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sicjimin · 4 months

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— A Public (Hidden) Signs —

Part 2.

tw : emeto, mpreg, graphic description of vomiting

There's pitter-patters of shoes running around, and then the door burst open. Jungkook and Yoongi faces are the one that he first find. Jimin smiles weakly at them, before it contorts as he heaves again. It's another painful wave of dry heaving as it releases a final, violent, painful bout of sick from his stomach. The bag is nearly full now, the smell of his stomach acid permeating the air and the taste of bile lingering in his mouth. "Fuck .. ", Jimin curses weakly, as he looks down at the now filled-to-almost-capacity bag in his hands. His entire body feels drained and sore from the effort needed to continue heaving over and over again. "I'm done", he pushes the bag away, before letting his body slumps to the bed. He feels faint.

"Baby ..", Yoongi's sad tone making Jimin push his last bit of energy to open his eyes. "Feels better?"

"Mhm .. a bit", Jimin gulps. He curls his hand on Yoongi's, while his eyes wander. "Joon hyung ... Hobi hyung..", he calls, "I'm sorry .. i'm ruining the concert", he continues, already choked up as tears welling on his eyes. There's no words that could describe how disappointed and sad and guilty he is as now his mind has become clearer and not clouded with sickness.

He's a 10-years old idols .. how could he pull such a rookie moves? Running off from stage? Really?

"Jimin-ah .. i will actually get mad if you blame yourself for tonight. You're fine. You're sick, and your action is justified. I would rather you do that rather than suddenly passing out on stage, right?", Hoseok chastises.

"Both of it isn't good though. Jimin is sick", Yoongi mumbles, gaining a slap from Hoseok. "That's not what i mean hyung"

Namjoon chuckles, before he walks closer, "Hobi is right. Don't think about it Jimin-ah. Everything will be handled. I just need you to get better now", he assures, "Do you think you can handle the flight back tomorrow?"

Jimin shrugs, "Yeah .. i want to go to the hospital as soon as we arrived in Korea, so it's better to fly as scheduled"

"That's good", Namjoon nods, ruffling his hair before ushering the others to go clean up before they go back to their hotel.

They stay there for awhile as Jimin tries to regain his strength, before he pushes himself up, "We need to go back too hyung"

Yoongi still look at him suspiciously, "You're feeling ok? Better?"

Jimin smiles, "Yeah .. A lot better actually. I don't think you need to worry about me vomiting in the middle of the night again", he teases, getting off from the bed and let Yoongi held his waist as they walk to their waiting room.

***

"Do you think there's already article about me storming off the stage hyung?", Jimin asks quietly as they waiting for take off. Today is a better day, as Jimin hasn't throw up this morning, and Yoongi managed to make him make breakfast and it still staying down—they did not count 5 minutes hovering over the trashcan after Jimin ate all his breakfast as he just keep gagging and spitting saliva.

"I don't know", Yoongi shifts on his seat. "Have you take your meds?"

Jimin nods, turning his head to look at the older. Yoongi sighs, "Manager-nim told me that fans already makes speculating on socials. They even rising the hashtag about the company overworking you and etc", he scoffs, "It's okay .. none of it is bad. They all just purely concerned for you, borderline scared"

Jimin pouts, leaning further into his seat, as the engine starts rumbling. He immediately search for Yoongi's hands, and just like a reflex—the older immediately returns it. "I feel bad for them .. maybe i should do live after we landed, and explain everything"

Yoongi shrugs, "Sure, but hospital first, okay?", he grins, "I won't let you dodged this one"

"Fiiineee", Jimin whines, closing his eyes as he hopes that sleeps claim him very soon, and by the time he wakes up they already landed. He's not in the mood of being sick in this cooped space.

***

Yoongi didn't know why Jimin is trying to act though. He was sleeping at the first 2 hours of flight—there's still 4 hours more. And Yoongi can tell that after the little nap, Jimin isn't feeling well. He can see how his boyfriend keep sneakily rubbing his stomach, hands never stop hovering towards his middle sections ; and on particular turbulance, he can see how Jimin closes his eyes and take a deep breathe, before his hand hovering over his lips.

But the younger is quiet.

"Baby .. you're okay?"

Jimin looks surprised at the sudden questions. He must have thought that Yoongi was in too deep with his works. "Mhm? 'm fine", Jimin huffs, "A little sick but fine. I don't want to vomit .. here"

Yoongi hums, reaching to ruffles the younger hair, that gained another weight on his shoulders as he cuddles to him. "Want water? And candy? Maybe it will help with nausea", he offers.

"Mhm .. sounds good"

Yoongi quickly rummaging his bag, handing all the needed necessities, along with his meds. "Let's take a other meds in an hour, before it ran out in your body"

Jimin chuckles, "You're sooo good to me hyung"

"I know", Yoongi grins, pressing a soft kisses on his temples as Jimin shifts to make him more comfortable.

Jimin sleeps on and off during the flight, waking up few times only to munch on crackers, drink waters, and take another dose of meds. By the time they are landing, Yoongi could tell that Jimin is feeling worse. His lips paler than ever, and he dragged his steps—clinging into Yoongi's sleeves as they walk to get their luggage and everything.

"Are you okay, love? You can sit somewhere, i will process everything"

Jimin looks up to him with his lidded eyes, seems tired despite sleeping lots of hours up there. "I feel sick, dizzy and nauseous", Jimin mumbles, "I feel like i might puke anytime soon", he huffs, shifting on his feet, "Is it okay if i sit?"

Yoongi nods, nudging at Jungkook, "Go with Jungkook, i will be quick"

Jimin hums, dragging the younger with him to the nearest lounge.

When Yoongi comes back, Jimin is curled on one of the seat, with Jungkook besides him—watching the older intently like he's afraid that the latter will disappear if he looks away for a moment. "Kook-ah", Yoongi nudges him, "Is he sleeping?"

Jungkook shakes his head, "Hyung tried too, he's feeling dizzy", he sighs, "You're going straight to the hospital, right hyung?"

Yoongi hums as he sits beside his boyfriend. "Good", Jungkook leans back, his eyes hasn't moved yet. "Hyung is sick too often to my liking. I hope it's nothing serious"

"I hope so too, Kook", Yoongi sighs, before he gently shakes his boyfriend sleeping figure. "Baby, let's get moving? Our luggage already at manager-nim", he says softly as Jimin stirs, rubbing his eyes to wake himself up.

"Ah .. right", Jimin hisses. " 'm sorry hyung .. i really don't feel well now", he grunts as they walk out from the lounge. Yoongi shifts closer, instinctively wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist. "Still feeling sick?"

"Mhm .. might need a bag later, i don't know'", Jimin ruffles his hair. He groans when he sees lots of people outside. It's a usual sight, actually—and he loves it, knowing that there's lots of fans waiting for him to arrive is actually heartwarming. But not when he barely has energy to keep himself up. The flashing lights from reporters camera already makes his dizziness increase by two levels.

Jimin tugs at Yoongi's sleeves, tighten his grip there. "It's okay, walk with hyung"

But Jimin is feeling faint. He knows that Yoongi walks fast to go through that crowd, and he's not sure if he can keep up with it. Not when his stomach feels like it's gonna burst with one touch or when his head already feels like it's splitting into two. But he also need to get over it, so he can quickly curl up on the comfort of his bed that he already left alone for months.

He takes a deep breath, hiding himself behind Yoongi as he ducked his head down. He tries to tunes out everything, while keeping his pace with Yoongi and everyone in front of him. But just like as he predicts—his body can only do so much. He can feel his stomach contracts halfway, he quickly cupped his mouth to drown out a gag that escapes his lips.

The next 3 steps, Jimin can feel the waves of queasiness growing stronger and stronger. He tries to cover his mouth as he feels some bile building up in his throat. But he can't seem to hold it back like he did a few hours ago. He's way feeling too worse now, all the sickness he keep pilled up during the since morning until now has reaching it's breaking point. Jimin gasps and swallows down the acid feeling in his throat. A burp going up to his mouth, and his tongue feels bland. "H-hyung...", Jimin tugs Yoongi's sleeves back, hoping that the older could hear him despite all the screaming around them and stops. Yoongi did.

"Why?"

Jimin leans closer, "I think i'm going to be sick .. now", he tries not to sound too alarmed, but he is quite clearly on the brink of losing his breakfast.

Yoongi's eyes widen, as he looks around. He leans towards the bodyguard beside him. "Can you hold it until we reach the car? It's only few meters more"

Jimin shakes his head. "I don't know ..", Even as he says it, he's already starting to heave. His stomach contracting loudly like a wet, sloshing mass. A few chunks of food and acid come back up his throat— Jimin coughs and gags some more. His grips around his mouth tighten.

"Hyung .. what's wrong?", Namjoon rushes back, when he notices peoples behind him stops. Yoongi didn't get to answer him as Jimin suddenly gag loudly and rushing to the nearest bushes. The sudden movement alarmed everyone, as everyone sprints behind him. But Jimin can't careless. He's about to burst.

Jimin leans against the nearest wall, and then the inevitable happens: his stomach contracts and he expels all of his stomach contents. It's coming out of his body fast, wave after wave in a big gush that quickly morph into a big puddle under his feet.

"Jimin-ah ..."

Jimin looks up from his glassy eyes, seeing everyone forming a circle around him, and few hands hovering over his body to helps him. " 'm sorry", he breathes out, before nausea takes over him again.

Jimin is swaying when he's done. And if it wasn't for Yoongi already holding his waist and Jungkook was beside him—the blonde must have already fall into the ground. "Fuck .. Jimin, are you okay?"

"Dizzy ..", Jimin barely mumbles. Their bodyguard reacting fast, as they quickly scoops over Jimin's body and brings him to the car in bridal style—it all happening so fast, as they are rushing agaisnt the reporters and papparazzi too.

"Oh gosh ..", Yoongi groans when the car starts moving. "What was happening ..", he mumbles, looking at Jimin's pale face beside him. "Baby .. are you with me?"

Jimin hums, opening his eyes and smiling a little, "Yeah .. i'm sorry. I feel better now. My strength is coming back at me"

"You give us a scare .. really", Yoongi deflates on his seat. His heart still thumping loudly against his ribcages.

Jimin gives him this weak smile, "Are we going to the hospital?"

"Almost there." Yoongi mumbles as their guard is checking up their phone's GPS app. The two of them can see that they're only 10 minutes away from their destination. But the traffic around the place is heavy. Yoongi looks at him again, "You sure you're feeling okay now? Not sick again?"

Jimin shakes his head, "No. Just tired, and i think my stomach cramps"

Yoongi nods slowly, glancing down at his hand where Jimin is holding his. He sighs, fiddling with it. "We're going back to my places after this, is that okay? I'm not comfortable leaving you alone when you're sick", Yoongi propose the idea, "Or i can go to your place .. i don't know, whichever that's most comfortable for you" he asks. Yoongi doesn't want Jimin to be left alone right now, and his mind has already thought of many things that he gonna do to take care of his boyfriend instead of being home alone.

Jimin chuckles, "Anything is fine with me. But maybe your home? Holly must have missed you"

"She might have", Yoongi agrees and kisses Jimin cheek. "It's settled then"

***

"Ready?", Yoongi asks, as he sets up the tripod and phone from the staff. He giggles when he sees his boyfriend, that cuddled up in his hoodie shakes his head frantically. Jimin looks good now, his cheeks starts gaining mass and color again. His morning sickness still a mess to control, but the medication from their obgyn help quite a bit—even now, they are prepared with trashcan and bag around the live set. Just a precaution measures.

"No?? What if they all mad or weirded out or .. i don't know! There's a lot that they could say about us and i'm afraid! What if they don't want to see me again when my pregnancy reach a bigger months? What if they upset when i take a break la—"

"Love, breathe", Yoongi plops in front of him, taking both of his hands and tilts Jimin's head facing to him. "Breathe ..", he says once again, as he wipes tears that managed to slips from the younger eyes. He wants to chuckles—seeing a pregnant Jimin is sooo adorable with how his hormone fluctuates a lot, that caused him being even more moody and sensitive. It's cute. "You don't have to do it today if you're not ready"

"But .. they must have worried about me", Jimin pouts—and Yoongi agreed with that, as just few hours after they arrived at Yoongi's apartment ; the media is having a field trip. A blurry picts of Jimin puking his guts out—thanks to their members and bodyguard that managed to make a circle and covering most of his boyfriend figure when he was sick—is everywhere. There's even a thread connecting those picts with few story telling from fans about how they saw Jimin storming off the stage. They made an analysis how Jimin look pale at that day, touching his lips by nth times (they did actually counts), touching his stomach, etc etc that could support their speculation. Some saying Jimin is getting food poisoning, some saying Jimin got stomach flu from the staff—even demanding the company to do a health checkup—and some saying got a heat wave and overworked, even saying that it was because of diet that company pushed towards him.

It's ridiculous.

And their manager gives them two option, either the company makes a statement that Jimin was just feeling under weather, or they can announce it themselves through live like Jimin has already talked few days ago.

"You don't have to say anything though, you can always just assure them that you're okay, and you're just sick from food or weather .. that's okay too", Yoongi adds again, "We don't owe them anything, love, since this is our private matters"

"I knooww", Jimin whines, "But i just want to be honest with them. Rip the bandaid faster, you know? Sooner or later they will catch up too", he mumbles as he rubs his still flat stomach. Yoongi swells at the sight.

"You're right too .. the decision is on your hands, love. I'm okay with anything"

Jimin groans, staring blankly at the phone for few minutes before pushing himself up with determination, "Okay .. let's do it"

BTS 🌟 starts a Live ! 🔴

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sicjimin · 4 months

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— A Public (Hidden) Signs —

Part 1.

a.n : hi !! this is a request, actually. And wow i didn't expect it will came out this long ! sooo, i will split it into 2 parts 😁 i hope this won't be boring to read , and for anon, again i'm sorry this takes long ... i hope you're still around and like it !

tw : emeto, mpreg, graphic description of vomiting

Jimin could think of hundreds reasons of why he's feeling sick—that he also has been giving out to any other person too, "it's the jetlag, i was too exhausted", "i haven't eat anything yet maybe my stomach was upset", "i think i still get caught on the plane, i have motion sickness", "dancing way too hard always makes me nauseous to be honest, the weather tonight was quite hot too i think i lack of fresh air" — everytime they found him at the trashcan near the stage stairs, or at the change room hunching over the bag while makeup artist was left frozen not knowing what's the right step to do in the 5 minutes VCR left, or when he's disappearing few minutes before going on stage and came back with glassy eyes and red nose. And he always brushed it off, believing that all the reasons he had spewed out was actually the right reasons—he means, what else could it be? he just has sensitive stomach, and it has been that way since he's a child ; and he also always vomited only once in a day (even though it's almost happen everyday) and then he's feeling better. So he sees no reason to make a big deal to go for a check up—even Yoongi has given up at his stubbornness.

But like the saying—as good as a squirrel could jump, they bout to fall too someday.

And the saying fits Jimin now.

If he could say, today was one of the bad borderline worse day he ever had. He never felt this sick in his almost 28 years of his life. Something is definitely wrong with him.

It's started at the crack ass dawn, 2 AM, that he stirs awake. His sleep-clouded brain hasn't caught up on anything that could make him suddenly awake at this time as he looks around at his dimmed bedroom. Yoongi is still sleeping soundly, curled on his side as little snores came out of his lips. There's no misscall or any urgent messages either in his phone. There's no noises other than white static buzz from the unwatched television and Yoongi's breathing. Jimin frowns, as he feels something is off with him. He huffs—and moves his hand to curls around his stomach and give it a hesitant rub. It feels bloated. But as far as he can remember, he didn't eat that much yesterday? He even skipped dinner as they both too exhausted after the press conference and rehearsal. His frowns get deeper when the rubbing turns out pressing a wrong spot that makes him burp—he shuddered. It feels gross. It tastes like jjajangmyeon he ate for lunch earlier. He sits up, wanting to wash the aftertaste away by drinking the water—but apparently his body think that was a wrong movement, as the water sloshes around his stomach, and before he can react, it splashes back to the back of his throat. Jimin gasps, quickly clamping his mouth—as he can feels not only water, but his other stomach content also climbing up as his stomach contracts with a gag—and dashes to the bathroom.

But the force of his nausea is too strong to contain. Jimin lets out a loud, gagging belch and covers his mouth with both hands at the bathroom door. He can feel the bitter, acidic taste of his vomit in his mouth and throat. He barely make it on time as he bends over the toilet bowl and lets out another loud belch, then throws up. The retching and vomiting becoming more violent as the minutes pass. His stomach muscles contract and flutter, as if they are squeezing out the last of his lunch. At one point, some solid food comes back up—he can make the black color it's from his jjajangmyeon earlier.

"Jimin-ah .."

Jimin is so caught up in the sickness that he doesn't even notice his boyfriend right behind him, gently rubbing his back and massaging his nape. It does seem to help, too, because the force and intensity of nausea finally subsides a bit. After a minute or two, he leans back with a deep sigh of relief. "I... i wake you up?", he croaks out, sniffling as he reaches for toilet paper and wipes his teary eyes, nose, and wet lips. "I'm sorry .."

"Nah, i wake up on my own. I don't feel you beside me and then i heard you vomiting", Yoongi says softly as he flushes the toilet and settles beside the latter. "What's wrong? Why are you not waking me up if you feel sick?"

"I also don't know hyung .. it was so sudden", Jimin replies, grimacing a bit when he can still taste the bile and remnant of vomit coating his tongue. "Let me rinse my mouth a bit .. it feels weird, and makes me nauseous again", he shuffles, swaying a bit as he stands up and walk to the sink. Yoongi trails behind him silently, even watching his every movement to rinse his mouth and brushing his teeth from the mirror. Like a possessive kitten—especially with his hair fresh from sleep and sticking up everywhere.

The older quickly swoop him back to bed, making Jimin rests his head on his chest while he plays with the blonde lock. "Are you feeling better now? Want anything?"

"Mhm ..", Jimin shrugs, "It was so weird, i was feeling fine before sleeping, and then i feel bloated. I tried to drink but then ..", he groans, nuzzling further into his boyfriend crooks. "I think it was the jjajangmyeon"

"Really?", Yoongi frowns. "But i ate the same thing with you though? And i feel fine?"

Jimin shrugs again, not wanting to think too much as exhaustion catching up on him again. "Dunno ... you know my stomach is weird these days", he yawns, gaining a coos and ruffles on his hair, "That's why you should check up, Min .. there's nothing wrong with it"

"Meh .. i will feel better then"

"You are so stubborn"

"But you love me", Jimin yawns again, his words starts to slur.

"I do", Yoongi hums, "Sleep now"

***

Jimin is wrong—utterly completely wrong. Because as he woke up this morning, nausea been latching on him like a sticky tape. He hasn't throw up again yet, but he definitely will soon. He had been gagging on his hand after finishing his scrambled egg for breakfast that he ate with lots of effort. He had sucking the mint candy hard and desperately while clutching Yoongi's hand as the older whispering a comforting words on the car as his motion sickness adding the intensity of nausea waves over him. It's just .. bad. It feels like he's waiting for something to completely knocked off his resilliance and makes him throw up all over the floor.

"Still sick, love?", Yoongi plops beside him, sitting on the edge of couch that occupied by Jimin as soon as the rehearsal over. The heat outside making him dizzy, so he rushes inside as soon as the music stops and curling himself small on the couch. Jimin nods, not daring to open his mouth as his tongue feels like it's weight a ton—and he's afraid that he might vomit if he attempt to speak as he had been quietly belching on his fist for the past 10 minutes.

"Is there anything that could help?", Yoongi asks again, brushing sweaty locks that framing Jimin's flushed cheeks. Jimin shakes his head, squeezing his eyes tight. "Stay here ..", he grits through his clenched teeth, immediately taking a big deep inhale as nausea rises few levels when he opens his mouth.

"That bad?", without opening his eyes, Jimin can tell that the older is frowning hard.

"Mhm .."

Yoongi sighs, not moving an inch from his position as he keeps placing a soft touch all over the younger body, and shushing away every questions and confused gazes that the other members thrown at them. They stay like that for 15 minutes, before Jimin groans, "Gosh .. i'm going to the bathroom, it's better if i throw up now", he grunts, then snatching Yoongi's wrist to go with him to the bathroom.

True to his words, his body knows that it's a greenlight when it comes to the bathroom as Jimin immediately gagging as soon as they see the bathroom door. "Fuck", he breathes out between his clamped mouth and pick up his paces. He didn't get to find a proper position first before he lets loose another loud, heaving belch. It was empty at first. He sucks a deep breathe, as his stomach readying itself. "Hyung—", he chokes out, blindly searching for the older hands for support. "I feel so sick .."

"I know, love .. it's okay. You will feel bett—", Jimin cut off the comforting words with a deep guttural gag, followed by something solid comes up to his throat. It was harsh, as he almost dived himself to the bowl with how hard his stomach contracts. He cough up a lumpy, wet chunk of food. It stings the back of his throat and he has to work several times to get it all up. "Hyung ..", Jimin pants in the lull of it, as he keep heaving until the bile is all clear. But even after everything's out of his stomach, his stomach continues to rumble and heave. He burps several times and groans out another belch, still very queasy.

"Better?", Yoongi asks as he reaches to flushes the full toilet. Jimin shakes his head, sniffling as he stares at the swirling water. There gone his breakfast. "I don't know .. i still feel nauseous", Jimin croaks out as he press his stomach—triggering a burp.

Yoongi hums understandingly, "You're breaking cold sweat, Min. Do you want me to asks for medicine?"

"Mhm", Jimin hums before cursing under his breath, as nausea washes over him again. He gags, letting out few sprays of clear water. "Fuck .. that's it .. i'm done", he moans, letting himself slumps against the toilet seat.

"Baby .. that's dirty", Yoongi peels him away, then helps him cleans up, as Jimin clings to him—losing all his energy.

Jimin get all the stares he was expecting as soon as he and Yoongi back to the waiting room. "Sick again hyung?", Jungkook scoots closer to him while Yoongi moves around to get the meds and something light for him to much. He can't go on stage on an empty stomach, especially remembering how hard their choreo is. "Mhm", Jimin mumbles, resting his head over the younger shoulder. "You don't want to sit this one, Jimin-ah?", Namjoon asks from somewhere, "Yeah .. it's better rather than you faint on the stage", Jin chimes in too, causing Jimin to frowns at the suggestions, "No .. i can do this. And isn't it a hastle to sit me out on this one? You're making the staff works more, they need to put out an announcement, and don't you think the fans wont be dissapointed—"

"Jimin-ah, watch your tone. Breathe", Hobi cuts his rambles, and Jimin gasps, realizing what he has been spitting out and to Whom he did it. "Oh gosh .. Joon hyung .. Jin hyung .. i'm so sorry i don't know what's going on i just feel tired but it didn't excuse i lashed out like that i'm so sorry i didn't meant to—"

"Sshh ... Jimin-ah, baby ..", Yoongi peels him away from Jungkook, "Ssh .. it's okay. Joon and Jin-hyung understand you didn't mean bad. Right?"

"Yes, Jimin-ah, we're just concerned for you", Namjoon hums, squatting in front of the blonde and pat his shoulders in comforting manners, "Relax Min, i'm not upset"

"Mhm, hyung just concerned. That's it. If you think you can handle it then that's fine", Jin chimes in, ruffling his hair. Jimin sniffles, " 'm sorry .. i don't know what's getting into me"

Yoongi smiles, "Here .. there's energy bar and medicine that supposed to calm down your stomach"

***

The medicine didn't work. Jimin is tired. He has lost count how many times today he had to hide under the blind spot on the stage to bend over his knees—catching his breath while gagging at the same time. At one point, he managed to push out a gush of water over the trashcan that the staff has prepared—looking at his predicament, as that's the only thing he took during the concert. By the time the encore done, Jimin was left exhausted.

"Still nauseous?", Yoongi asks as they prepared to leave. Jimin sprawl at the couch, looking slightly paler. His usually plump lips has gone chapped with how much he throws up and gagging today. It feels like water has left his body just in 5 minutes after he took it. "Mhm ..", Jimin hums, letting Yoongi pull himself to stand up as they leave to the car. "I feel like my soul has got sucked out"

Yoongi chuckles, holding the younger by his shoulders. "Still don't want to go to the hospital? We can get a quick check up, love .. you throws up a lot, i'm worried"

Jimin groans, as he shuffles to the seat. Yoongi plops besides him. "I just want to sleep now hyung. And we're in a foreign country", he sighs. Deep down he also want to put this on stop. Feeling nauseous all the time has driving him crazy actually. "When we go back to Korea?", Jimin bargains, and it swells his heart as he sees Yoongi lits up at his words. He yelps when the older leans forward to steal a quick peck, "Deal"

***

If Jimin tought yesterday was bad, then today must've classified as Worst.

Today, the kitchen sink is the victim of his morning routine, and it was triggered by the hotel breakfast buffet. But he can't pinpoint which one that causing it as he took few small portion from the menu and ran with it. It was when he's back in his room and getting ready that his stomach starts to churn.

Before he knows it, he already lounged to the sink, hands gripping the marble counter with a force that makes his nail white, as his body wracked with discomfort and queasiness. The sound of his gagging and retching into the metal sink echoes throughout the small hotel room. The vomit splattering against the sink in heavy, wet sprays. It's not the usual soupy chunks, but a mess of bile and chunky food matter, like a brown, wet gravy. Jimin's eyes water as he keeps trying to purge the food from his stomach that's so desperate to come back up.

"Gosh .. you're throwing up a lot, love", Yoongi coos from the back. His hand adding the pressure around the younger back, patting it as he chokes on a particular deep gag—resulting in a heavy plops of thick vomit. Maybe it was the dessert this times. Jimin splutters, turning the tap, desperately to rinse his mouth and getting rid of the mess. The sight making him want to hurl more. "All of my breakfast .. ", he sniffles, "Gone hyung .."

"I know", Yoongi answers as he peels himself away to get his boyfriend glass of water. He winces when new found gag can be heard again. He trudges there back, swiping Jimin's hair in one swift motion and tied it before focusing again to the vomiting session in hand. It took him another few dry heaves before his stomach deemed it done.

"I'm so tired hyung ..", Jimin sighs, slumping against the counter as he's too tired to walk to the couch and rest properly. Yoongi is about to reply, when both of their phone ring—their manager is calling, and it's time to go. Jimin groans, before stomping his feet to go.

And it was just like yesterday, except this time Jimin didn't get to bring himself to the bathroom—instead snatching a plastic bag on the table to vomit. He didn't even know what's causing it this time. He had been feeling nauseated as always when he's in the car, but he was just resting on the couch when nausea mounting quickly. He jolts from his position, before projectile vomiting into the plastic bag. His whole body heaving with the force of each painful retch. The vomit is almost all liquid now, barely any solid chunks to his stomach's content at last.

"Jimin ..", someone was beside him, wrapping his arms around his shoulder as Jimin ducked his head down to the bag. He's past feeling embarassed as the sickness is feeling more overwhelming. "Sorry ..", still he feels bad for everyone in the tiny room have to hear him tossing his guts out.

"It's okay .. let it out"

And Jimin back at it—he coughs and sputters his way through another bout of dry heaving, expelling even more water from his body until he's practically bent over, head almost touching his knees if it wasn't for someone holding his shoulder, with his hands gripping the bag tightly. He closes his eyes and lets his tears fall as his body rumbles and churns violently without anything left inside his stomach. "Ah ... hurts", he moans when he finally managed to straighten himself.

"Better?"

Ah, apparently it was Seokjin. Yoongi was also crouching beside him with worry apparent in his eyes. He accepts water that the older hands him, taking a little sips as he isn't sure if his stomach want to cooperate now. "Thank you hyung", he murmurs, letting Seokjin take the bag away and Yoongi scurries to his side. "Baby .. you sure you still want to—"

"Hyung .. please", Jimin pleas, tired of this circling conversation. "I'm sorry .. i'm just—"

"Worried .. i know", Jimin sighs.

"Jimin-ah", Seokjin trudges towards him, but now with IV on his hand. "Do you want to take this? It will help you dehydrated, and maybe feeling better before we go up there"

Jimin nods, willing to accept anything as long as he can go on stage. Yoongi trails beside him as they walk to the emergency make-shift room, and he held his hand during the process.

The IV works wonder—Jimin was estatic that he gonna get to end the concert without a significant hitch. He was able to push through 3/4 of the concert without wanting to throw up. The nausea is still there, but at least it's never spiked up until he needs to throw up. But little did he know that it was a calm before storms—as by the time for encore, it feels like the vitamin and liquid that has been injected to him vanished into thin air. Nausea crashing at him in full force as they are singing So What—that requires him to jump around and be as energetic as he can. He did try to slow down his pace, not jumping around as much ; but it's just inevitable as he sees the audience jumping around too. How can he not gives back the same amount of energy? Even though it's at the cost of feeling his stomach content jolts at the back of his throat every time he jumps.

He reached his peak during Anpanman—the bouncy castles tipped him off the edge. After several, agonizing minutes of wrestling with his body and fighting nausea, Jimin finally just can't keep himself from being sick again. He walks away from the bouncy castles, hoping that it would lessen the churning on his stomach from the movement. But apparently his stomach has become to sensitive, that even walking around making the queasiness intensifies. His muscles feel weak and his head light—Jimin stands still, his ears ringing in between the roar of his blood rushing and the thump of his in-ear monitor ; before he rushes to the back. He can't think of anything but not vomiting his guts out on the stage. He just hopes that he didn't run off on his part. He barely make it to the stairs, when he belches. He cupped his mouth, hoping that the staff already know what's going on and turn off his mic. By the time he got down, his cheeks already filled with vomit.

Staff running off to him, catching his swaying body by the end of stairs and immediately handing him a sick bag. Jimin didn't need to try—one burp already enough to fill the bag with his stomach contents. He sucks a deep breathe ; it hurts to do so, as he still also panting from adrenaline on the stage. His breath comes as a painful gasps, before his stomach belches violently, and he feels a hot, greasy mess flow up his throat and into his mouth. He gags and burps as a bigger wave of vomit flows into the bag. His body shakes and trembles with discomfort. "Oh gosh...", he mutters again, closing his eyes and waiting for the latest bout of illness to fade.

He barely keep his consciousness during the whole ordeal as he can't pull the sick bag away from his mouth—suddenly, he's already in the emergency room, with staff surrounding him. One holding an oxygen can, another fanning him, and another helping him to hold the sick bag.

"Jimin!"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #and again another mpreg fic #sick!jimin #caretaker!yoongi

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