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💎🍚I can’t take it no more

Title from Pretty U (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: There was a sudden pang behind them. Seungcheol screamed loudly and much higher than any of them had ever heard his voice. And he jumped towards Jihoon, ignoring the previous warning and wrapping his hands around Jihoon’s waist in a desperate attempt of a hug.

CW: Emeto, escape room horror setting

Sickie: Jihoon/Woozi Caretakers: Seungcheol/S.Coups + Jeonghan + Minghao/The8

“Guys, I booked three escape rooms for tonight! We’re having team fun!”, Jeonghan announced cheerfully as he stepped into the practice room. “Be ready, we start at eight.”

Twelve heads turned to him, looking at him in a mix of astonishment, shock, confusion and happiness.

Seungkwan cheered, already telling Dino he was going to best him. Wonwoo looked mildly interested, happy about entertainment and puzzles and not having to organize it.

“Hyung, what if I have plans tonight?”, Jun asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Well, do you have plans tonight?”, Jeonghan replied.

“No…”

“It’s settled then.”

So by 07:55 pm they found themselves in front of the escape room building complex, most of them bouncing on their feet. They had done escape rooms for Going Seventeen before and some of them privately had done one or two but most of them were just along for the ride.

“Good evening”, a woman greeted them warmly as they entered. “My name is Mina and I will be your host this evening. In the control room there are Soojin and Insu who will take over watching two of the rooms but I’m here to explain and answer questions.”

The members greeted her, looking around. It was a stylish place, monitors showing scenes from the various rooms they hosted and there were puzzles on the walls, setting the atmosphere.

“Let me explain the three rooms and then you can sort yourself to them”, Mina continued. “First we have “Cartellage”. You are private detectives who have to solve the mysteries of the city of Shanghai and find the cartel lords in time. The second room is called “Prison Break” and just as the name says you are trying to break out from a prison before the guard comes back. Lastly we have “Witches and Witchers”. You are witchers in medieval europe trying to escape the torture chambers of the catholic church. I’ll give you some time to sort yourselves into groups.”

Surprisingly it went pretty well. Since Wonwoo and Seokmin had already done the Prison Break room they now opted for the Cartellage room. Mingyu refused to do the torture chambers. Seungcheol was about to join him in agreement when Jeonghan called: “I wanna do the witch room. It sounds fun. Cheollie, you are coming with me.”

“I am not”, Seungcheol protested, panic in his voice. “I will cry and it will be embarrassing for us all.”

“Hush”, Jeonghan said, “we’ll take Hao and Jihoonie with us. They are good at horror stuff. You’ll be fine and I am sure Jihoon will carry you out in a damsel in distress style if you need him to.”

Jihoon sighed and nodded. If he was honest, he truly didn’t care which room he had to do. Earlier he had looked forward to the evening. It had been too long since he had spent just quality time with his friends. But over the past hour some tendrils of unwellness had sneaked up on him. His stomach felt off and he was hot and cold at the same time. His throat felt tight in the worst possible way.

He just wanted to lie down and sleep. But now he was here and he was not going to let some unwellness ruin their night.

So it was decided. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Jihoon and Minghao were doing the “Witches and Witchers” room. Joshua, Wonwoo, Seokmin, Seungkwan and Dino going into the “Cartellage” room. The rest - Jun, Soonyoung, Mingyu and Vernon - would try to break out of the “Prison Break”.

💎

Whoever had built the escape room clearly had gone all for immersion. Insu, the game host, opened the door and led them inside. “You are witches and witchers in the 17th century, hunted and caught by the catholic church. You are imprisoned in the torture chambers that have taken the life of many of your ancestors and your friends. You are waiting to die but the magic in the walls is strong. Maybe you can escape before dawn. You have one hour left.”

Jihoon and his members looked around in awe. Indeed, they were standing in a dark room, a cell. There was a lantern on the wall, barely enough to illuminate the darkness. Grey walls of stone made the room look impossibly small and there was a faint wetness on the floor.

“I need two of you to go into this separate cell”, Insu told them, “and I will lock you in. Don’t be worried, it’s crampy, yes, but you will soon be able to get out. And if it’s truly too much, I can always hear and see you and I can let you out if needed. Who wants to go in?”

“Nope”, Seungcheol said immediately, “I do not want that.”

“Thanks for volunteering”, Minghao teased. “Jihoon-hyung, go with him. You’re closest.”

Jihoon didn’t protest. He didn’t mind the small, dark room. They had done worse on Going Seventeen. As the host locked the door behind them, Seungcheol tried to take Jihoon’s hand. The producer turned around and pointedly took a step back. “Hyung, if you scream or touch me, I will punch you.”

Seungcheol pouted. “Punch Jeonghan instead, he insisted I come.”

“Jeonghan is currently locked in a different cell. For now you are…”

Jihoon stopped himself as an audio recording crackled to life. It was creepy, he had to admit it. It did sound like what you would imagine the tortured soul of a middle ages witch to sound like. Seungcheol took a step closer but recoiled when Jihoon glared at him.

“Okay, we have different crosses hanging here. I’ll pull on one to see what happens”, Minghao’s voice sounded from the other cell.

“No, don’t …”, Seungcheol groaned.

“Something moved here”, Jihoon replied, ignoring the tiredness and the unwellness. His adrenaline was too high to care now. “Hold on. There is a symbol. A cross with two lines through it.”

“Oh, I think I can stick them in here”, Minghao said. “Done. Let me pull the next.”

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It took a bit of back and forth communication, hurried, determined. Jihoon and Seungcheol described the crosses they saw pulled while Minghao sorted them to the corresponding symbols. It needed careful descriptions, many of the cross symbols looking pretty much the same unless you described them well.

Minghao placed the last cross into place and there was a loud whoosh. Seungcheol tensed.

“What happened?”, Jihoon asked, not seeing anything changed in the darkness of their cell.

“The door on our side opened. We can now access the next room”, Jeonghan replied. “Oh, wow. Charming. A guillotine. An axe. Chains. Is that … oh.”

“What?”, Seungcheol asked, his voice trembling.

“It’s just a prop”, Minghao said with a laugh. “A fake tree stump with blood on it. Hyung is having the time of his life with the axe prop. There is a cage too. Lovely aesthetic, you have to climb to a second level for it.”

“Can we just work on getting us out too?”, Seungcheol asked.

“You want to go into the torture dungeon?”, Jihoon asked, incredulous.

“Well, I don’t want to stay in the dark cell with … oh my God, is that? Why does the writing on the wall say “knock-knock”?”

“Oh, that makes sense. We have a kind of morse code here and sentence ideas. Knock five times. It means hello, cell neighbour.”

Seungcheol actually whimpered when Jihoon knocked. And then, an audio, sounding like it came directly from the wall beside them. More knocks.

“I think whoever is in the next cell greeted us.”

“Knock three times, wait a second. Knock two times”, Minghao ordered.

Jihoon did.

💎

Smoke hissed as fog descended over the room. It was fake, of course, but in the tiny, stale room it clogged your nose and the back of your throat. Jihoon coughed and suddenly it all hit him again.

The tightness in his throat. The nausea in his stomach. The weakness in his limbs. He felt awful. The adrenaline couldn’t mask it anymore.

But before Jihoon could sort himself out, there was a sudden pang behind them. Seungcheol screamed loudly and much higher than any of them had ever heard his voice. And he jumped towards Jihoon, ignoring the previous warning and wrapping his hands around Jihoon’s waist in a desperate attempt of a hug.

The sudden pressure on his upset organ was not what Jihoon needed. His stomach lurched and he clamped his mouth shut, instinctively hitting Seungcheol - maybe harder than necessary - to make him give up his grip. His hyung yelped but let go. Jihoon tried to take a deep breath but it was hard with the fog clouding everything. The taste of it made him want to retch.

“What happened?”, Jeonghan asked, his laughter barely hidden.

“Something opened, I think”, Seungcheol choked out and both him and Jihoon turned around. Indeed, behind them a small chamber had opened, maybe the size of a microwave. Inside, various keys.

The leader scrambled forward and grabbed as many keys as he could. “Maybe this will get us out”, he muttered. Jihoon sighed and moved to help him. They tried key after key but none of the first ones they grabbed fit the lock to let them out of the cell.

Seungcheol grabbed the second handful of keys but in his desperate attempt to get out quicker, he dropped them and with a metallic cling they fell to the ground. Jihoon sighed, leaning against the wall. It was slowly becoming unbearable in the small cell with the fog, the slight chill in the air and the … general mood. Right now Jihoon had to admit himself that he would currently prefer anything less horror.

“I am not touching the floor”, Seungcheol declared.

“What?”, Jihoon asked.

“It looks wet and slimy. I am not touching that!”

“You were the one who dropped the keys”, Jihoon argued back. “And you are the one who so desperately wants to get out.”

Well, that last statement was a lie but Seungcheol didn’t need to know that.

“I also said I am not doing horror. You love horror”, Seungcheol replied, “just do it, Jihoonie. Please.”

Jihoon sighed but he didn’t feel like arguing. He knew Seungcheol would not do it unless he was forced and he wasn’t cruel. Besides, he truly wanted to get out now too and arguing was only going to prolong that.

He squatted down, careful to not let his jeans get soaked by whatever awful stuff was on the floor. His knees pressed against his unhappy organ and the waistband dug in. It was a horrible experience. He had to swallow hard and focused on humming one of their new songs in his mind, trying to remember the dance choreo they were just learning.

It helped marginally against the slimy, wet feeling of keys stuck in yuck. He quickly gathered them with shaking hands and stood up. He swayed upon being upright, everything spinning around him. Oh, that was bad. He took a flat breath, not keen on inhaling more fog, and turned his attention to the lock.

This time they were luckier and the fourth key he tried actually opened the door.

💎

Seungcheol stuck uncomfortably close to Jihoon as they walked into the second room that Jeonghan and Minghao were already discussing. The rapper’s breath was hot against his neck and a shiver ran down his spine. Jihoon turned around.

“Seriously, hyung. Don’t crowd me.”

“Sorry”, Seungcheol muttered sheepishly and instantly pressed himself to Jeonghan’s side. The second oldest didn’t even stop his conversation with Minghao as he turned to press a kiss to Seungcheol’s temple. “My brave hero”, he said with fondness and teasing in his voice, “you survived the opening of a door.”

Seungcheol grumbled something Jihoon couldn’t understand and didn’t care for. He looked around. The room was as Jeonghan and Minghao had described. A torture chamber, basically. He sighed, crossed his arms and leaned against the ladder that led up to the second story which was only big enough for a cage that might be able to contain a tall child, maybe.

He was content to let the others work on the next door puzzle. They were distracted and fueled by determination enough to not notice that Jihoon wasn’t participating. He truly felt bad and there was no doubt in his mind he was sick. Food poisoning maybe, but a stomach bug was just as likely.

His head ached. His stomach was churning so badly he could basically taste the bile. His limbs felt weak in that awful way that came before you were violently sick, draped miserably over a toilet while your body put you through a personal torture. It was almost poetic in the setting.

Another scream from Seungcheol, followed by a scream from Minghao.

“Hyung, you scared me”, Minghao complained but pushed past his hyungs to go first into the next room. Jihoon managed to peel himself off the comforting support and hardness of the ladder and followed behind Jeonghan and Seungcheol (clutching Jeonghan’s hand).

💎

The next room was less spooky. It looked more like an old cellar than torture chamber. Until Seungcheol shrieked. “Is that a skull? Are all of those skulls?”

“Yup”, Jeonghan replied, swinging their hands between them. “Atmospheric, I love it.”

“Okay, there is a rope puzzle. And we should be able to do something with the map and the skulls”, Minghao narrated, “let’s split up.”

Splitting up meant Jihoon in one corner, pretending to be busy, Seungcheol hindering Jeonghan's work by sticking too close and Minghao being the only one to actually work.

“Okay, let’s try pulling the rope like this”, Minghao finally announced. And indeed, his idea worked.

More fog spilled from the machines, heavy and burning. Jihoon swallowed harshly, again and again. He felt so bad. His hand wandered to his stomach, trying to soothe himself. It barely helped.

Then the door on the second level of that room swung open, giving them access. One by one they hurried up and Jeonghan actually squealed with joy.

“Look at that! So many jars. Uuuh, are those teeth? Fingers? A spider?”, he squealed, barely containing his excitement. “It’s getting more witchy, less tortury. I love this room so much.”

Jihoon barely wanted to lift his head and when he did he winced. It really gave off witch vibes now. Rows and rows of jars all over the place, each content more disgusting. There was a cauldron in a corner and a fake fire in the next. Small wooden pieces with symbols were spread over the room and there were charts.

“It’s a puzzle, I think”, Minghao said, pointing at a wall. There was a flowchart painted on wood, with symbols all over, in the middle a green cauldron. Some spaces of the flowchart were already filled in, clues. “We might need to find out which ingredients turn into what. That’s so cool.”

Jihoon walked over slowly and lowered himself onto the floor in front of the wall. The floor was dry there and so he was on eye level with the puzzle. It made sense from an outside perspective for him to be in this position. Truthfully, he didn’t know how much longer he could keep standing on his shaking legs. The stairs had taken all his strength.

“Okay, according to this paper fingers and beetles make … is that a fish?”, Jeonghan said, “doesn’t make sense but I don’t think it’s supposed to. Jihoonie, put in the right piece, will you?”

With shaking hands Jihoon filled the spaces one by one by the orders of the others, wondering how his friends didn’t notice how hard his fingers were shaking.

“I think this is it”, Jeonghan mumbled. A loud hiss sounded and, of course, more fog.

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This time, with his less than strategic position on the floor, it blew directly into Jihoon’s face. His eyes watered and the smoke filled his nostrils and mouth. The taste was chemical, metallic. Disgusting. To his horror, his stomach jumped and his throat tightened. A low gag was forced from his lips, making him lean forward as he instinctively placed his hands to his mouth.

It didn’t help much. Vomit still rushed up his throat, filing his mouth with sour bile. Jihoon couldn’t suppress a low whimper and the tears gathering in his eyes. He had thrown up in his mouth, in the middle of an escape room, while his members were just behind him.

With the greatest effort, Jihoon managed to swallow it down without retching again. To his surprise still nobody had noticed. Instead they were focused on the next part of the puzzle.

“Maybe we need to put the jars into the cauldron?”, Minghao asked, peeking at the equipment.

“I thought so too”, Seungcheol agreed, “but we don’t have a jar containing an eye. And the picture on the painted cauldron is an eye.”

“But we have the recipe to make the right ingredients”, Jeonghan figured.

Jihoon turned around, still sitting on the floor. He wrapped his arms around his stomach and tried to take a deep breath to calm the storms inside of him. The physical one, yes. But more so the emotional one.

He had just thrown up. He knew he would need to be sick again soon, his stomach already protesting the rejected emptying of its contents. He felt dizzy, awful. Cold sweat was covering his body and he was too hot and too cold at the same time though he didn’t feel like he had a fever. Worst of all, he just wanted to cry out of frustration.

He had wanted to have fun with the team. The escape room idea had been spontaneous, yes, but well received. The others were having fun, even Seungcheol had warmed up to the room.

He imagined the other rooms. Wonwoo making the cartel room team look old with his wits, while Seungkwan and Dino argued over everything. Joshua and Seokmin would be having the time of their lives too. And in the Prison Break room Soonyoung would probably make the others laugh until they were breathless, while Jun found creative solutions to riddles, while Mingyu would scream at every little thing and Vernon probably still hadn’t understood the game but was on the ride along.

And here he was. Miserable. Sick to his stomach. Just wanting to sleep.

He didn’t want to ruin the mood. He didn’t want to stop the fun. He didn’t know how to speak up.

Sorry, guys, I think I’m about to puke all over that puzzle?

He couldn’t. He really couldn’t.

💎

But he had to.

He cleared his throat, as much as he could without coughing and gagging, to speak up but he couldn’t find his voice. It was terribly awkward. Terribly embarrassing.

Every cell in his body screamed at him to not speak up.

But he did not want to be the guy who threw up in the escape room. He didn’t want the hosts having to deal with that. He didn’t want any negative attention.

Yet, he had no choice.

He knew the host, Insu, was watching them. He had given them clues before. He heard and saw them. So Jihoon turned to one of the cameras in the room, wetting his lips with his tongue before speaking up.

“Excuse me, I … I think I need to get out. Can I get out, please? I don’t … I don’t feel well.”

💎

The words hung heavily in the air. In an instant Seungcheol, Jeonghan and Minghao turned to look at him. Jihoon hid his face in his knees, unable to meet their eyes. He heard more than saw somebody kneel down in front of him.

“Jihoonie?” Seungcheol’s voice was soft, caring. There was no trace of the previous fear in it. A cool hand touched Jihoon’s cheek, tilting his head up. Seungcheol exhaled deeply. “You’re awfully pale, baby. What’s wrong?”

“Is it the room?”, Minghao asked gently from behind Seungcheol, his face worried. “Are you claustrophobic?”

“No … and yes”, Jihoon mumbled, swallowing heavily as his throat jumped again, sourness in his mouth again. “It’s my stomach, I don’t know. I wasn’t feeling great before but … I think the room made it worse. I just want to get out.”

The intercom sprung to life at that moment. “Don’t panic, we’ll get you out”, Insu’s voice rang through the room, “you just need to get to the ground-level and there is an emergency exit open. Can you do that or do you need further help?”

“I can do it”, Jihoon mumbled, not wanting to face further embarrassment. He didn’t know how he would get down the stairs but he would do it, even if it was the last thing he did.

“Let’s get you out of here, baby”, Jeonghan said, his voice full of compassion and worry. “Come on, we’ll help you up.”

Jihoon’s knees nearly buckled as Seungcheol and Jeonghan helped him to his feet, only their hands on his waist steadying him.

“I’ll go get some water and stuff ready”, Minghao said and darted down the stairs, skipping the last three steps in his hurry.

It only took a few steps past the jars Jihoon refused to look at until the three of them reached the top of the stairs too. They were awfully steep and narrow. Not even two people could stand next to each other there.

💎

“You’re not walking those down”, Jeonghan said.

Jihoon felt tears of frustration shoot to his eyes. “How else do you suggest we get down?”, he snapped, “I just want to lie down too but I don’t have a choice, do I?” Immediately he regretted his harsh words, muttering a quiet sorry.

“It’s okay”, Jeonghan mumbled, his mood not dampened by the rudeness. “You’re sick. And knowing you, terribly embarrassed. You can be frustrated all you want. Just don’t bite Cheol’s pretty head off.”

Seungcheol laughed softly. "How did you know what I was about to suggest?"

He squeezed Jihoon’s hand. “Baby, you are too unstable to walk. You look like you are going to vomit any second. I know you will hate it, but please, for the safety of it all, just scoot down.”

“Already did”, Jihoon muttered, embarrassed. “Throw up, I mean.”

“What?”, Jeonghan asked with a hint of panic in his voice, “where …?” He mustered the area behind them, then Jihoon’s shirt.

“Swallowed it down. I wasn’t going to puke on this set”, Jihoon mumbled, cheeks heating from his words. And then heating worsened as he lowered himself to sit on the highest step with Seungcheol’s help. The leader walked down in front of him, holding onto the railing and watching Jihoon.

💎

The producer felt the tears that had threatened all evening spill down his face as he scooted down the stairs, one by one, on his ass. He felt so embarrassed. And he wasn’t even just surrounded by his hyungs, but also the game hosts able to see it on their screen and sooner rather than later the other members would find out too.

When they were downstairs, Seungcheol bent down and gently wiped the tears with his thumbs. “Don’t cry, baby. You’re allowed to feel bad but don’t make this harder on yourself. If this was anybody else in your position you would want them to be safe too.”

Jihoon nodded, the words only soothing him a bit.

Seungcheol and Jeonghan helped him to his feet, lifting him to standing and then guiding him through the emergency exit. With every step Jihoon’s strength waned more and more.

And the nausea grew. It churned in his stomach, pushing upwards.

He barely registered Minghao and Insu coming towards them, just whimpered: “Bathroom, please, I need …”

He swallowed harshly, afraid to speak more.

“Down the hall, left and left again”, Insu instructed, a lilt of panic in his voice.

Seungcheol and Jeonghan didn’t rush him but they quickened their step, guiding Jihoon’s stumbling steps into the right direction.

The door was pushed open and Jihoon didn’t even manage to stumble to one of the stalls. He took a few staggering steps towards the sink and barely was able to brace himself with his forearm against the mirror before a harsh gag seized through him.

With a loud half-retch, half-cough vomit finally spilled from his lips into the porcelain below. A hand appeared on his back, another hand turned on the faucet. Water and disgusting, chunky sick rose in the sink until the hand … the hand reached inside the mess and pulled the plug from the drain, letting whatever had gathered in the sink run down it.

Jihoon gasped and his stomach clenched again. A burp rose up and with it more vomit. Jihoon squeezed his eyes shut, unable to look at the pale yellow puddle. The smell was bad enough. Sour, clearly reeking of sickness.

And yet, there was a hand on his back, running gentle circles and a soft voice in his ear. “Jihoonie, you’re okay. Hyung’s got you.” Jeonghan. His comfort hyung.

Finally Jihoon felt safe.

He was still embarrassed. He felt bad about ruining the night. He knew the other teams would soon finish and then worry would overshadow their joy of solving the rooms.

And he was still sick, his stomach churning and he knew he had a long night in front of him.

💎

But Jeonghan just soothed him and when Jihoon at last was done, he washed his hands and then gently wiped Jihoon’s mouth with a wet towel.

“You’re okay”, he whispered and pulled Jihoon into a warm embrace. Jihoon nuzzled his face into the crook of Jeonghan’s neck and took a deep breath in. The smell of the fog was replaced by his hyung’s perfume and laundry detergent. By familiarity and love.

Suddenly Jihoon felt his knees go weak and he leaned more into Jeonghan.

“Let’s get you laying down on one of the waiting room sofas”, Jeonghan said gently. “We’ve got you.”

And they got him. Minghao had borrowed (read: stolen) the big oversized hoodie Mingyu had abandoned earlier when he had been too warm and slipped it over Jihoon’s head, the huge piece of clothing swallowing him whole and wrapping him in cozy warmth down his knees. Seungcheol had set up a sofa for him, cleared it of the uncomfortable throw pillows and instead had sat down so that Jihoon could lie down with his head in his lap.

“Rest”, Seungcheol whispered. “We’ve got you.”

Notes: Big thanks to @fadedsoprano who motivated me to actually sit down and write and who beta-read this for me!

Masterlist links: Fairy's Masterlist 2024 Fairy's Masterlist 2025 Fairy's Masterlist - SEVENTEEN

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fairyniceyeah · 3 months ago

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People, I need to share an absolutely funny story from yesterday!

So I regularly have to go to the hospital for check-ups (nothing bad, actually the doctors always ask why I am there and I'm like 'I dunno, you told me to come for a check-up?').

And the legit only good part of this is the study nurse who has accompanied me for the past five years! Shoutout to Nurse W. 🤗

So she likes Stray Kids (I found out because I was watching Seventeen Lollapalooza videos last time and she was like: K-Pop????) and I went in, put down my bag and was like: "Guurl, I got tickets for Stray Kids in Paris on my birthday!"

We ended up talking about K-Pop for a bit and I ended up telling her I got tickets for The Rose and was at two ATEEZ concerts. I showed her videos of MATZ and Wonderland and I mentioned Hongjoong. Long story short: She didn't know much about ATEEZ but she ended up thirsting over our captain 😂😂😂

I love her 🥹🫰🏽

#kpop #kpop blog #stray kids #ateez #hongjoong #kim hongjoong

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fairyniceyeah · 3 months ago

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💎🐸I want to hold your hand

Title from Shadow (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: “By the time the ambulance arrived he was barely conscious anymore and he was so feverish. He seemed to be in so much pain, he was holding Jihoonie’s hand so tightly that it was turning white."

CW: emeto, hospital, panic attacks (mentioned)

Sickie: Minghao Whumpee: Seungcheol/S.Coups + Jihoon/Woozi) Caretaker: Seungcheol/S.Coups + Jun + Soonyoung/Hoshi + Jihoon/Woozi + Seungkwan

“Hyung, don't freak out.”

Seungcheol, of course, freaked out.

What else was he supposed to do? He hadn’t expected a call from Hoshi, who was supposed to be on a schedule with Woozi, Minghao and Seungkwan until late at night.

Heart pounding in his chest, he fled the dance practice room where he had been with Jun and Dino, helping them with their practice with a watchful eye. He didn’t even manage to mutter an apology to them.

Once outside he leaned against the wall, bowing forwards to hold himself up with one hand on his knee, the other holding his phone in a white-knuckled grip to his ears. He could hear how awful, how ragged and fast his own breathing was. But he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t Hoshi’s style to call, especially not during a schedule and not with those words. He was used to them coming from Mingyu who had broken something again or maybe even, without the formal speech form, from Jeonghan after he had been too mischevious for his own good.

“What’s going on, Soonyoung-ah?”, he asked, trying to steady his breathing. It wouldn’t help if he fell into a panic attack himself.

Hoshi seemed to think along the same lines. “Are you okay, hyung? Breathe.”

“I’m okay”, Seungcheol pressed out, “Soonyoung-ah, why am I not supposed to freak out?”

Hoshi sighed and replied: “We had to call an ambulance for Hao. A manager and Jihoonie are with him. The paramedics think he has appendicitis and decided to take him to the hospital.”

Seungcheol felt his head swim. Minghao. Hospital. Appendicitis. And he hadn’t been there. Of course he knew that Hoshi and Woozi, especially combined, were able to take care of the younger members well, but still the leader wished he had been there. Maybe he … no. There was nothing he could have done.

“Hyung, you still there?”

“Yeah, umm…”, Seungcheol swallowed, licked his dry lips, “what happened?”

💎

“I’m sorry”, Minghao apologized, curled into himself on the chair some staff had brought for him. Jihoon was kneeling in front of him, patting his mouth with a damp towel. Seungkwan was standing behind the sitting dancer, rubbing his neck in a comforting way. Hoshi, not wanting to crowd the sick member, stood to the side, holding a bottle and a plastic bag just in case. “I didn’t mean to ruin the take.”

“You didn’t ruin anything, hyung”, Seungkwan instantly protested, “you’re sick. It’s not your fault.”

“Kwan-ah is right”, Hoshi added, bowing to a staff member who brought an ice pack wrapped in a towel in thanks. He handed the ice to Seungkwan who placed it onto Minghao’s neck. “You should have said you felt this sick earlier.”

Minghao hadn’t looked great when he had climbed into the car that morning, wincing and in pain. When Woozi had asked, he reluctantly told them he had a stomach ache since the night but he would be fine. And he had seemed better. Well, until he had suddenly rushed off in the middle of a scene to throw up to the side of the filming location. Luckily they had been outside, so not much damage was done - though maybe some to Minghao’s pride when he realized that all staff had watched him puke.

“Still, I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, Hao”, Woozi grumbled with fondness in his no-nonsense voice especially reserved for stubborn maknae-line members. And if he had to admit it, also towards Hoshi. “How are you feeling now? Is your stomach still hurting? Still feeling sick?”

“Yeah”, Minghao mumbled, unconsciously tightening the hold he had on his stomach. “To both. But give me a few minutes, then I can continue.”

Woozi and Hoshi exchanged a worried glance. They both were reluctant to let their sick dongsaeng continue working but they also knew that filming could not just be halted for an upset stomach. Nearly all thirteen of them had fought through stomach related issues for work before, filmings, MV shootings, concerts, interviews, you name it. If any accommodations could be made, they would be done before the member could ask for them, but what could they do for Minghao?

“Do you want another painkiller, Minghao-yah?”, their manager asked, finally speaking up. He was as worried as the members were, they knew that, but the responsibility and pressure of the shooting rested on his shoulders.

“Another?”, Hoshi echoed.

“He asked for one earlier”, the manager explained. Minghao nodded in agreement to that statement but then said: “No, thank you. I … I feel too queasy to take anything right now, I think.”

“Are you sure?”, Seungkwan asked, playing with Minghao’s hair now, “it might help you feel better.”

“Yeah”, Minghao breathed out. It was clear he was still really nauseous. “Let’s go on.”

💎

It took only about fifteen minutes, if that, until Minghao suddenly clutched Seungkwan’s wrist, the back of his other hand pressed to his mouth. Seungkwan didn’t hesitate to call for a break, not caring at all if it was his place or not to do so. There was no way he would let Minghao suffer any longer if he could do anything.

“Come on”, he whispered, wrapping his hand around Minghao’s in turn and pulling him away from any cameras and the filming crew. They ended up by a tree just out of sight and Seungkwan helped Minghao crouch down so he was in a squatting position. They didn’t have any longer, Minghao opened his mouth and a spray of mostly liquid vomit wet the ground in front of him. Seungkwan placed both hands on his hyung’s shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into his nape with his thumb.

Footsteps appeared behind them and a quick glance over his shoulder revealed Woozi and Hoshi standing next to each other to help block the view of the poorly member. Both looked incredibly concerned but before any of them could speak, Minghao started to sway even as he continued to get sick. Instantly Seungkwan stepped directly behind him, so he could lean against his legs and tightened his hold on Minghao’s shoulders. Luckily it was enough to keep Minghao from falling and soon after, he was done for the time-being.

With Woozi’s help, Seungkwan was able to pull Minghao to his feet and none of them missed the pained wince on his face at the movement. Nor the groan he let out unwillingly, his hand coming to clutch his upset stomach.

“Hao”, Woozi mumbled with a sigh, “let’s take a longer break, okay? Maybe squeeze in a nap. You can’t keep going like this.”

Seungkwan was so grateful to the hyungs for making that decision. Watching Minghao be so sick was awful. They led the exhausted dancer past the crew, Minghao’s head ducked and Seungkwan was sure he was seeing tears in his eyes, frustrated and embarrassed.

💎

The break and the nap - that even the director and the filming crew had had no problems allowing - didn’t help.

Minghao had only been asleep curled up onto Hoshi’s lap and his arms holding his abused abdomen for about ten minutes when he woke up again, barely able to push himself away from the older to avoid puking on him. Woozi helped hold him up as he gagged and retched, the puddle just growing under him. Tears were running down Minghao’s face, dripping into the vomit below.

Minghao was barely done with throwing up, when the hold he had on one of Woozi’s hands tightened and he blanched even more. “Bathroom”, he whispered, panicked.

Woozi didn’t hesitate to help him up, understanding immediately that Minghao didn’t mean he was going to throw up again. Within a minute he had managed to half-drag half-carry the younger into one of the trailers at the back of the filming areas. It had been difficult - Minghao had seemed to be in so much pain that walking had been hard for him.

Seeing how shaky and ill Minghao was, Woozi didn’t dare leave him alone in the trailer, he just closed the bathroom door while Minghao fumbled with his pants and stepped back. He couldn’t hear anything but pained sobs though and his worry overruling his discomfort at disturbing the younger in such a precarious situation, so within a few minutes he knocked on the door.

“Hao?”, he asked hesitantly, “are you okay?”

It was a stupid question of course but what else could he say?

“It hurts, hyung”, Minghao sobbed, “I thought I had to … but … uhm … I don’t. Everything just hurts so badly. I … I can’t get up.”

Woozi winced internally. He knew how Minghao was about privacy. “Do you need help?”

“Please, hyungie…”

Without any hesitation Woozi pushed open the door, instantly met with Minghao’s teary face. The younger upon seeing him enter covered his face in embarrassment though it was more than obvious that he was flushing red.

“I’ve got you, it’s okay, baby”, Woozi said, a bit helpless in the face of the situation.

Helping Minghao stand up wasn’t even close to embarrassing for either of them. They had seen each other in various states of undress before of course and all their focus was on moving so slowly that Minghao didn’t cry in pain as his muscles ached and cramped. It took a long minute until Minghao was upright and dressed again and by then he was in so much pain that tears were just streaming down his pale face without him even trying to stop them.

They made it about two steps out of the bathroom when Minghao suddenly coughed and throw up dripped down his lips. The coughing painted a grimace on Minghao’s face and he cried out. Nothing much came up but it was enough that Woozi realized that they needed real help. Something was horrifically wrong with the younger.

He managed to get Minghao to lie down on his side on a couch in the trailer’s mainroom and gently brushed his hair from his face. Had Minghao been burning up this badly earlier too?

“Hyungie, it hurts so badly”, Minghao mumbled, his speech slurred. He had his eyes pressed shut and his whole face was soaked in sweat.

“I know, we’ll get you help, okay?”, Woozi soothed, hoping deep down they could get him relief soon. He squeezed Minghao’s shoulder in comfort, then ran out of the trailer.

They needed more help than they could give Minghao themselves.

💎

“By the time the ambulance arrived he was barely conscious anymore and he was so feverish. He seemed to be in so much pain, he was holding Jihoonie’s hand so tightly that it was turning white”, Hoshi explained, “the paramedics gave him some pain meds but I don’t know how much that helped.”

“Damn”, Seungcheol mumbled, pressing his free hand to his temple, “which hospital are they at?”

Hoshi gave him the name he had gotten from another manager. “You go, hyung, but take care of yourself. Manager-hyung is taking Seungkwannie and me home.”

“Okay, yeah.”

They said their goodbyes, then hung up. Before slipping his phone into his pocket, Seungcheol sent Jihoon a text, letting him know he was on his way.

As much as Seungcheol wanted to get to the hospital as soon as possible, he knew he needed to calm himself down first. It wouldn’t help if he “freaked out” as Hoshi had called it.

Just as he pushed himself off the wall to return to the dance practice room to gather his stuff and get his car keys, Jun exited the room, worry on his face as he spotted Seungcheol.

“Are you okay, hyung?”, he asked, coming closer instantly.

“Soonyoungie called. Minghao is in hospital”, Seungcheol said, ignoring the question about himself. “They think he has appendicitis. He’s been throwing up and his stomach hurts a lot. He’s got a fever too.”

Instantly Jun’s frown deepened. “Can we go see him?”

“I am on my way there but I don’t know how many people can come…”, Seungcheol trailed off as his phone started to ring again. Seeing Woozi’s contact glowing at him, he quickly accepted the call and put him on speaker.

“Jihoonie?”, Seungcheol asked, “how is he doing?”

When Woozi spoke his voice was waving and quivering in a way that Seungcheel hadn’t heard very often. He seemed to be worried out of his mind.

“Can you find Junnie for me? I don’t think that, uh, I don’t think that Minghao knows what’s going on. He keeps crying and fighting the nurses and I … I’m so sorry, hyung. I’m at my wit’s end. I don’t know how to get through him and explain what is happening. I don’t think he even understands Korean …”, Woozi rambled, clearly overwhelmed. At least he had had enough sense to call Seungcheol in case Jun didn’t know what was going on yet. Luckily, he did.

“Stop, Jihoonie”, Jun interrupted him, “I’m here. Let me speak to Xiao Ba, hm?”

“Oh, thank God”, Woozi breathed out and his footsteps sounded hurried through the phone. Then: “Hao? I have Junnie on the phone, okay? He will explain to you what is happening.”

Instantly Jun started to talk to Minghao in rapid Chinese, sounding like he was barely leaving any space between words to breathe.

By that time Dino stuck his head out of the practice room as well, curious and concerned why both his hyungs had disappeared and never came back. He seemed to be instantly able to tell that something was going on with the way Jun was speaking and he probably saw the concern on their faces.

“What’s happening?”, he asked, coming to stand as close as possible by Seungcheol without actively touching him. He seemed uncertain too, faced with the unknown situation. With a sigh, Seungcheol pulled him into his side, tucking the maknae under his arm. “Why is Junnie-hyung speaking that fast in Chinese?”

“Minghao is sick. He was throwing up at the schedule, so they brought him to hospital. Jihoonie just called because he needed Jun to translate some stuff for Hao”, Seungcheol explained, hoping the short and maybe a bit sugarcoated version of things was enough for Dino. It was enough that already he himself, Jihoon, Jun, Hoshi, Seungkwan and most of all Minghao were frightened.

“Oh no, poor hyung”, Dino said, sounding heartfelt sorry.

“They are taking him to surgery now”, Jun said with a tremble in his voice, Seungcheol’s phone in hand, call ended. “They needed him to give permission for it but he didn’t even understand what was wrong and what they wanted him to sign. He was so scared…”

“Come here, love”, Seungcheol offered, reaching out his free arm to the younger. Instantly Jun complied and wrapped his other arm around Dino. Together they stood in the hallway for a moment, just holding each other.

💎

The moment Seungcheol and Jun stepped into the waiting room, the leader had his arms full of shaking Jihoon. It was clear that the producer was overwhelmed and scared and he couldn’t blame him. From what Jun had said after the phone call it was clear that MInghao had been too feverish and sick to make any sense. The younger dancer had been crying so badly he kept throwing up and he didn’t understand what was going on at all. His Korean sure was great now but medical terms? That was even hard for native speakers.

“He … hyung, he is so sick”, Jihoon whispered, resting his head against Seungcheol’s shoulder. “I didn’t know how to help him except hold his hand. He was so scared. I don’t think he even knew I was there.”

“He knew, I’m sure”, Jun comforted, placing a hand on Jihoon’s shoulder.

Seungcheol nodded in agreement and moved his hand up to ruffle the producer’s hair. “You did well, Jihoonie.”

They all turned to look at the manager and a nurse arriving behind them, though Jihoon’s hand stayed fisted to the back of Seungcheol’s hoodie.

“They took him into surgery now”, the nurse explained, “it’s a standard procedure, so don’t worry too much. We perform appendectomies every day multiple times. Your friend is in good hands.”

“How long will the surgery take?”, Seungcheol asked anxiously. He couldn’t imagine waiting for hours now.

“About an hour is typical”, the nurse explained, “less now that they have already started, probably. I can bring you to what is going to be his room after surgery. You can wait there for him.”

Waiting was agony. It was like the arms of the clock didn’t want to move at all. There were only two chairs in the room, which meant Jun having his own and Jihoon ending up on Seungcheol’s lap. Surprisingly he didn’t mind. Normally Jihoon tended to be a pacer but right now it seemed like being in contact with his members was priority.

The manager had gone outside for various phone calls with management. Seungcheol had called Jeonghan to let him know what was going on and to have him go check on the members worried in the dorms and to spread the news. Their second-oldest hadn’t been a fan of not being allowed at the hospital but the nurse had already made sure that they knew they were already over the limit of visitors allowed and that it was an exception. Besides, Jeonghan knew that taking care of the concerned members was important too.

It was about forty-five minutes after they had arrived in the room that the door opened and an orderly was pushing in a bed. Minghao was stark pale against the sheets and he was still asleep from the anesthetics.

As soon as the orderly had left, they crowded around the bed. Jihoon was instantly clutching one of Minghao’s hands but Jun visibly recoiled from the other where there were various lines in his veins.

A doctor who entered with the manager said: “Don’t be scared of the IV-lines. He needs pain meds, some fever reducers and we gave him some antiemetics just in case. He should wake up in the next half hour. Let somebody know when he does.”

While being physically close to Minghao brought some comfort it was also hard to see him like that. His skin was flushed from his fever and he was soaked in sweat. Connected to the IVs he seemed so small on the bed. Like a young child not an internationally known idol.

“The worst is over, Junnie”, Seungcheol said and took Jun’s hand, guiding it to hold Minghao’s. “He’s okay. The surgery must have gone well, they would have said something if it didn’t.” Jun nodded hesitantly and knelt down next to Minghao’s bed, pressing his head onto the mattress.

Seungcheol took a few steps back, watching the scene. Minghao would need some time to recover but he was fine. Their friends were worried but a quick text to Jeonghan would calm them down.

Finally it felt easier to breathe.

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fairyniceyeah · 3 months ago

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Hey! ☂️ anon here! I totally get you, work is so demanding... I hope you can get some time to rest too and I hope you'll get a lot of it during Easter vacation! Fics about Hajoon and Woosung would be great! Of course if you feel like it. Regarding some ideas... Maybe something to do with their new projects such as Photosynthesis, like getting sick on the set. Another one would be getting seasick maybe when they traveled on a ship to film a music video. Woosung has lactose intolerance, this could be a prompt too. Just anything you want to write really... Thank you for all your amazing fics! <3

Hey ☂️-Anon!

Thank you so much! I actually have a few days off the next two weeks - I just have work on Monday and Friday this week and the week after only Monday, so I really hope I find time to relax!

You really inspired me or maybe the upcoming Europe tour did (I am so so so so excited!!!) - I'll take whatever it was that made me finish a fic finally!

I really hope you like this and I decided to go with both as sickies but for two different reasons;)

For you: Just the look and the sound of you making me nauseous

Lots of love,

🧚🏽‍♀️

#kpop #kpop blog #anon request #request fulfilled #🧚🏽‍♀️#☂️

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fairyniceyeah · 3 months ago

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🌹🤍🩵 Just the look and the sound of you making me nauseous

Title from Nauseous (The Rose)

Summary: Woosung still looked unconvinced. “Hajoonie isn’t feeling well either”, Dojoon continued softly, “he needs a break too. Rest. Both of you.”

CW: emeto

Sickie: Woosung/Sammy + Hajoon/Dylan Caretaker: Dojoon/Leo + Jaehyeong/Jeff

“We should probably continue practice”, Dojoon announced from where he sat slumped on an armchair in the corner. “It’s not like we have that much time left before the tour.”

Hajoon and Jaehyeong groaned in unison. They had been at it for over six hours and they still had about another four to look forward to.

Jaehyeong’s index finger was bleeding from cutting his finger on his bass string earlier but he couldn’t play with a band-aid on. Hajoon, already feeling under the weather for the past days, had a backache from playing the drums for so long - the reason why they had actually stopped for a break anyways. The poor drummer could barely move from exhaustion and pain.

“Woosung-hyung went to the bathroom a few minutes ago, we can at least sit until he is back”, Jaehyeong commented, absently sucking on his bleeding finger. “I am not getting up before he is.”

Hajoon, laying flat on his back with a hand on his forehead, let out an agreeing hum. His normally quiet attitude was exacerbated by a case of a bad cold that left his voice raspy and his throat hurting.

“You good?”, Dojoon asked, a bit worried. Hajoon really looked awful - sweaty but shivering despite the warmth of the practice room.

Hajoon was spared from answering when footsteps returned from the bathroom. Jaehyeong groaned again. “I don’t wanna get up.”

Woosung appeared in the doorway, leaning against it heavily, even his head resting against the cool wood. “I, uhm, gosh … this is awkward”, he mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

“What’s up?”, Dojoon asked, mustering their lead singer in confusion. “Did you lose your keys again? Or your phone?”

“No, it’s not that”, Woosung mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know. Maybe I caught something, maybe I ate something that didn’t agree with me … anyways, what I am trying to say: I just threw up. And I feel really awful.”

Stunned silence followed, none of them prepared for that answer. Hajoon even shifted to look at Woosung, wincing when he moved.

Dojoon was the first to break the silence, mustering their leader up and down. Woosung really looked bad, now that he got a closer look. His normally tan skin was pale, his skin and hair sweaty and he had a hand protectively wrapped around his stomach. He looked the very definition of sick.

“Let’s cancel practice for today”, Dojoon decided despite his earlier statement, “there is no sense in continuing with two of us feeling awful.”

“Look, we don’t have to…”, Woosung started but his voice was hesitant. Like he didn’t really want to protest just felt like he should.

“Sammy”, Dojoon interrupted him, standing up and walking closer. He rested a hand against Woosung’s cheek, then his forehead. “You may not have a fever but you are really clammy. You threw up. You look like you can barely stand, even less sing and play for another four hours.”

Woosung still looked unconvinced.

“Hajoonie isn’t feeling well either”, Dojoon continued softly, “he needs a break too. Rest. Both of you.”

This time Woosung nodded in agreement. Dojoon winked at Jaehyeong. It was much easier to convince Woosung to take a break for one of their sakes than his own.

“I’ll pack our things up”, Jaehyeong offered but Dojoon shook his head. He walked over to the fuse box, mustered it for a second and turned a few switches. “The instruments are off. Nobody but us uses this room anyways. Can you get Sammy to the car? I’ll scrape Dylan off the floor.”

“Come on”, Jaehyeong said and stepped towards Woosung, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Let’s get you home.” He guided Woosung out of the room.

🌹

Dojoon, meanwhile, crouched down next to Hajoon, stroking away a sweaty strand of hair from his forehead. He sighed - the younger’s skin was too warm to be comfortable. He had definitely called the right shots calling off the practice.

“Hey, baby”, he whispered gently, gently shaking Hajoon’s shoulder. The drummer didn’t react. How he had managed to drift off so quickly was a mystery probably explained by his exhaustion and sickness. “Baby, come on. Wake up, it’s time to go home.”

Hajoon slowly blinked his eyes open, glassy and full of confusion. “Hyung? Why … am I on the floor?” His voice sounded awful. Not much more than a rasp, rough to listen to and, with the way Hajoon winced, hard to speak with.

“You fell asleep, love”, Dojoon explained, running his fingers through Hajoon’s hair continuously. “How are you feeling?”

“Terrible, hyung”, Hajoon whispered. “Do we … we still have practice, right?”

Dojoon’s heart ached at the tiredness in his dongsaeng’s voice. He clearly didn’t feel well enough to continue but was ready to push everything away to do it anyway.

Yet when Dojoon replied his shoulders sagged in relief. “No, baby. We can go home and you can lie down and sleep for real. Woosung isn’t feeling that great either, he threw up, and we’re not continuing with half of us down.”

Only after a few seconds did Hajoon realise what Dojoon had said. “Woosung-hyung threw up?”

“Yeah. I’m thinking exhaustion or stomach flu but I don’t know. Whatever it is, it bought you a one-way ticket home.”

“Once we feel better, I will thank him for his sacrifice”, Hajoon mumbled, wincing as he tried to push himself into a sitting position. “Can you, uh, can you help me up?”

Dojoon was quick to wrap one of Hajoon’s arms around his shoulder, his own arm around Hajoon’s waist to lift him into a semi-standing position. Hajoon stumbled a bit, pressing his face into Dojoon’s shoulder.

“Dizzy?”

“Hm, yeah”, Hajoon mumbled. “Kinda nauseous too. Dunno if it’s just, you know, general meh or something else.”

“Let’s hope not. You good with driving home? In the back, I mean. I think Jeff put Sammy into the front seat of the car.”

“I honestly don’t know.”

🌹

And indeed, when they entered the parking garage, Dojoon supporting more and more of Hajoon’s weight with each step, Woosung was in the passenger seat of Jaehyeong’s car. The vocalist was clutching a plastic bag in his hands, clearly still nauseous.

“Let’s get you settled”, Dojoon mumbled and helped Hajoon slip into the back of the car, buckling him in. He rounded the car and sat down, noticing how Hajoon was already slumped against the window with his eyes closed.

Jaehyeong was holding out another plastic bag for him which Hajoon didn’t grab since he didn’t see. Dojoon took it in his stead, knowing Jaehyeong wouldn’t risk starting to drive without any prep. Their maknae loved his car.

“I think we should take them to Hajoon’s apartment. Woosung’s rented place is shit - full offense - and so at least one of them can sleep in their own bed”, Jaehyeong commented as he pulled the car into drive.

“Fuck you”, Woosung mumbled, though his voice lacked any heat.

“No no, Jaehyeong is right”, Dojoon replied. “I know you are only staying here temporarily but that apartment is … not great.” It was the most diplomatic thing he could think of to say.

Maybe Woosung didn’t know what to say or he had to agree but he didn’t answer.

🌹

The silence in the car, interrupted only by the sound of Seoul’s traffic and Jaehyeong cursing at other drivers, lasted only for about ten minutes.

“I don’t feel good”, Hajoon muttered and opened his eyes. His face was even paler than before and there were actual droplets of sweat running down his face. “The motion…”

Dojoon sighed. “I know, baby, I’m sorry. We’ll be there soon, I hope.”

“Well, we would be there faster if that asshole actually knew how to drive”, Jaehyeong muttered, gestured at the car in front of him and braked. Hard.

Hajoon swallowed harshly and looked at Dojoon with wide, panicked eyes. “I need a bag!”

Woosung, who had been quietly staring out of the front window, suddenly spoke up, his voice rough. “Don’t you dare puke. Or I will too.”

Dojoon - just to be safe - quickly handed Hajoon the bag and sighed. This was turning out to be a disaster. He watched as Hajoon leaned forward and opened the bag, spreading his legs and placing his elbows on his thighs for stability. He looked really bad.

“Deep breaths, love”, he mumbled, rubbing Hajoon’s back. “You’ll be okay.”

Spoken too soon.

Hajoon whimpered and then burped. Dojoon couldn’t help but wince as he watched the first wave of yellowish puke splatter into the bottom of the see-through bag. Hajoon gasped for air, the retched again, the sound aggravating and painful in the sudden quietness. Quickly the smell spread and Dojoon could pin-point the exact moment it hit Woosung.

“I … no, no, Joonie”, Woosung mumbled frantically like a prayer. “I need air. Please, can we pull over?”

“Hyung, we are literally on a bridge crossing the Han right now. I can’t pull over without causing a crash”, Jaehyeong cursed, “I am never letting any of you into my car again.”

“Sammy, why don’t you take a deep breath and …”

“Leo, shut up or so help me. Do not yoga-coach me when I am trying not to puke.” Woosung’s voice was trembling despite his rough words and he pushed the button to roll down the window extra hard as if that would make it go down faster.

“I’m so sorry”, Hajoon whispered between bouts of awful coughing. His voice was basically gone and he winced as he spoke, his sore throat probably aggravated by the bile. His lips were dry and cracked. “Hyung, I …”

He couldn’t get more words out, another burp forcing up more stomach contents into the already full bag he was desperately clutching.

“Baby, don’t apologize”, Dojoon mumbled, reaching over to help Hajoon hold the bag that was slowly slipping from his weak, trembling fingers. “You’re sick. It happens.”

“Jeff, please”, Woosung begged from the front seat, “is there anything you can do?” He was doubled over in his seat, one arm slipped between the seatbelt and his stomach, the other clutching the handhold of the door like a lifeline. He was incredibly tense and Dojoon could swear he heard a weak whimper.

“How about you don’t puke in my car?”, Jaehyeong replied, cursing as a scooter cut him off.

“Jeff, kiddo, be nice. They are both miserable and you aren’t driving the smoothest”, Dojoon admonished him slightly, knowing it was all in good fun.

“Well, my driving is the reason why we are only three minutes from Hajoon’s not … oh God, Sammy, don’t you…”

The stench of sour bile, the sound of Hajoon’s retching and the illness inside him had tipped Woosung over the edge. With a choked sob, Woosung opened the bag he had been given just in time for a wave of vomiting to come pouring out, the bag immediately sagging with the weight.

“Fuck”, he gasped, coughing to clear his mouth only for another round to hit.

Dojoon wished he had more hands. Hajoon definitely needed his help - and he was a bit scared of Jaehyeong if they dropped the full puke bag - but so did Woosung. Woosung wasn’t the biggest fan of vomiting and being stuck alone in the front seat of a car while he was sick was definitely not his best moment.

Luckily Jaehyeong managed to narrowly avoid running a red light and then they were able to pull into the parking garage below Hajoon’s apartment unit.

“You good for now?”, Dojoon asked and Hajoon shakily nodded. Dojoon took the bag of disgustingness from his hands and tied it off just as Jaehyeong parked the car. As soon as the car pulled into a stop, Hajoon opened the car door and slid out. Dojoon rounded the car and rushed to his side, finding him sitting on the cool concrete floor, leaning back against the car and gasping for air.

“Oh, no, you don’t… a parking garage floor, really?”, Dojoon muttered.

“I’m so hot”, Hajoon gasped.

“I could make a few hundred jokes right now”, Jaehyeong commented, having come to stand behind them as well, “but I think we should get you inside as soon as possible. Dojoon, you are taking Woosung this time, I swear he managed to puke on my floor mat.”

“Don’t say the bad word”, Hajoon whimpered but let himself be pulled to his feet and guided towards the elevator.

🌹

Dojoon instantly turned towards the passenger door and opened it to find Woosung still curled over, head hanging over the plastic bag in misery. He knelt down and placed a hand on the older’s back in silent support. As he looked he saw that Woosung had indeed missed the bag for a bit, a splatter of brownish bile on the floor. It wasn’t as bad as feared, Jaehyeong was just dramatic.

“Better?”, Dojoon asked gently.

“I wanna die”, Woosung rasped.

“Okay. Please wait for that until I don't feel responsible if you do. Can you tell me how you feel? And I’ll kill you if you say sick.”

“Sick”, Woosung replied, turning his head and looking at Dojoon with big pleading eyes. “Kill me now?”

Dojoon sighed. “Can you stand?”

“I feel like I am gonna puke any second again, I’m having the cramps of death and I think I may start having problems in the other direction soon.”

Dojoon grimaced. “I did not need to know that. But in that case let’s get you upstairs, okay?”

Woosung groaned but managed to pull himself out of the car with Dojoon’s help.

🌹

Once upstairs Dojoon and Woosung found Jaehyeong spreading blankets on Hajoon’s couch, the water kettle close to boiling in the kitchen and the cleaning supply closet open and missing two buckets.

“Hajoon is already passed out in bed”, Jaehyeong said, not even looking up from his task. “He’s running a fever of 38.5°C. He didn’t think he could keep down medicine but he should probably get some in him next time he wakes up.”

Dojoon nodded and helped Woosung lay down on the couch, smoothing a blanket over him and feeling his forehead. “You don’t have a fever, I think.”

“Lucky me”, Woosung groaned and then curled into himself as a bad cramp hit. “I … oh, fuck…”

He pushed himself up and rushed from the room, the bathroom door slamming after him.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you”, Jaehyeong started, “manager-hyung texted. Remember the coffee this morning? He checked the receipt and realized they fucked up the orders. The milk in Woosung’s coffee wasn’t …”

“Lactose-free”, they both ended in unison.

“Great”, Dojoon muttered. “That doesn’t explain Hajoonie though.”

“Well, with how bad he has been looking the past days he probably actually has the stomach flu.”

“Cheers to that. It’s gonna be a long night.”

“Well, you can start it with cleaning my car.”

“I don’t think I am qualified enough to take care of your baby. Tough luck.”

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