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sickiecloud · 11 months ago

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Habit

Sickie: Seungkwan

Caretaker: Jeonghan

Fandom: Seventeen

TW: Emeto, RPF

“Kwannie, love?” Jeonghan asked sleepily stirring as his door opened.

Seungkwan started to sob. All thoughts of sleep were gone instantly as he scrambled to turn on a light. He shushed the younger vocalist and met him in the doorway. The smell of vomit emanated from the hallway and he looked past him to see a small puddle nearby.

“Oh is my poor tangerine not feeling well?” Jeonghan cooed, wrapping his arms around the younger.

“I didn’t make it Hyung.” Seungkwan sobbed.

“It’s okay, love. Hyung will take care of it. Is it just the bit in the hallway or is there more?”

“Just that. I’m sorry.” Seungkwan sobbed.

“Do you want to go into the bathroom or are you okay right now?” Jeonghan asked.

“I’m okay.” Seungkwan replied.

“Take a deep breath, baby. You’re hyperventilating.” Jeonghan soothed.

Now that he knew what he was dealing with, Jeonghan could start to calm down the younger. Seungkwan was often hard to calm down as his brain was often going a mile a minute while anxious or stressed out and the fever he was sporting wasn’t going to help much either.

Out of habit he wanted to call out for backup. Have another member assist with cleaning or calming him down. But he couldn’t. It was just him and Seungkwan in the apartment.

“Let’s go over to my bed. The hallway can wait.” Jeonghan said gently.

Jeonghan grabbed his trash bin on the way to the bed, gently sitting Seungkwan down on it. He kneeled down beside the bed and wiped off Seungkwan’s tears with his thumbs and grabbed a tissue from a nearby tissue box to clean the snot off of his nose. Seungkwan had stopped crying and looked so exhausted.

“I’m going to go grab some stuff from the bathroom, okay? There’s a bin by your feet if you need it.” Jeonghan said softly.

“Ok Hyung.” Seungkwan sniffled.

Jeonghan swiftly went into his adjoining bathroom and grabbed a thermometer, dampened a few cloths and pulled out a better sick bin and a small bowl from under the sink, occasionally peering out to check on the younger. He wrung out the cloths and put them in the bowl, taking everything over to Seungkwan who had started to cry in the minute he’d been gone.

“Hey, don’t cry. It’s all going to be okay.” Jeonghan said gently.

“I’m disrupting your sleep. You need your rest.” Seungkwan sniffled.

“Honey, no. I’ll manage. You’re sick. You can’t help it. Come on, let’s change into something nice and clean.” Jeonghan changed the subject, getting a little pout and a nod from the younger.

“I’m going to get you a fresh change of pajamas. There’s another bin right here if you need it.” Jeonghan said before rushing off to the closet where he keeps his pajamas.

Right as he looked away, he could hear Seungkwan shuffling around. He glanced to see Seungkwan with his head over the bin, breathing nauseously. Jeonghan carefully made his way back over to the vocalist and sat down beside him, rubbing his back as he breathed nauseously over the bin.

“Let it out love, it’s alright.” Jeonghan said gently, brushing his fringe back.

“Hyung.” Seungkwan groaned before letting out a wave of sick.

“I’m right here, it’s okay.” Jeonghan soothed, using his free hand to help him hold the bin in place.

Seungkwan shook with sobs as he kept throwing up. Jeonghan had to keep reminding him to breathe between heaves as the bin slowly started to fill with sick. Finally Seungkwan finished, and he leaned back to rest his head on Jeonghan’s shoulder.

“That was a lot of puking, baby. Do you feel any better?” Jeonghan asked softly, brushing his bangs out of the way so he could wipe his face off.

“I don’t know.” Seungkwan sniffled.

“That’s okay. I’m going to dump this, okay? There’s another bin by your feet if you need it.” Jeonghan said softly, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Okay.” Seungkwan sniffled.

Jeonghan went as fast as he could. He wanted to make sure the bin was properly cleaned and done correctly, which took a bit longer in his still sleepy state.

“Can I take your temperature, love? Then we can get you all cleaned up and back in bed. Then I’ll clean up the hallway and we can cuddle.”

“Okay.” Seungkwan pouted.

Jeonghan put the thermometer in Seungkwan’s ear. It was 38.6°. Warmer than he’d like it to be. But there was little he could do. He wasn’t warm enough for a bath. That would just make him miserable and Jeonghan himself didn’t have the energy to deal with that. He couldn’t take anything yet as he’d literally just thrown up. They’d just have to wait it out.

“What’d it say?” Seungkwan asked, concerned.

“38.6. Sorry.” Jeonghan snapped back into focus.

He helped Seungkwan change his shirt, using the damp cloths to wipe off the sweat from his skin. He noticed that Seungkwan had already been wearing one of his shirts, one he’d been looking for. He felt like he should be annoyed, but he couldn’t be. Especially with the fond but glazed look Seungkwan gave him.

“There, does that feel better?” Jeonghan asked, ruffling his hair as Seungkwan yawned.

“Mhmm. I’m tired Hyung.”

“I know, love. Give me a few minutes to clean up the hallway and I’ll be there shortly.

“Will you rub my tummy.”

“Of course, baby.”

Jeonghan laid beside him for a few minutes and gently rubbed his stomach, waiting for him to drift off so he could clean the mess in the hallway. It bugged him that it still hadn't been dealt with. He had to keep reminding himself that Seungkwan needed him more right now and there was only so much one person could do.

Finally Seungkwan fell asleep and Jeonghan quickly got to work. Now he was even sleepier than he was before he helped Seungkwan get to bed. He kept finding himself falling asleep sitting up, but he got through it. He wished he had help. He really wanted to grab his phone and call for assistance. But he really didn't need it. He just wanted it out of habit. Everything was slowly put away and he trudged back to bed.

His heart dropped as he noticed the empty bed, the covers strewn haphazardly to the side as Seungkwan must have made a run for the toilet. He hadn't heard him leave but who knows how long he'd been in there. Jeonghan was mad at himself for not noticing. Seungkwan should have been his first priority.

"Kwannie, baby, you alright?" Jeonghan asked jogging to the attached bathroom.

Seungkwan had his head draped over the toilet and he looked downright pitiful.

"Sweetheart..." Jeonghan cooed, standing beside him and rubbing his neck

"I don't feel good." Seungkwan groaned, burying his face into Jeonghan's stomach.

"I know you don't, love. Do you feel up to going back to bed, you can't have much left in you."

"Yeah. I'm tired."

"Come on, bug." Jeonghan said, pulling him up and back to bed.

"Have you told the managers you're sick yet?" Jeonghan asked as he tucked the vocalist in.

"We have the day off tomorrow." Seungkwan mumbled.

"Yeah but..." Jeonghan sighed, pulling out his phone

“Hold on just a few seconds.” Jeonghan said, drafting up a quick message to send to the managers and the leader.

He then laid down in bed allowing Seungkwan to cuddle up against him. Seungkwan kept fidgeting until he was comfortable. But once he got to that point, Jeonghan would not have been surprised if he started purring like a cat. His head rested comfortably on his shoulder, his nose nestled into the crook of his neck. One of his hands held onto his shirt and for once the position was comfortable for both parties.

“I love you Hyung.” Seungkwan mumbled sleepily.

“I love you too, my litttle tangerine.” Jeonghan replied softly, drifting off to sleep as well.

Jeonghan woke up with Seungkwan patting his shoulder before scampering off, Jeonghan right behind him. He was glad he’d left a folded towel on the floor for him to kneel on if he were to get sick again as Seungkwan essentially crashed to the floor trying not to puke everywhere.

Jeonghan opened his mouth to say something but ultimately decided to stay quiet and rub his hand along Seungkwan’s spine. He was tired and Seungkwan seemed a bit too preoccupied to listen so it would really only be for his own benefit anyway.

Seungkwan had stopped puking but was nauseously breathing over the toilet, waiting for the next wave to hit. Jeonghan tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and kissed his scalp, trying to give him a small reminder that he wasn’t alone.

Seungkwan whimpered as Jeonghan pulled away. His fever had most definitely gone up over the few hours they’d slept. A million ideas of things he could do to help him ran through his head. But as he could tell from Seungkwan’s grasp of his wrist and whimpers when he was more than a few inches away, Seungkwan needed him beside him. So that’s where he’d be.

Somehow Seungkwan had ended up in his lap, still nauseously bent over the toilet. Jeonghan had been trying to pull him fully into his lap so he had a chance to properly breathe. But he wasn’t having it.

“I know you feel sick, baby. But you haven’t thrown up in almost ten minutes, just lean back and breathe for a minute.” Jeonghan spoke up.

“What if…” Seungkwan resisted, and Jeonghan could see the worry in his eyes.

“Then I deserve it.” Jeonghan shrugged.

Jeonghan had no idea how long it had been and ten minutes was a good a guess as any.

“I’m not making you leave the bathroom, I’m just asking you to remove your head from over the toilet.” Jeonghan said gently.

“That sounds like something Coups hyungie would say.” Seungkwan grumbled, leaning back against Jeonghan who took the opportunity to flush.

“What do you mean by that?” Jeonghan asked.

“I don’t know.” Seungkwan responded

Seungkwan leaned his forehead into the side of Jeonghan’s neck, allowing Jeonghan to really feel the warmth radiating from his skin as he curled up against him.

“You’re so warm, baby.” Jeonghan cooed, pressing his cheek against the top of Seungkwan’s head.

“I really don’t feel good.” Seungkwan sniffled.

“Is there anything I can do, love?” Jeonghan asked

Seungkwan grabbed his hand and put it on his stomach, doing the Dino way of asking for tummy rubs.

“Are you taking a page from the maknae’s book?” Jeonghan asked, amused.

Seungkwan hummed and relaxed a bit as Jeonghan gently rubbed circles onto his stomach. If it worked, it worked. And Worked it did.

Seungkwan was soon dozing against him. Jeonghan wished he could just text one of the more burly members to bring him back to bed, as some of the early risers would be awake by now. But, unfortunately they were alone.

“Kwannie, love. Let’s go back to bed, okay?” Jeonghan said softly.

“My tummy feels sick.” Seungkwan mumbled.

“I know, but there’s a bin beside the bed. You’ll feel better.” Jeonghan replied gently

“Okay.” Seungkwan replied, his voice soft.

“That’s my Kwannie.” Jeonghan cooed, helping him up.

“Can you take a few little sips for me?” Jeonghan asked.

Seungkwan looked apprehensively at the cup of water but took a few sips anyway. Jeonghan sent a message to the rest of the members before sliding himself back into bed. Seungkwan curled up beside him grumbling about how the water wasn't settling well. It only took a few minutes for Seungkwan to spit the water back up into the bin before curling himself back against Jeonghan's side. As much as he wanted to go ahead and clean out the bin, the sleepy vocalist curled up against him made him think otherwise. It could wait. Seungkwan wanted cuddles.

Jeonghan fell asleep quickly, sleeping for maybe an hour before hearing the familiar footsteps of an uninvited but somewhat welcome guest

"Hey, Sleepyheads." Seungcheol chuckled.

"Cheol? What are you doing here?"

"I thought you could use some assistance."

"We're fine. It's all under control" Jeonghan mumbled.

"Eh well, I'll just leave, then."

"Before you go, could you clean out the bucket beside the bed? Also check his temperature, my head hurts." Jeonghan mumbled.

Seungcheol laughed, "I'm not going anywhere, you dork."

#kpop sickfic #cloud writes #seventeen fanfic #sick seventeen

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sickiecloud · 11 months ago

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💎🍚Stay here with me

Title from Kidult (Seventeen)

Part One: @sickiecloud’s amazing Sick in the Soop

Summary: After staying up with a sick Hoshi during In the Soop Jihoon catches his stomach bug, which causes a very unpleasant ride home.

CW: emeto

Sickie. Jihoon/Woozi Caretaker: Soonyoung/Hoshi

Jihoon didn't even have the luxury to fully wake up before he was throwing up.

His throat contracted and, without warning, vomit spilled from his lips. He whined at the disgusting feeling. His mind was still fuzzy with sleep and he couldn’t comprehend much more than the fact he was feeling awful and his breathing was compromised.

He groaned as his stomach lurched violently and a hiccough brought up another wave of sick. Warmth spread over the front of his shirt and lap. He wrapped his arms around his aching organ, ignoring the sticky feeling on his arms. Then he leaned forward only to be stopped by something that restricted his movement and put more pressure on his stomach while simultaneously wrapping itself around his throat as well. He reached up and clawed at whatever threatened to choke him, whimpering.

A loud yell rang through his panicked mind.

“Jihoon-ah? Shit, Cheollie, pull over now, no, it's Jihoon-ah, he is throwing up. No, baby, careful. It’s just the seatbelt.”

A soft hand grasped his own in theirs and then the constraint was off his throat. He took a relieved breath, struggling a bit still. But then Jihoon dared open his eyes, blinking against the harsh, blinding light. He took a moment to orient himself.

He was in a car, in the backseat. The group had been somewhere? Right, yes, the In the Soop filming. Hoshi had been sick two nights ago. Said member was staring at Jihoon with wide eyes, turned around in the passenger seat. He’d been placed there just in case though he hadn’t been sick again since that night in the camper van. Next to Jihoon Jeonghan sat, having wanted to stay close just in case and now arguing with Seungcheol in the driver’s seat.

Just in case had paid off. Just with the wrong member.

“Jiho… what? Shit. Han-ah, I can’t pull over here, we’re on the freeway”, the leader called, meeting Jihoon’s eyes through the rear mirror before Jihoon had to duck down, more vomit falling into his lap. God, it hurt. His throat felt like it was on fire and his stomach seemed to act more appropriately for a rollercoaster than a simple car drive. As he gazed down, unable to look away from the orangish puddle on his lap, he realized where the vile feeling on his legs came from. Everything below his chest was coated in vomit. It was enough for Jihoon to gag again.

“Then find somewhere. Being covered in puke doesn’t do him any good - and I’m going to add to that soon too if we don’t stop”, Jeonghan argued back and then placed the hand he wasn’t using to hold Jihoon’s to rub calming circles on the sick member’s back. The producer was too tired to figure out what his hyung meant with the least sentence but he also couldn’t care less at the moment.

“Jihoon-ah, it’s okay, it’s okay”, the second oldest whispered as Jihoon’s retch turned into something that was more resembling a whimper.

“Hyung?”, he gasped, not even knowing which hyung or what exactly he was asking for. He just wanted all of this to stop. The nausea that was heavy in his stomach, still a threat. The pain all over that probably meant he was running a fever. There was vertigo that made his world spin and amplified every other symptom.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. Do we have a bag or anything? And Soonyoung-ah, please find a place to pull over”, Jeonghan ordered, totally in his element as eomma-hyung.

Jihoon appreciated the effort but just then his stomach was starting to calm down. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t still unbearably nauseous and the stench of his … mess wasn’t making it better. The cramps in his stomach didn’t let up and he was feeling so cold he was shivering in his seat. But the vomiting seemed to be over for the moment.

“There is a plastic bag in my backpack, I used it to secure my lunch box since the clasp is broken”, Seungcheol said. As Jeonghan leaned down to find the item in question in the backpack in his footrest, Jihoon dared look up. Seungcheol was white-knuckling the steering wheel, seemingly trying to drive fast and safe and steady at the same time. Soonyoung was on his phone, likely researching as Jeonghan had asked him but from the tight clench of his shoulders Jihoon knew he was upset.

It wasn’t like it was Hoshi’s fault. Sure, Jihoon probably had caught what he had had but it wasn’t like Hoshi meant to get him sick. It was just unlucky with the shared sleeping space and the cuddles. When he had woken that morning with a sour stomach and tiredness that didn’t come from lack of sleep Jihoon hadn’t been surprised. Unhappy, sure, but not surprised at all. He had just hoped he could make it home before it hit.

But now he felt pathetic and more than disgusting. While he was covered in his stomach contents (which was a terrible, horrible, nauseating and disgusting sensation) he didn’t doubt the others were very happy with the situation either.

His stomach cramped anew. Maybe he wasn't done yet after all. Before he could beg Jeonghan to hurry up with the bag, he heaved and more sick spilled into his lap, splashing into the puddle. The car seat was probably ruined anyway.

He didn’t know why but it was what caused his eyes to turn misty. His members would have to clean that up before they could continue because, honestly, there was no way Jihoon could do it in his state. The company, too, wouldn’t be happy with the soiled car.

“Oh, Jihoon-ah”, Jeonghan cooed, very much crossing the line to patronizing. Jihoon was too exhausted to care. He blinked up at his hyung, who seemed to have given up on finding the bag, and moved to look up when the seat belt slipped from his arm up against his throat again.

He ripped his hands from Jeonghan’s grip and pulled at the black fabric with force, trying to dislodge it from the holster to gain more freedom but it had locked itself. Frustrated, he pulled at it, just wanting it loose. Frustrated, tears started to fall. Frustrated, he moved his leg and the mess that had been contained on his lap dripped onto the floor before he could stop it.

With a bitter yell he gave up and sobbed.

“Jihoon-ah”, Jeonghan mumbled and reached over. Somebody was talking but over the loudness of his sobs Jihoon couldn’t tell if it was Seungcheol or Hoshi. All he could gather was the reply from Jeonghan: “I don’t know. Just, call the others and let them know we need to stop asap.”

Jihoon did not, under any circumstances, want the other members involved. He was horribly embarrassed, a mix of sickness and tears. He was an adult, part of the hyung-line, and still he had thrown up all over like a carsick child. And he was crying about it. He didn’t want to be seen by anybody like this.

He sobbed, hiding his face in his miraculously clean hands.

“I know, I’m sorry, baby”, Seungcheol said, his deep voice comforting, “I know you don’t want the others to see but we need to clean up and maybe somebody has meds against nausea. Even if not, they will be worried if we just stop without warning.”

That was what Jihoon feared but he was too exhausted to fight.

So he silently just listened as Hoshi called another member.

“Hey, hyung?”, Hoshi started. So it was likely Jun he was calling with Joshua driving the car with Vernon and Seungkwan. “Yeah, no. Jihoon-ah is sick. Hm, yeah, he’s throwing up - don’t ask. There is a small parking lot coming up in about six kilometers on the right. Can you start a call chain so we can regroup there? Thanks.”

It was humiliating hearing Hoshi tell Jun like this but deep down Jihoon didn’t even know why he cared so much. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other sick multiple times.

💎

They were the last car to arrive, having taken up the rear when they started and Seungcheol had slowed down considerably as he was a bit too distracted with his sick member. The lot was empty, barely even deserving the name but rather just a dirty road by the main road that they could stop at. Still, the other cars were parked in a way that as Seungcheol pulled up they had a free protected area in the middle, hidden from the public by the cars.

As soon as they came to a stop, Jeonghan stumbled out of the car, practically falling against the waiting Joshua. “Sorry”, he said, barely loud enough for Jihoon to hear through the open door, “I just started getting car sick, don’t worry.” Jihoon’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, he should have remembered the older’s motion sickness. But he hadn't even noticed. Not that he could have done anything to help it but, nevertheless, he felt terribly inconsiderate.

“Hey, don’t blame yourself”, Seungcheol said, having rounded the car and opened Jihoon’s door for him. “Han-ah already asked to pull over before you got sick. I’m surprised he held out this long.” Then he stopped, taking in the sight of Jihoon completely covered in his vomit.

“Oh, baby, you really did a number on yourself there”, he mumbled with a sigh. Jihoon couldn’t do anything but nod. With every minute he was getting more aware of the disgusting warmth covering him. Already his stomach was starting to somersault again.

“How about I try to get this cleaned up?” Seungcheol gestured to the car with a poorly concealed wince and turned around. “Soonyo… Wonwoo will help you get cleaned up, okay? Are you still feeling nauseous, Jihoon-ah?”

When Jihoon lifted his eyes his view was blocked by the two tall rappers, Wonwoo frowning in worry but giving Jihoon a lopsided smile when their eyes met and Seungcheol was holding a plastic bag. Looking to the left, there were Jeonghan and Joshua but also Seungkwan who had an arm wrapped around Hoshi. Jun seemed to be distracting the more sensitive (read: emetophobic) members further away.

“I don’t feel good, but I really want to get clean”, Jihoon admitted as he unfastened his seat belt. He already felt like crying again - he didn’t want help, he didn’t want to be vulnerable. But he had no choice and Wonwoo was a calm guy and the person Jihoon would seek out if he needed some peace and quiet.

“Alright, how do you want to do this?”, Wonwoo asked gently. That’s what Jihoon liked about him - he would ask what a member wanted and not assume. Not that Jihoon knew what he wanted. They stepped further into the protective circle of cars, giving Seungcheol access to the backseat and still protected from unfriendly eyes.

“Can I … can I take the clothes off now?”, the producer timidly asked. Wonwoo nodded and stepped forward, reaching out to help. He was wearing gloves, Jihoon now noticed. It deepened his embarrassment even more but he was also glad.

“I sent Dino to find you some clean clothes, probably not yours though. I have no idea whose bags are in the trunk of the car I drove, I just know they aren’t yours. Not that it matters really”, Wonwoo explained then and his hands hovered by Jihoon’s chest, shy of grabbing his shirt.

Jihoon sighed. “Thanks.” Then he looked down at himself. He really, really didn’t want to touch his puke and Wonwoo was wearing gloves. Disgust and nausea overruled the humiliation of his hyung undressing him. “Just do it.”

As carefully as he could, Wonwoo pulled the soiled shirt over Jihoon’s head, managing to contain the mess and placed the whole thing into the plastic bag he must have gotten from their leader. That was when Dino and Vernon appeared in Jihoon’s peripheral vision. The maknae looked into his direction, shook his head, pressed the stack of clothes he was holding into Vernon’s arms and then scurried off in the direction of Jun. Jihoon winced.

Vernon, however, decided to brave the vicinity of sick member and came to stand beside Wonwoo.

“Hi, hyung”, he said and smiled a bit sadly, then continued to ramble, “I’m sorry you’re so sick. Don’t worry about Dino-yah, please. He’s fine. I got clean clothes though. And I came to say that some managers are driving back to that one gas station to buy cleaning supplies and medications. The rest are gathered over there. They want to give you privacy but insisted I tell you they are always available for us...” It was horribly humiliating for Jihoon, which Wonwoo - praise his soul - seemed to get.

“Thanks, Vernon-ah”, Wonwoo interrupted him, “can you find a wash-cloth or something so I can wipe Jihoon-ah off?”

Vernon nodded and hurried off again.

“Thank you”, Jihoon mumbled, “I love him but I … I guess … I’m …”

“You’re sick, tired, feverish and very overwhelmed. Nobody blames you for that”, the older soothed, “pants?”

“Yeah.”

First Wonwoo bent down to take off his shoes so he could pull the jeans over his feet. Careful not to land in the dirt, Jihoon balanced on the mostly clean shoes, holding onto Wonwoo’s upper arm. Then came the weird part, and already Jihoon could feel himself turn red. Wonwoo opened the buttons to his jeans and tucked them off, since again Jihoon did not want to touch. In fact, he was feeling really really nauseous again. He watched as Wonwoo put the dirtied clothes into the plastic bag, feeling his stomach turn.

“Won…”, he started, cut off by his throat working against him. He hiccoughed and then Wonwoo held the bag under his chin. The same bag his clothes were in. It was so wrong..

As if he could read his mind, Wonwoo reassured: “Don’t worry about it. You didn’t plan on wearing that outfit ever again, did you?”

He most certainly did not. That thought was enough to make Jihoon retch harshly, sick falling from his open mouth on top of the clothes, getting soaked into the material. Jihoon pressed his eyes shut, trying to keep his balance on the smushed fabric of his trainers. As he kept getting sick a hand came to rest on the small of his back, steadying him, and somebody brushed back his hair.

He couldn’t very well turn around to check who it was - it couldn’t be Wonwoo who was holding the bag open with both hands. As Jihoon regained his breath, he found Vernon behind him again. The younger gave him a tight smile and kept a hand on his shoulder while Wonwoo took off the gloves, threw them into the bag and tied it off to dispose of everything.

Now standing in the cool air in nothing but his - luckily spared - underwear, Jihoon really started to shiver. There was the fever. He hissed as Wonwoo touched the wet cloth Vernon had brought to his sensitive skin, running it over his pale body to clean him off properly. Goosebumps rose on his arms and Vernon, being the best dongsaeng ever, noticed. Gently he rubbed his hands up and down Jihoon’s arms. While it was overstimulating with his fever and general aversion to touch, Jihoon appreciated it a lot. The friction caused wonderful and sorely missed warmth to spread over his skin, a stark contrast to the cold cloth cooled down even worse by the rather frigid outside temperature.

“Dino got you the warmest clothes he could find”, Vernon whispered into his ear. Jihoon nodded in thankfulness, too exhausted to speak. He had, however, not anticipated the dizziness that washed over him and left him reeling. He stumbled a bit, losing his footing on top of his shoes but quickly he was wrapped in a warm back hug. Vernon was easily able to hold him up, tight and cozy and blessedly warm. With a sigh, Jihoon let his head fall back against his shoulder, suddenly too tired to keep his head up.

“Nearly done”, Wonwoo promised and, true to his words, only a few strokes later he stepped back, putting the washcloth aside. “Alright, let’s get you dressed. You’re really shivering.”

“No shit, Sherlock”, Jihoon groused, not a hint of spite in his tone. He just wanted to be warm and then sleep, preferably for the next week at least. Maybe, despite their full schedules, he might be granted at least a day to recuperate from today. Otherwise, he’d make sure to throw up on a manager next.

Wonwoo ignored him, instead handing him a pair of Dino’s warm sweatpants. With Vernon and Wonwoo steadying him and Jihoon still nearly threatening to fall over again, he managed to pull them on. They were only slightly too long. Small mercies. He did not want to face the added embarrassment had somebody handed him Mingyu’s clothing.

Okay, he stood corrected. Mingyu’s sweatpants would have been awful. But his huge sweater which nearly swallowed Jihoon whole and went down to his knees? It was pure, warm heaven.

“Better, hyungie?”, Vernon asked, his hand sneaking around Jihoon’s waist to put it against Jihoon’s cramping stomach. It felt nice though he never would admit it.

He nodded, the motion half-way cut off by a yawn.

“Let’s get you back to a car, so you can lie down. We’ll probably need to stay a bit to, uh, well, get everything cleaned up”, Wonwoo said, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

Apparently Jihoon’s body was even too tired to flush. Instead he let Wonwoo lift him into his arms - walking sounding too much of a task and shoes not a priority at all - and carry him to a different car. Vernon opened the door and helped position Jihoon across the backseat. There was the advantage of being so short - he could lie nearly stretched out, much more comfortable than any of the taller members.

“There is a bag in the footwell by your head”, Vernon explained, his hand running through Jihoon’s hair. The producer sighed and closed his eyes.

As he dropped off, he could have sworn that his head was lifted into somebody’s lap but then he was asleep.

💎

The next time Jihoon woke up it was much more pleasant than the first time. His stomach was still sour and aching - cramping - terribly and he knew he was also still running a fever judging by the cold, dried sweat he felt everywhere. But everything was better than waking up to the sensation of vomit being forced out of your mouth.

A warm hand was running through his hair and he sighed in content, rolling over slightly to bury his face into the stomach of the person who’s lap he was laying on. If somebody asked him - he would love to stay like this until the sickness passed, thank you very much. But he was not asked and the person whispered: “Jihoon-ah, you awake?”

Soonyoung.

Jihoon turned his face and blinked open his eyes to look up at his best friend. “I am”, he confirmed, a bit unnecessarily.

“I’m sorry”, both of them said in unison, then laughed a bit at the absurdity.

“What could you possibly be sorry for?”, Soonyoung, always so quick with words, asked.

“Hm, maybe the fact that I threw up all over the car and caused unnecessary delays? I know you were longing to go home and back to work. What are you sorry for?”, Jihoon asked, a bit blearily. His fever was making thinking hard - it was like paddling through honey or mud or peanut butter or something. He couldn’t figure out why his chingu would be sorry.

“Hm, maybe the fact that I am the reason you threw up all over the car and caused very necessary delays that nobody blames you for? By the way, I think Jeonghan-hyung is actually pretty happy we stopped and - according to Shua-hyung - Minghao had been begging for a bathroom break for the last twenty minutes before we stopped. Anyways, if I hadn’t been cuddling you when I was sick maybe we could have avoided all that - don’t lie, I know from experience you feel awful”, Soonyoung answered, his signature smile gone and replaced by an unhappy frown, lips jutting out in a pout.

“Well, what was I supposed to do - abandon your sick ass in a camper van?”, Jihoon asked rhetorically, raising one eyebrow, “I’m not that much of an asshole.”

“You’re not an asshole at all, Jihoon-ah. Stop this self-deprecating nonsense. You helped me when I was sick, which I am very grateful for even if it didn’t sound like that just now. I do feel a bit bad for giving this to you, nevertheless, I really thought only my immune system after promotions sucks,”, Soonyoung replied with a sheepish smile, “guess we’re kinda even now though.”

“Guess so”, Jihoon replied and shifted to curl up closer to Soonyoung’s warmth.

“How are you feeling, Hoon-ah?”, a new voice asked and both of them jumped at the sound of Seungcheol’s voice. The leader had stuck his head into the car through the open passenger seat window. “If you think you are ready we could go on. If not, we’ll wait.”

Jihoon angled his head so he could look at the older while he took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on how he was feeling. He wasn’t as painfully nauseous as earlier, so much was true, but he also didn’t trust his stomach at all. Even sitting up seemed like it might make him sick again - resting in Soonyoung’s lap for forever sounded like the best idea. But he also wanted to go home.

“I don’t think waiting it out will help much unless we want to spend the next hours or days here”, he mumbled.

“If you …”, Soonyoung started but Jihoon pushed himself up.

“No”, he said and swallowed heavily, the movement upright making his vision swim for a moment. He was still so dizzy and now in a sitting position he was shivering again. At least his stomach didn’t seem as affected by the motion though it also had been feeling precarious earlier. “No, let’s go on.”

“Alright”, Seungcheol agreed. “Vernon is going to drive you and Wonwoo is going to be the passenger. I wanted to come with you but the managers said we shouldn’t risk contagion with more members. As if I didn’t literally just came back from cleaning the car.” He sounded a bit salty about it but continued gently: “Sorry. There is no use in moving you to a different car, our previous car is taken care of. Just relax. Also, the managers brought gifts from the gas station.”

He pulled back and opened the back door at Soonyoung’s side. Seungcheol was holding a bright red bucket in his hand and then one thing after another he pulled out medications, motion sickness patches and lastly - to Jihoon’s absolute joy - a fluffy blanket and one of those small, cute pillows.

Within minutes they were ready to go. Jihoon was wrapped in the warm blanket, only his face and hands sticking out, and deliciously warm. Motion sickness patches were stuck on his wrist - according to Seungcheol Jeonghan swore by them and if they only relieved a bit of the nausea Jihoon would take it. Lastly the bucket was placed in the footrest.

Jihoon grumbled a bit at seeing it - not wanting a constant reminder but also sensible enough to know that it was a necessity and much more accessible than plastic bags. Soonyoung who had used the time that Seungcheol was helping Jihoon get set up as a bathroom break now strapped the younger - trapped in his blanket burrito - in.

Annoyingly the seat belt, as always, slipped up right to Jihoon’s throat - his most sensitive body part at the moment - and caused a slight gag at the sensation. Soonyoung looked panicked at that, already ushering Jihoon to lean forward but nothing more happened.

Exhausted, Jihoon leaned back against the seat. “The seatbelt is at an annoying height - nothing to do about it but push it away when it becomes overwhelming.”

“Actually, you can adjust the height of the seatbelt, hyung”, Mingyu, who had arrived to apparently gather his stuff from the passenger seat, explained. “I’m surprised you don’t know that. The part where it comes out of the wall is able to be moved up and down to accommodate different heights.”

“Oh”, Soonyoung said and immediately tried it out. The seatbelt was moved down and now sat snugly against Jihoon’s shoulder like it was supposed to do.

Surprised by the unfolding events and maybe also affected by his fever, Jihoon blurted out: “I love you, Kim Mingyu. Where was this knowledge all my life?”

Mingyu, Soonyoung and Seungcheol laughed at him fondly. Jihoon pouted. It would have been very helpful knowledge earlier.

“Do you want to try some fever reducer?”, Seungcheol then asked, holding out a bottle of medication. “You’re burning up badly.”

“I think if I swallow anything it’s going to come back up”, Jihoon admitted, “especially with the motion of the car. I’ll take some later when we’re home, okay?”

The leader nodded, looking concerned but understanding.

“Alright, are we ready?”, Vernon questioned, appearing with Wonwoo behind Seungcheol and Mingyu.

“Yeah.” Jihoon sighed.

“Feel better soon, Hoon-ah”, Seungcheol said with a tiny smile, patting his shoulder. “Rest and let them know if you need anything.”

💎

Ten minutes later they were on the road again. Jihoon was fast asleep against the window again, all of them hopeful he would soon feel better.

Notes:

Please check out @sickieclouds fics if you haven’t yet! They are an absolute joy and the reason I am writing myself on tumblr!

Also, I am about fifteen centimeters shorter than Jihoon and still, nobody taught me that seat belt trick until I was like twenty. The more you know - I am telling you, having the seat belt on your throat all the time sucks…

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