out fevers.” Casey blinked open one eye to look at her. “I’d take an ice pop, though. My throat is on fire.”
“What flavor?” Rita asked as she made her way to the kitchen.
“Red,” Casey called, and there were a few different reds but Rita picked at random and grabbed a paper towel before returning to pass them to Casey. She climbed into bed next to her girlfriend.
“You’re gonna get sick if you stay too close to me,” Casey said between licks of her ice pop.
Rita shrugged and picked up the remote. “I’ll live. What do you want to watch?”
“You know what I want to watch.” Casey cocked her head and looked at Rita with a loopy grin, and Rita was physically incapable of holding back her own resulting smile.
“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” Rita flicked to their purchased movies and turned on A League of Their Own for maybe the hundredth time. “I bet Alex doesn’t make Olivia watch Legally Blonde on repeat.”
“I’m pretty sure Olivia makes Alex watch Legally Blonde on repeat.”
“Did you hear they’re shooting a remake of this?” Rita asked, bringing her fingers up to thread through Casey’s hair, which she was beginning to realize had become a subconscious habit. “With lesbians in it this time.”
Casey sighed happily. “I love lesbians.”
“Don’t we all.” Rita kept scratching lightly at Casey’s scalp. “My uncle said something rather interesting.”
“Did he?”
“Scarlet Fever comes from untreated Strep.” She curled her fingers to cup Casey’s head, turning her a little to face her. “He said that you were probably managing your symptoms with over the counter meds for quite a while instead of seeing a doctor.”
Casey dropped her gaze. “I thought it was just allergies.”
Rita hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her head back up to meet her eyes. “You know better than that, little one. You need to take better care of yourself.”
Casey nodded, but to Rita’s mild horror, her eyes started welling up a little.
“Hey, hey, none of that,” Rita soothed. “I’m not mad at you.”
“I always cry when I get fevers,” Casey muttered, wiping furiously at her eyes. “It’s so embarrassing.”
“Don’t feel embarrassed,” Rita murmured. “Come here.”
Casey snuggled into Rita’s embrace, largely ignoring the movie they’d both seen so many times by now. Rita just held her close, humming softly and rubbing her back.
“You take such good care of me,” Casey mumbled, words muffled by Rita’s shoulder.
“I’ll always take care of my girl,” Rita responded, squeezing her tight and kissing her head. “Always.”
Casey hummed contentedly and they stayed like that for quite awhile, Rita’s sense of peace only growing when rain started quietly pattering on the windows.
“Rita?”
“Mhm?”
“If I breathed on Langan in chambers and he got infected, and then he sued me for— stop laughing, I’m serious— sued me for biowarfare, would you defend me in court?”
“Darling, I would take you a lot more seriously if you weren’t crying as you asked.”
“I can’t— I can’t control it! Having fevers just makes me cry.”
“I love you, Casey Novak.” Rita nuzzled into her hair. “Even though you try to kill my colleagues.”
“I love you too, Daisy,” Casey responded with a sweet grin. “Even though you work for the dark side.”
“Be nice to me or you’re not getting any more ice pops.”
Casey’s resulting pout had Rita out of bed to get her another not even minutes later.
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Hello!
Hi!
Pronouns: they/she
Bias: Hobi
Bias wreckers: OT7
Languages: Korean, English, bit of Japanese
I’m a Korean high school student living in America currently. I do have a AO3 where I post more often
I would love to be able to write on here as well, so please leave a request and I will try my best to fulfill it. Feel free to leave a message or fill my inbox if you want to talk music or books or just life
Groups I will write quicker for:
BTS
TOMORROW X TOGETHER
SKZ
I listen to a lot of groups but these three more, and I feel I’d be able to write better for them, but if you request a different group, I’ll do my research and try my best ㅠㅡㅠ
Things I’m comfortable writing:
Whump
Mental Illness
Emeto
Snz
Sickfics
Angst
Hurt/Comfort
Things I’m not comfortable writing:
Mpreg
Scat
Omorashi
Smut
x reader
*Just because I’m not comfortable writing it doesn’t mean I find it gross or anything, I just don’t know how to write it.
Also, requests may take a few weeks—I am still taking classes and have a part time job and home things to take care of as well.
Thank you and feel free to request!
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i don't mind who the sickie is I'm just craving some txt emeto sickfics 😭😭
it could be taehyun or whoever you want to write 🙏
sounds like you want taehyun 😭💕 this was meant to be mini but i wanted to put an example of a time when the members get mad at sickie and don’t get mad ykwim
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Taehyun fell into his place onstage for "Chasing that feeling" and waited for the music to begin. He felt like shit if he was being completely honest with himself. His body ached all throughout, and his head hurt like crazy and his stomach was churning.
He was both hot and cold at the same, drops of sweat forming on his forehead. He just had to get through this song. That's it. Then he can be sick.
They're in the middle of a comeback and a comeback doesn't wait for a sick member, the sick member waits for the comeback. Just one song. He convinced himself he would make it.
As the music began, his muscle memory took over and he went through the motions of the dance as usual. He felt himself getting lost in the dance, listening MOA's cheers making him feel less and less ill as he performed. If there's one thing to make someone feel better, it's a crowd of thousands of fans screaming your name.
That moment of bliss was swiftly over when he felt his stomach cramp painfully. He glanced at Soobin, trying to get his attention without disturbing the performance, with no luck. Soobin had no idea of the younger's condition if he knew there was no way he would have allowed him to perform.
Taehyun tried to convince himself he could make it to the end of the song, that he would be fine just a little longer. He could no longer contain himself. He sprinted off stage as fast as he could. The moment he got backstage he was like a volcano, finally exploding after years of build up, as he projectile vomited on the floor. The moment staff noticed they shoved a trash can into his shaky hands and led him back to the green room to sit on the couch there.
A few minutes later his members arrived in the room with him, and he was met with angry faces from Soobin and Yeonjun.
“What were you thinking?!? Running off stage like that, with no warning to us!?!” Soobin said, not quite yelling, but certainly raising his voice.
“You could have gotten hurt, or hurt one of us running through the formation mid dance!! What’s gotten in-“ Yeonjun was interrupted by quiet sob, taking a break from his anger to notice that Taehyun had started to cry, with Huening Kai and Beomgyu on either side of him trying to calm him down. As he cried, he pointed to a nearby trash can, which when picked up by Soobin, was found to be about half full with vomit.
“Oh Taehyunnie. I’m so sorry I got mad. I had no idea. I should have payed more attention.” Soobin said. When Yeonjun realized what had happened he said “Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling well?”
“Th-thought I could make it.”
“Clearly you couldn’t. You need to tell us these things before they end up like this. This could have-“ Yeonjun was interrupted again, this time by Soobin. “Yeonjun. Everything you’re saying is very true. But this is not the time for that. We can have this conversation when he’s feeling better, okay?”
Yeonjun signed in agreement, heading off to find some water for Taehyun.
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Hi, do you mind writing something about this?
Here it is! Sorry if it isn't that good, also I'm the worst with endings but I hope you like it after all.
A Freezing Burning Feeling
The final months of the year were the busiest in the kpop industry too, all idols having awards, presentations for Christmas or New Year's Eve, seasons greetings and much more, so it isn't a surprise that any of them get sick at some point, specially around those months where it's common for virus to be around.
TXT had to fly to Japan for their MAMA's presentation, all of them having a surprise for the fans there.
It was a busy schedule, and they were feeling tired from everything.
Before they headed to the airport Taehyun noticed the slight discomfort in his stomach after eating lunch, but he payed no attention to it, some sleep could fix it.
"Wanna watch a movie?" Kai offered, Taehyun accepted and it distracted him from his discomfort, they were heading to Japan so the flight didn't take that long.
When they arrived Taehyun felt so exhausted like that plane had taken all his energy to land, even tho he was sitting the whole time.
Some typical procedures at the airport later and they got to their hotel.
"Finally" sighed Beomgyu who was also tired, all of them agreed with him, wanting nothing more than taking a shower, put on some comfy clothes and sleep.
But of course before anything of that could happen Yeonjun said "Wait, let's eat dinner first, I heard there's a buffet tonight and it would be cool if all of us ate together" well, normally each one of them went to their rooms and ate something from room service alone, but this once, they decided it was a good idea. And it was, just Taehyun thought this was unnecessary because all he wanted to do was curl up in bed like a ball.
Halfway through the meal Taehyun's stomach decided it wasn't okay with what he was eating and started to feel queasy, slowly he stopped eating but it was too late, his stomach was now upset, gurgling and making weird noises that he wondered if the rest heard. Without wanting to draw any attention he slipped his hand under his shirt and started to rub it lightly.
"Are you alright?" Kai noticed after a while. Great.
"Yeah, just ate too fast maybe, my stomach is taking its time to process the food" it was more than that but Taehyun didn't want to make everyone concerned about him.
"Why don't you go to your room and rest then? It's kinda late anyway so we should probably go too" God bless Soobin. Without needing to be told twice, Taehyun stood up and wished everyone good night.
Taehyun was taking a much needed long hot shower, helping him relax and forget about his pain for a bit.
Tho at times he had to stifle some burps that tasted just like what he was eating, but in a disgusting way.
He put on his pajamas and turned on the TV, deciding to watch something in the mean time he got sleepy.
But he awoke not too much later, the lights off and the movie he had put on was already over and it automatically played the second part, but what was different was that he felt suffocated.
Everything was burning, it was hard to breathe and his stomach was cramping as if it was trying to squeeze itself.
Taehyun quickly took off the covers and drank some of the water he had left on the nightstand before he layed down.
But it wasn't enough, he was sweating, it was like he had a heater right beside him, and his whole body was hurting, his stomach specially.
He curled up more, embracing his middle as another cramp left him gasping for air, the cramps now turning into some nauseating feeling.
Not sure of what to do he went to the bathroom, not knowing how he made it but at least the cold tiles helped a bit.
His shirt was damp with sweat, and he was sure he was pale, he couldn't look too much to the mirror. Kneeling in front of the toilet, unsure of how long would it take to his very first meal there to re appear, but it was agonizing, and he didn't even have his phone with him at that moment, he could use some help but it's too late to move, with a shaky burp his stomach was finally expelling a its contents.
Taehyun was still trying to regulate his breathing when the second wave came up, much larger and thick than the first one, going through his nose too, he was left coughing and the third one was also the same.
It was like that for a while longer than he would've liked it to be, but for every time he heaved up some more sick, his stomach felt less heavy, though it was still hard to the touch, and was pretty much still vomiting, after a while it stopped. But Taehyun kept on rubbing it, the pain still there, and for the more pressure he applied, more burps kept on coming up and left him dry retching over the toilet. Too nauseous to move and being that exhausted, he finally fell asleep right there on the floor, he flushed the toilet and wiped his mouth, the cold tiles were somehow refreshing him from the burning sensation that made its way through all his body (or making it worse but he didn't care tho)
When Taehyun woke up, he noticed that the nausea had subsided so it was safe to move to his bed, the uncomfortable hot feeling was now replaced by all the contrary, if he fell like burning a while before now he felt like he was freezing.
As quickly as he could Taehyun made his way to his bed, seeking for warmth between the blankets. However, after an hour, his temperature changed again, and so, the cycle kept repeating.
It was a hell of a night, Taehyun had barely slept, not to mention his stomach was still in knots. By now the others must be awake, having breakfast and getting ready for their performance at night, Taehyun decided to call a manager and see what they could do.
"Hello, Taehyun-ssi, good morning"
"Hyung, I'm not feeling well, I had a rough night" Taehyun said with a tired sigh.
"What happened?" the manager was now concerned, if it was necessary they needed to cancel his performance and Kai had to do it alone.
"I don't know, before we got on the plane my stomach was feeling kinda off, I thought it was just the excitement or the nerves about all this, but after trying to sleep I threw up, a lot, and my body was either so hot or so cold and... I'm tired... but I still want to perform".
"Okay, I'll drop by your room with the medical staff, they'll give you something that hopefully will be enough to let you rest for a while and feel better to perform, but I want to let you know that if after that you're still not feeling good then there's nothing we can do, your health comes first, Taehyun-ah".
And Taehyun was aware of that, so when the medical staff arrived to his room and connected him to an IV of vitamins and supplements and a bunch of more stuff that were supposed to make him feel better, he fell asleep, finally relaxing. He didn't know it but all the members came by to check on him from time to time and then left for some individual schedules, Soobin was there when he woke up tho, almost five hours later since he fell asleep, confused about where he was until he remembered.
"Hey, how're you feeling?" Soobin's calm voice, it soothed any of the discomfort that was left —even if there wasn't anything left—.
"Definitely much better than last night" Taehyun yawned, rubbing the sleep off of his face, Soobin stood up when some room service arrived, he put the tray of food on his legs and opened the containers, it was soup, and some other light dishes for his stomach.
"Eat something, at least just a little bit, but have something in you aside from those fluids, if you're feeling completely better manager hyung said you are able to perform, but if you're still feeling bad then you're also able to rest, they have an statement prepared and all".
Okay, Taehyun now was hungry, so he ate slowly until his appetite got bigger and finished almost half of what Soobin had ordered for him, not wanting to risk getting his stomach upset again, and when an hour passed and his body wasn't trying to reject what he ate he told everyone he was perfectly fine to perform, and started getting ready, giving his all on that stage with the support of his members.
#tomorrow x together#txt#emeto tw#txt sickfic#sick!taehyun#kang taehyun#sickfic#choi soobin#choi beomgyu#choi yeonjun#hueningkai#request
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Hi can i please request a beomgyu sickfic where he's sick but had to take care of another member/s not realizing he's even worse off. Or maybe he knew he's sick as well but just keep pushing through so the other could get better? And the members realized somehow when he broke down/collapse? Thanks btw!
Here it is. Hope you enjoy
tw: fainting
It's Probably Just Allergies
It had started innocuously enough. A sore throat here, a cough there, a couple of sneezes in the mix as well. Also ankle braces. The members of TXT were currently experiencing a bout of bad luck. Yeonjun had badly sprained his ankle a week ago and still wasn’t really allowed to put weight on his foot. Meanwhile Soobin, Taehyun, and Kai had all caught a cold two days ago. Either way, current comeback preparations have been eased up on a bit to allow rest and recuperation for the group. As much as the members protested the break, it was really the only way for everyone to recuperate and continue preparations. They were planning on having a comeback directly followed by their next tour starting. Therefore it was important for all five members to be at their healthiest.
Beomgyu was currently in the kitchen making a big pot of soup and some bulgogi. Yeonjun was in the living room watching tv and Beomgyu’s pretty sure that the other three are currently knocked out in their respective beds. Or at least trying to sleep. From where he was in the kitchen, Beomgyu was able to hear a fairly loud triple sneeze come from Soobin’s room. It was honestly quite impressive. Soobin’s room was at the opposite end of the dorm from where the kitchen is and his door is closed. Beomgyu dished up the food and placed the bowls of food on four separate tv trays they had accumulated at some point.
First he had brought Yeonjun his tray since said hyung was the closest. Then he brought the next two trays to Taehyun and Kai before bringing the final tray to Soobin. After Beomgyu made sure his group was fed, he served himself a bowl of food and joined Yeonjun in the living room. The younger man sat down with a contented sigh before digging into his food.
“How are the others Gyu-yah?” Yeonjun asked, beginning to dig in himself. Apparently the older had decided to wait for Beomgyu before he started eating.
“I think Kai is the only one that’s really been able to get any sleep. Both hyung and Tyunnie’s beds were covered in tissues, while Kai seems to only have gone through a few.” He paused for a moment to eat some more food. “Although, hyung and Taehyun have both been sneezing up a storm. I think Kai’s cold is actually mostly in his chest. He keeps coughing.”
Yeonjun nodded as Beomgyu explained how the others were doing. He honestly wishes he could help the younger out with taking care of the others, but he’s under strict orders to not put any weight on his injured ankle until a minimum of two full weeks have passed. It’s far too difficult to try to carry stuff along with balancing on crutches, so he’s had to deal with Beomgyu taking care of him as well. In all honesty, the other three could probably take care of themselves, but yesterday all three of them woke up with a decent fever and both Yeonjun and Beomgyu insisted they stay in bed until they don’t need medicine to keep their fevers down.
As soon as the two in the living room finished eating, the younger of the two immediately got up and began to clean up all the dishes. Beomgyu wound up having to quietly get the dishes from Soobin’s room, as the older man had fallen asleep. Beomgyu collected the rest of the dirty dishes and began washing them. It was one of the few times that he wished the dorm had a dishwasher, but that’s life.
After what felt like two hours, but was more like forty-five minutes, Beomgyu finished washing all of the dishes that were used for lunch. He was feeling a bit tired, so he quickly checked in on everyone before going to his own room to take a nap.
Beomgyu woke up two hours later, feeling completely groggy. He glanced at his alarm clock as he tried to wake up and startled at the knock on his door. “Come in.” He said, before trying to clear his throat of his post nap grogginess.
Yeonjun half stumbled into the room, not having gotten the hang of using door knobs with crutches under his arm. “Hyung. What are you doing up?” Beomgyu asked, somewhat alarmed.
“Soobin, Taehyun, and Kai are asleep and manager-nim finally dropped off the humidifiers that we asked him to get yesterday. Anyway, I tried to open and get them set up, but I’m having trouble carrying everything.” Beomgyu stared at him for a solid thirty seconds, blinking blankly.
“Hyung, why would you try to carry something like a box or a humidifier? You can barely carry your phone in one hand while using your crutches.” The younger man stood up and stumbled slightly, but he quickly regained his balance.
“You okay Gyu-ah?” Yeonjun asked, completely ignoring the younger’s question when he saw Beomgyu stumble.
“I’m fine. That sometimes happens when I stand up right after waking up.”
“Shit. Sorry Gyu. I didn’t realize you were taking a nap. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Yeonjun apologized.
“It’s fine hyung. It’s been two hours. So I probably needed to wake up anyway. Let’s get the humidifiers opened and set up in the bedrooms.” Beomgyu rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he walked out of his room.
Once the duo was in the living room, Beomgyu opened up the boxes and snuck into his sick members' rooms to get them properly set up. For how little it took for Beomgyu to set up two humidifiers, he found himself feeling fairly tired and tried not to sigh in relief as he sat back down on the couch next to Yeonjun.
"Want to watch a movie hyung?" Yeonjun nodded and turned on Disney+ so they could watch The Lion King. Beomgyu got up again to make some popcorn and get juice for the two of them to share before sitting next to Yeonjun on the couch.
As the movie played, the three sick members emerged from their rooms and joined in watching the movie. Yeonjun tried protesting that the trio were out of bed, but Taehyun pointed out that staying in bed all day was boring. Besides, They’re still resting, just in a different area. Kai chimed in that with all four of them in the same part of the dorm, it’ll be easier for Beomgyu to take care of all of them. Yeonjun agreed with that and dropped the subject.
The rest of the day passed just like that. All five members watched movies while Beomgyu occasionally got up to get things for one or more of his ailing members. After watching four movies, the group unanimously decided that it was time for bed. Beomgyu made sure that everyone took their medicine and had everything they needed before going to his own room to sleep.
The following morning, Beomgyu woke up not really being able to breathe and with what he could only describe as excruciating pain behind his eyes. The sliver of sunlight that was peaking through the window of his room caused him to cover his head with his blanket. Unfortunately, a minute later, his phone's alarm began blaring, signaling that he needed to get up and begin tending to his members. He shuffled out of bed, and with his eyes closed, made his way to the bathroom where everything was stored.
He opened his eyes long enough to find the excedrin and take a pill before he went back to his room for a little bit so it could kick in. Once it started to kick in and light was bearable, Beomgyu once again made his way back to the bathroom to get everyone’s meds.
The first room he went to was that of Soobin’s. As he approached, he was able to hear the leader sneeze twice. He knocked on the door before opening it, and found Soobin getting dressed.
“Hyung, why are you getting dressed? You should be resting.”
Soobin sniffled before grabbing a tissue and blowing his nose. “Can’t rest today Gyu. I got a text from manager-nim saying that he couldn’t rearrange schedules today, so we all have to be there, no exceptions.” Beomgyu sighed and nodded his head. That was not ideal.
“I’ll go make sure the others are awake and get started on breakfast then.” Beomgyu left the room and went to check on the other members. Turns out, that was a good thing, because Yeonjun, Taehyun, and Kai were all still fast asleep. No one was terribly pleased about having to wake up when they all thought that they had the day off.
Beomgyu decided to make eggs for breakfast for everyone. As he was adding the pepper, his nose twitched. He quickly placed the pepper shaker on the counter and turned to the side, sneezing twice quite harshly.
“Bless you, hyung.” Kai said before walking over and handing the older man some tissues. Beomgyu blew his nose before quickly washing his hands and getting back to cooking. It only took a few more minutes for breakfast to be made and for the group to begin eating.
The van pulled up before the five men finished breakfast, their manager arriving earlier than expected. This caused them to rush out of the dorm and at one point, Yeonjun lost his balance on his crutches and almost fell over. ONly to be caught by Soobin. Beomgyu was the last one to get to the van. First, he had decided to go grab everyone’s medicine and also blow his nose again. Ever since he had sneezed while making breakfast, his nose had been running. He also grabbed a pack of travel tissues for good measure before joining the others.
By the time that the group got to the company, Beomgyu’s headache had fully abated, but he had kept sniffling. He even needed to blow his nose just before they arrived. He wound up sneezing right after getting out of the car.
“Are you okay hyung?” Taehyun asked in a whispered voice, because for him his cold had settled in his lungs and the amount of coughing he had done led him to developing laryngitis.
“I’m fine Tyunnie. It’s just my rhinitis acting up. Pollen’s probably high if I had to guess.” Beomgyu said. Taehyun looked at him a tad skeptically and took his phone out to check the pollen count. Sure enough the pollen count was listed as high. However, while they were still trailing behind the other three, the second youngest placed his hand on Beomgyu’s forehead.
“It doesn’t feel like you have a fever, so I believe you, hyung.” Beomgyu nodded and sniffled, bringing his hand up to wipe his nose. Truthfully, Beomgyu didn’t feel sick aside from the stuffy/runny nose and the sinus headache he woke up with, he felt completely fine.
The first item up on the agenda was vocal practice. Why this particular group vocal practice couldn’t be rescheduled is anybody’s guess. Especially since the other vocal practices and lessons had been rescheduled. Either way, it was a bit of a mess. The only one that was able to properly participate was Yeonjun, even though he did wind up resting his injured foot on a chair while doing it.
Because Taehyun had no voice, he obviously couldn’t sing. Soobin and Kai were both sneezing and coughing periodically. Beomgyu did his best, but the stuffy nose caused by his allergies made it a bit difficult for him to reach the notes with the desired sharpness. He tried to begrudgingly blow his nose a couple of times, but it didn’t really work.
After that, the group was filming some kind of video for a charity. Once they entered the practice room, they found out that they would be playing various games along with some dance challenges. Before filming started, Beomgyu found himself at the tissue box, trying to rid his nose of whatever had been irritating it all day.
Once again, one of the members approached him and placed their hand on his forehead. “Are you feeling alright Beomgyu?” Soobin asked before he himself grabbed some tissues from the box.
“I’m fine hyung. It’s just allergies. Pollen’s a bit high today.” Beomgyu said before clearing his throat. Soobin nodded in understanding and went to join the others. As soon as Soobin turned around Beomgyu stifled a yawn into his fist. He found himself feeling more tired than usual, but he assumed it had been because his allergies had clogged his nose overnight and he hadn't been able to sleep properly because he had likely started snoring.
The filming had also been a bit of a mess. There was a fairly lengthy debate as to whether or not Yeonjun could do a three legged race solo, on the grounds that his one good leg and two crutches equals three legs. The other four were arguing that while technically, it could be counted as three legs, Yeonjun would still be at an unfair advantage because he wouldn’t have to coordinate walking with anyone, only himself.
Ultimately, Yeonjun was allowed to participate. Naturally he won. Although Kai and Taehyun both wound up in coughing fits afterwards. Yeonjun sat out of the dance challenges, but was able to participate in the other games.
The filming had actually taken a couple of hours and everyone was pretty tired by the time they were allowed to go back to the dorm. During the van ride, Beomgyu and Taehyun had fallen asleep. There were soft snores coming from both men, and this time it was the eldest who asked the question.
“Does anyone know if Beomgyu-yah’s okay? He normally doesn’t snore.” Yeonjun said.
“Gyu’s fine. His allergies are bothering him.” Soobin responded. Yeonjun nodded and turned back to look out the window.
“Binnie, can you and Kai carry Gyu in and I’ll wake Tyunnie?” Yeonjun didn’t say it, but he felt that the healthy member should be allowed to sleep as long as possible since he’d been taking care of all four of them. Soobin and Kai were quick to agree.
Beomgyu wound up waking just as he was getting placed on the couch. He woke up kind of slowly, but as soon as he was fully coherent, he was rushing to grab his bag to make sure everyone could take their medicine. “What does everyone want for dinner?” He asked as he grabbed a tissue and blew his nose.
“I was thinking we could order spaghetti and meatballs.” Kai said. The others were quick to agree, except for Beomgyu who went to the kitchen and began looking through the cabinets.
“We have all the ingredients right here. I’ll make it. Besides, it’s not too often that we can have home cooked meals instead of takeout.” The others kind of wanted to argue because while they’re normally so busy that ordering takeout is the easiest thing to do, they don’t need home cooked meals every day of their break. The only reason none of them actually argued was because Beomgyu is very stubborn and none of them felt like arguing a point when it didn’t matter in the long run.
Beomgyu was in the kitchen getting everything ready. He had just gotten the pot of water on the stove and was in the process of getting the noodles out of the cabinet, when his vision began swimming. As soon as he got the pasta out of the cabinet, Beomgyu saw black dots float across his vision. The next thing he knew was that the floor was getting much closer.
All four members startled at the loud crash that came from the kitchen. They all made their way to investigate when they didn’t hear Beomgyu say anything. They found him on the floor with dry spaghetti spilled all over the floor. Soobin quickly turned off the stove and he and Taehyun moved to bring Beomgyu back to the couch after they did a quick examination to make sure he hadn’t hit his head.
Yeonjun had kind of hobbled to the bathroom and grabbed the thermometer and put it in Beomgyu’s mouth as soon as he returned. “Hyung, you don’t have to take his temperature. I checked earlier and he doesn’t have a fever.” Soobin said. Taehyun rasped an agreement that Beomgyu didn’t have a fever.
“The three of you have been running fevers since you got sick. And everyone knows that if you have a fever, you’re not going to feel a fever on another person.” Just then the thermometer beeped and Yeonjun pulled the device from Beomgyu’s mouth. Right before he could read the number out loud, Beomgyu came to.
“What happened?” Beomgyu asked as he sat up, only to be pressed down by Kai.
“You fainted hyung. I think we might have gotten you sick.” The maknae said. Beomgyu shook his head at that.
“I’m not sick, guys. It’s just allergies.”
“I hate to break it to you Gyu, but allergies don’t typically come with a fever.” Yeonjun responded. Beomgyu’s eyes seemed to widen a bit at Yeonjun’s response.
“I’m sick?” He asked rhetorically. “I honestly thought it was allergies, but that does make more sense.”
“I’m going to call our manager and update him. Kai, you can go ahead and order dinner. Gyu, don’t get up unless you need to please.” Soobin said, his leader voice leaking through. Beomgyu agreed. Although he did lean forward to grab the remote so he could turn on the tv.
The rest of the night was fairly quiet. Now that Beomgyu knew he was sick, he was realizing how miserable he actually felt. The manager was a little annoyed, but ultimately expected it. It’s why their schedules had been redone for mostly light work until the week before their comeback. As the group was eating dinner and watching tv, the most recent member to fall sick fell asleep on Yeonjun’s shoulder.
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Kpop Sickfics(Boy Groups)
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by DramallamaaaJ
First book ever. I do take prompts and recommendations! Thank you for reading :)) !!!
Words: 1463, Chapters: 2/30, Language: English
Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band), NCT (Band), SEVENTEEN (Band), ENHYPEN (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Hwang Hyunjin, Xu Minghao | The8, Xiao De Jun | Xiao Jun, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Lee Jihoon | Woozi, Choi San (ATEEZ)
Relationships: ATEEZ Ensemble/Everyone, Stray Kids Ensemble/Everyone, SEVENTEEN Ensemble/Everyone, TOMORROW X TOGETHER Ensemble/TOMORROW X TOGETHER Ensemble, ENHYPEN Ensemble/Everyone
Additional Tags: Platonic Relationships, Polyamory, Protective Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Protective Stray Kids Ensemble, Protective SEVENTEEN Ensemble, Everyone Loves Choi Jongho (ATEEZ)
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