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sickonthedancefloor · 2 days

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Feverish Ateez Headcanons

Hongjoong

Hongjoong simply doesn’t have time to be sick. Ironically, however, it’s his workaholic tendencies that wear down his immune system, leaving him vulnerable to whatever bug is going around. He’ll try to hide it but won’t make it very long because, when he gets sick, he gets SICK. It’s never just a cold, it’s a full blown flu. Never a slight fever, but a shivering-sweating-can’t get out of bed-somebody make everything stop spinning fever. Despite the severity of his illness, Hongjoong needs constant reassuring that work is continuing to get done and that his dongsaengs are taken care of. Seonghwa has been known to instruct the rest of the members to stay tight lipped around Hongjoong when he’s sick, not wanting to stress him out any more than he already inevitably is.

Seonghwa

Putting himself first is a concept foreign to Seonghwa. If a member is sick it’s almost a guarantee that Seonghwa will be at their side making sure their every need is met, even when that means sleepless nights and long days. As far as he’s concerned, that is his job as the oldest hyung, but it’s only a matter of time before he has pushed himself to the brink emotionally and physically and falls miserably ill himself. Even then, however, he’ll keep testing his limits until he is incapable of continuing, at which point he will retreat to his own room where he’ll attempt to reject any efforts taken by the others to care for him. That is, he’ll try until Hongjoong pulls rank as leader, leaving Seonghwa no other choice but to acquiesce.

Yunho

Yunho absolutely hates feeling vulnerable which pairs very poorly with the fact that his fevers come on quickly and always run high - high enough that he immediately feels sluggish and dazed as soon as his temperature starts rising. That’s why Seonghwa or Hongjoong tend to realize that Yunho’s sick before Yunho realizes it himself, but from there things go downhill rapidly, leaving him achy, confused, and all around miserable. The members know to handle a sick Yunho with kid gloves, fully aware that Yunho likely has no idea what is going on around him. Seonghwa seems to have the magic touch when it comes to getting him to settle down, especially after he’s woken up by a particularly disquieting fever dream or nightmare.

Yeosang

A sick Yeosang is a grumpy Yeosang. The members can always immediately tell when he’s coming down with something because his usually sweet demeanor turns sour at the drop of a dime. The minute that he’s sent home from work or sent back to bed he makes no effort to hide how resentful he is. Of course he knows that it’s nobody’s fault that he is sick but that doesn’t change how frustrated he gets when he’s feeling “left out.” Everybody knows to give Yeosang time and space to sulk but, by the end of the day, either Wooyoung or Jongho has climbed into bed with him, partially because they know how badly the chills hit him when he has a fever, but mostly because nobody can stand seeing him so upset for too long.

San

San truly and honestly does not know when to stop. Even if he did, he doesn’t particularly know how to stop. He will continue to work through just about anything until his body finally quits on him. Best case scenario - he sits down and can’t get back up again. Worst case scenario - he faints. Both of which the members have witnessed too many times. Each and every time San thinks the embarrassment of this episode will be enough to keep him from going too far again, but somehow it never does. Once he’s been tucked safely in bed where the team knows he can’t do any further damage to himself, it usually only takes a matter of minutes before Yeosang or Wooyoung receive a text sheepishly asking them to come lie down with him so he has somebody to hold while he sleeps. Unless Yunho’s already asleep, in which case San simply invites himself into Yunho’s bed and wraps his arms around him, often times not even stirring Yunho awake.

Mingi

When Mingi is sick he just wants to be left in peace, quiet, and solitude. He’s insecure about letting people see him sick. It feels too close to showing weakness for his comfort. He knows it worries the other members but it is just easier that way for him. Mingi tends to push his boundaries. It isn’t that he doesn’t know what his boundaries are, he is extremely self aware in that respect. He simply values his art over just about everything, often including his health, and struggles to apply the brakes when he goes too far. But once he’s able to ground himself again he’ll see to it that he has what he needs and surrender to some rest. The members have come to respect his need for space, even the hyungs who fought him on it for quite some time before meeting in the middle - as long as Mingi was actually taking care of himself they’d allow it, with the caveat that the door opens if and when he gets too sick to be alone. Luckily for him, however, his symptoms tend to be milder than some of the other members when he falls ill.

Wooyoung

Wooyoung is rubbish at listening to the signals his body gives him when he needs a break and coming down with a fever is no exception. He’ll work until Hongjoong, Seonghwa, or Yunho realize that something is off and bench him, which will make him emotional 110% of the time, convinced that he’s being forced to sit down because he was underperforming and disappointing the rest of the team. His emotions typically remain dysregulated until his fever breaks and the members have a difficult time calming him down once he’s upset. They can always count on lots of tears. Without fail, he craves attention from Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yeosang and wants nothing more than to cuddle and, of course, nobody can say no to Wooyoung.

Jongho

Do. Not. Baby. Jongho. He is independent and that doesn’t change in the slightest when he’s running a fever. He’ll avoid his hyungs at all costs and, when he does happen to come across one as will inevitably happen despite his best efforts, he tends to be distant, citing somewhere he has to be to do something important that he’s running late for. Eventually he’ll break though, once he’s worn himself down enough. Then he’ll slink back home and snuggle into the side of the closest hyung he can find. Jongho doesn’t have to say a word, they all know by now that this is standard operating procedure when Jongho isn’t feeling well. He truly doesn’t care which hyung he finds first, as long as they don’t say “I told you so.”

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sickonthedancefloor · 4 days

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hot and cold and hot and cold

title: hot and cold and hot and cold

word count: 1050

sickie: jungkook (flu)

caretaker: taehyung

a/n: this has been sitting in my google docs for months now. it’s for a request but idk where the request went, i think i accidentally deleted it from my ask box. something along the lines of “taehyung is a reluctant caretaker for a sick jungkook”

“Hyung?”

“Yeah, Jungkookie?” Taehyung shifts, rolling onto his side so he can look across the room at where Jungkook is tucked into his own bed.

“I’m really cold,” Jungkook whispers.

Taehyung tries his hardest not to glare. He focuses on how pathetic Jungkook looks right now. He’s wrapped up in his comforter, with only his eyes and nose visible, and he’s shivering. His cheeks are fever-pink and his nose is red and chapped and his eyes are wide and innocent but Taehyung knows better. Taehyung knows it’s all an act.

“You’re cold,” he repeats flatly, and Jungkook nods.

“I’m so, so–” Jungkook sucks in a sudden, pathetic breath of air. His nose scrunches up. Taehyung isn’t sure if he’s about to puke or about to sneeze, but he doesn’t care. Not even a little bit. Not even a single ounce of caring. He’s only inching toward the trash can for his own, selfish reasons. He’s not cleaning vomit off the floor again.

“tsh’choo!”

A sneeze then. A tiny, cute little sneeze. NO– Taehyung reminds himself quickly. A pathetic sneeze. The sneeze of a monster.

“Hyung?” Jungkook sniffles once, twice, three times. “Do we have any tissues?”

Taehyung glares at the box of tissues, which is right on Jungkook’s nightstand, one inch from his head. Then, he sighs loudly, and stands up.

“Yep.” He glares some more at the tissues. “We have tissues.” He waves his hand at said tissues. “Right there. On your nightstand. Next to your head.”

“ahh’TSH!”

“Bless you,” Taehyung coos, watching Jungkook’s nose twitch. “I mean. Tissues. They’re right next to your head.”

Another triple-sniffle-wide-eye combo. Taehyung might possibly be dealing with the devil himself.

“Hyung?”

Taehyung gulps.

“Can you please get me a tissue?” Jungkook asks sweetly. As sweet as he can with his voice marred by thick congestion. As sweet as he can for someone so menacingly evil.

Taehyung sighs. He quickly closes the distance between their beds. He plucks a tissue violently from the box. He holds it in front of Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook shivers so hard his teeth chatter– which is obviously an exaggeration, anyone can see that– and then makes a show of pulling one arm out of the blanket to accept the tissue.

“Thank you, hyung,” he says once he’s done blowing his nose. “Since you’re up, can you please get me another blanket?”

Manners. Jungkook’s always using his manners. Please hyung this and please hyung that. Taehyung knows it’s all just an act.

Jungkook coughs weakly, and Taehyung can hear the congestion in his chest rattling around. It sounds…really bad.

Taehyung grabs another blanket, one that’s folded at the end of Jungkook’s bed. Taehyung folded it himself and put it there not ten minutes ago. His hands are trembling as he unfolds it again and slowly, carefully drapes it over Jungkook’s shivering frame. He tucks Jungkook in. It’s a warm blanket. Too warm, some might say.

Once Jungkook is bundled up like a burrito– not a good burrito, but a burrito with too many extra tortillas– Taehyung climbs back into his own bed. He feels like his limbs weigh too much. He’s amped, but not in a good way.

“Hyung?” Jungkook rasps as soon as Taehyung’s head hits the pillow.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Deeper breath in. Four shallow, shaky breaths out. “What is it, Jungkookie?”

There’s a silence that lasts longer than Taehyung’s patience. He sits back up and throws his hands into the air. “What, Jungkook?”

“I’m hot now,” Jungkook whispers in response.

Taehyung understands for the first time in his life what the expression seeing red means.

When the anger dissipates, Taehyung finds himself standing over Jungkook tearing the blankets off of him. “Make up your mind!” He begs. “Are you hot or are you cold?!” He throws the blanket and the comforter across the room. “How can you be too cold with one blanket, but too hot with two blankets?”

Jungkook blinks up at him.

“Too cold with no blankets, but too hot with three blankets?!” Taehyung continues.

The color is draining from Jungkook’s face. Taehyung is almost certain he’ll puke in the next five minutes.

“Would a half of a blanket work? Do we have the wrong type of blankets?”

Jungkook’s eyes are brimming with tears.

Taehyung drops to his knees next to the bed. He grabs two fistfuls of Jungkook’s sheets with his hands and buries his face against the mattress.

After a moment, a hand pats the top of his head. “I’m sorry,” Jungkook whispers.

“No, I’m sorry,” Taehyung whines. He peeks up at Jungkook. “I don’t like it when you have the flu.”

“I don’t like having the flu,” Jungkook replies in a small voice. He scrubs a hand over his eyes. “Because I’m really co–”

“Don’t say it!” Taehyung nearly screams. “If you say you’re hot or cold one more time, I’m going to leave you to fend for yourself!”

Jungkook sniffles. He rubs a finger under his nose. Back and forth. Back and forth. He’s making his nose even more red and chapped. He stares at Taehyung with wide, not innocent eyes. Devil eyes. Monster eyes.

It’s like the word please is written on Jungkook’s eyeballs.

As Taehyung gathers the blanket and comforter from the other side of the room, Jungkook makes his way on shaky legs the few feet from his bed to Taehyung’s bed. He climbs in and lies down right in the middle. He pulls Taehyung’s comforter up to his chin and waits patiently.

“Brrr,” he says when Taehyung gets under the covers with him. “I’m glad you have such a nice, cozy, warm comforter. Feel the goosebumps on my arms, hyung.”

He holds out his arm for Taehyung to feel.

Taehyung manhandles him onto his side and spoons him from behind instead.

“Thank you, hyung,” Jungkook says as Taehyung draps an arm over his waist, over the comforter but under the second blanket on top of them. Then, he sneezes and shakes the whole bed.

“htsh’shoo!”

Taehyung tenses. He lifts his head and glances at the box of tissues that’s still on Jungkook’s nightstand. Jungkook sniffles, sniffles, sniffles. He clears his throat.

“Hyung?”

It might be a world record, how many times Taehyung has sighed in one single day.

“Hmm?”

“I’m too hot now.”

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sickonthedancefloor · 7 days

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YESS post any content you have <3333

okay so i have some clips

Taehyun sneezing/Yeonjun and Hueningkai coughing

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sickonthedancefloor · 8 days

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Ateez - Flu - Part 7

It all happened so fast. Much too fast for Hongjoong’s brain to compute. He only snapped out of it when Yeosang, struggling to shoulder San’s dead weight, suddenly yelled out for Seonghwa.

Seonghwa appeared at his door almost instantly, startled awake by Yeosang’s panicked voice. Hongjoong stood motionless with his mouth agape, the box of popsicles that San had just handed him clutched awkwardly against his chest.

San came to fairly quickly once Yeosang and Seonghwa got him to the couch with his feet propped up on a stack of pillows, but for Hongjoong it felt like ages. He could hear Wooyoung crying, which came as a surprise to him. He hadn’t seen Wooyoung get out of bed. And then somebody in the washroom vomiting. Another surprise to Hongjoong. When had somebody gone into the washroom? When did he even leave the washroom for somebody else to go inside?

“Hyung!”

Hongjoong hadn’t noticed that he closed his eyes until they snapped back open at the sound of Jongho’s voice. He heard bits and pieces of what Jongho was saying and he could see Jongho’s eyes growing wider and wider with each passing second.

Hongjoong suddenly felt the wall against his back as his knees gave out underneath him. Jongho’s face, which was much farther away from him than it had been a second ago, seemed suspended in time.

Until he felt two strong hands cupping his face.

“Hyung, don’t close your eyes. What’s wrong?” Jongho’s voice was coming through more clearly now that he was seated.

“Sorry…” Hongjoong replied, trying his keep his eyes open at the very least. “I guess I got startled…”

Apparently he wasn’t very convincing, because Jongho’s grip on his cheeks tightened.

“Hyung don’t fall asleep!”

That confused Hongjoong. Of course he wasn’t going to fall asleep…

…but actually, maybe he was?

*~*~*~*~*~

“You’re a stupid idiot, you know that right?” Seonghwa huffed as Hongjoong shifted awkwardly in his bed, trying to will the daggers in Seonghwa’s eyes to focus elsewhere.

“Is San okay?” Hongjoong knew that Seonghwa’s lecture would be forthcoming but his concern over his dongsaengs needed to be assuaged before he could focus on anything else.

Seonghwa softened at that, taking a seat on the edge of Hongjoong’s bed. “He’s okay, Yeosang and Jongho are tag teaming getting him and Wooyoung to bed.” Hongjoong nodded, soaking in the relative silence before it was broken by a muffled gag from the washroom. Both Seonghwa and Hongjoong cringed at the sound.

“Yunho,” Seonghwa chimed in before Hongjoong even had to ask who it was. “Again.”

Hongjoong hung his head, irritated with himself for taking Seonghwa’s attention away from the others, angry that he couldn’t help take care of his younger members, and overall aggravated that he had managed to get this sick. He was about to send Seonghwa away when Seonghwa seemed to read his mind again.

“Mingi’s got him. Apparently the only thing that will get Mingi to come out of his room when he’s sick is Yunho being sicker.” They both let out a chuckle at that before Jongho appeared in the doorway.

“Wooyoung-hyung is asking for you, Seonghwa-hyung” Jongho said quietly, not wanting to disturb his hyungs, but he and Yeosang had been unable to get Wooyoung to settle down and they were growing concerned that he’d wake San with his whining. Seonghwa nodded, wordlessly stepping out with Jongho before popping his head back into the doorway.

“This conversation isn’t over Joong. Not even in the slightest.”

Hongjoong signed, sinking heavily into his pillows with a few harsh coughs. Of course it wasn’t.

*~*~*~*~*~

Seonghwa was frustrated. And tired.

And Wooyoung was frustrated. And tired. And sick.

Seonghwa wasn’t proud of the fact that he had more or less tricked Wooyoung into downing a dose of NyQuil. He knew that Wooyoung hated medication that made him feel drowsy. He didn’t like the way they made his head swim before they finally knocked him out. But when Jongho held the bottle up behind Wooyoung’s back with a questioning shrug, Seonghwa nodded, assuring Wooyoung it was only cough syrup in order to get him to agree to swallowing it down.

“Bastard…” Wooyoung slurred as he started feeling the pull of sleep.

“I’m sorry Wooyoungie, but you need to sleep. So does San” Seonghwa replied as he closed the door behind him.

So do I.

But he left that part out.

Seonghwa’s body was craving a nap. Now that the adrenaline rush that had resulted from San and Hongjoong going down almost simultaneously was wearing off and the exhaustion from his sleepless night at the hospital with Yunho was setting in again, he wanted - no - needed to sit down. For just a moment.

He didn’t even make it to the couch before he heard Mingi’s voice behind him, followed by a series of sneezes that made Seonghwa pray that he had covered his mouth.

“Hyung” Mingi croaked out. “Yunho…”

Yunho. Shit. Yes. The dongsaeng who was currently headlong in the toilet. His nap would have to wait.

Seonghwa found Yunho lying on the washroom floor with his head in Yeosang’s lap as Yeosang played with his hair.

“Mingi, you need to go to bed, jagi” Seonghwa instructed. Mingi lingered a moment more, meeting Yeosang’s eyes, who nodded and smiled lightly as if to reassure he’d stay with Yunho for as long as he needed. “Please keep the door unlocked, I’ll be in to check on you once I figure out what to do about this…” Seonghwa added, gesturing vaguely in the direction of Yunho and Yeosang.

Mingi nodded, closing his door but not locking it much to his hyung’s relief.

“His pulse is racing, hyung” Yeosang murmured as Seonghwa joined him on the floor.

Dammit, they really needed a bigger washroom. Or maybe he needed smaller dongsaengs. He wasn’t sure.

Gently taking Yunho’s wrist, he brought his focus back to the task at hand. Yeosang hadn’t been exaggerating - racing was the right word for it. There was a real possibility that Yunho had gotten himself dehydrated again after another round of vomiting.

“Jagi, take some deep breaths, okay? Yeosang and I are right here. You can relax” Seonghwa urged. Yunho nodded but took in only a few shallow breaths. “No, not like that. Nice and deep.”

“I know you know how to do it, hyung. I’ve heard you yell” Jongho said from the doorway behind Seonghwa. Seonghwa hadn’t heard Jongho approach but was relieved that his joke got a small smile out of Yunho, who had his eyes closed, trying to focus on his breath. “Put this on the back of his neck” Jongho added quietly, handing Seonghwa a wet cloth from the kitchen. “Give him a few minutes. His water bottle is almost empty. He’s just worked up and anxious, not dehydrated.”

Seonghwa nodded shakily. Jongho’s maturity never ceased to amaze him. Jongho once told him that it “came with the territory” as the oldest sibling. But Seonghwa always knew that it went beyond that. Jongho’s nerves were made of steel, whereas Seonghwa’s own nerves often felt like jelly in these situations.

Seonghwa carefully dropped Yunho’s wrist, turning back to Jongho.

“I hope you don’t mind but I changed the sheets on your bed with the lighter cotton ones. With Wooyoung-hyung in Yunho-hyung’s bed I figured that Yunho-hyung should crash in your room with Joong-hyung. I cleaned up our room and switched Wooyoung-hyung’s nasty sheets out for clean ones so you can sleep there” Jongho paused, allowing Seonghwa’s sleep deprived brain to catch up, then started again. “Yeosang-hyung and I will get Yunho-hyung up when he’s ready. I refilled his water bottle, it’s waiting for him on your bedside table. Now you need to go to bed, hyung. Yunho-hyung told us that you didn’t sleep last night at the hospital.”

“Jongho, no” Seonghwa interjected quickly, shaking his head. “I need to check in with Mingi…”

Jongho interjected immediately. “I’ll take care of Mingi. He doesn’t look like he’s quite ready to head back to bed anyhow” he said, glancing over Seonghwa’s shoulder toward Yunho, who had fallen asleep thanks to Yeosang’s soft touch and the cool cloth that had given him a few minutes of relief from his fever. “We should let him sleep for a few minutes before getting him to bed. He clearly needs it.”

“I don’t want you to get sick, Jongho” Seonghwa replied, desperately trying to stifle the yawn that threatened to work against him in this debate.

“Look around, hyung. I’m going to get sick. You’re going to get sick. Yeosang-hyung is going to get sick. But it’s going to happen a hell of a lot faster if you keep pushing yourself like this on no sleep.”

Seonghwa nodded. He knew Jongho was right. It was only a matter of time before the virus hit the three of them. The best they could do is delay the inevitable, and hopefully a little sleep would help that happen. He turned back to Yeosang, who was still carding his fingers through Yunho’s hair almost robotically at this point. Without even being asked Yeosang smiled sadly, flashing a thumbs up at Seonghwa.

Feeling reassured for the moment, he left Yeosang and Jongho to it. Sleep did sound pretty damn good right now.

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sickonthedancefloor · 9 days

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The Voice of a Leader (1/3)

Title: The Voice of a Leader

Word Count: 2811

Summary: Namjoon works through feeling like shit until he can’t any more.

Sickie: Namjoon

Caretakers: OT7

A/N: Written for this request. 0% proofread because my eyes are tired.

Namjoon has been talking a lot today.

He can always tell, because he starts to lose his voice, but today it seems far worse than usual– his throat is all scratchy and dry and every time he swallows he’s painfully reminded that he’s been in back-to-back meetings the entire day.

He’s always been a talker, and in his position, it kind of comes with the territory. He’s the voice of the group, after all, and that almost always means literally. Most days he doesn’t mind it, or even notice it, but then there are days like this when he gets home and he just wants to keep his mouth shut and get lost in a good book and not talk to a single person for the rest of the night. Namjoon’s voice is tired, and he’s tired, so tired he could sleep right now even though Seokjin has already announced dinner will be ready in an hour, and the fact that he had skipped out on lunch is the only reason he’ll be at the dinner table in one hour sharp.

He’s in the kitchen making himself a cup of tea after Seokjin goes to tell the others, mindlessly dunking the tea bag in and out of the mug, when a hand on his shoulder scares the shit out of him.

“Aish– ahh, Jungkook! You startled me!”

“Sorry, hyung! I said your name like three times.” Jungkook peers at him with shining, curious eyes. “You okay?”

Namjoon rubs at the base of his throat and nods. “Yeah, Koo,” he responds. “Just tired.”

He takes a sip of the tea and flinches when it burns his tongue, and Jungkook nearly flinches along with him, his expression immediately falling into a sad-looking frown.

Jungkook sets what’s he’s holding down on the counter and hurries over to the drawer to grab a spoon, then goes to the freezer, opening the door and scooping out two ice cubes from the ice maker. He carries them back over to Namjoon and carefully lets them both slide off the spoon and into the steaming mug, making sure not to let them splash any of the tea over the sides.

“There,” Jungkook says once he’s done. “Two ice cubes make it the perfect temperature to drink.”

Namjoon watches the ice cubes melt, and then lifts the cup back to his lips and takes a tentative sip. It feels heavenly on his throat, and it doesn’t burn him this time.

“Thanks, Koo. It’s perfect.” His voice is sounding hoarse now, and he clears his throat. “Want me to make you some tea too?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and grins at him. “You know I don’t like hot drinks, hyung.” He grabs his water bottle from where he had set it down on the counter and lifts it up, patting it proudly. “Just gonna get myself some iced water.”

Namjoon smiles fondly and watches Jungkook carry his massive 64-oz. container that he calls a water bottle over to the freezer, filling it up with ice– so much ice. Too much ice, honestly. Namjoon takes another sip of his tea and shivers just watching him, a shudder running down his entire spine. Jungkook notices– he notices everything, always watching every step Namjoon takes– but he doesn’t say a word, simply lugs his tumbler out of the kitchen with him after topping it off with water, pausing only briefly to pat Namjoon’s shoulder as he passes by.

That evening after dinner, when Namjoon is in bed reading, he’s hit with how shitty he feels.

It seems so sudden– he’s far more tired than he should be, and he has a headache coming on that’s only adding to the weird, sore throat that he’s got going on from talking all day. He keeps having to clear his throat, and it’s becoming irritating enough that he closes his book and tosses it onto the nightstand, giving up on trying to read.

He slides down in his bed and pulls his comforter up to his chin, crossing his arms and clearing his throat for what feels like the hundredth time today.

There’s a soft knock at the door, and then it opens and Taehyung peeks inside.

“Hi, hyung. Can I come in?” Taehyung asks, not waiting for the answer before he comes in and crawls into Namjoon’s bed next to him. He’s in pajamas, hair damp from his apparently recent shower, looking sleepy and pink-skinned.

“Oh.” Namjoon takes a deep breath through his nose. “What do you need, Tae?”

Taehyung tucks himself against Namjoon’s side. “I have a question about a song.”

“It couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” Namjoon asks, frowning down at the younger man in irritation.

Taehyung shakes his head and drapes an arm over Namjoon’s waist. For a moment, he’s quiet, and Namjoon glances down to see that Taehyung’s eyes are closed.

“Taehyungie?” he asks, shaking him gently.

Taehyung opens his eyes and blinks up at him. “Sorry, hyung. You’re so comfy.”

“You’re working on a song?”

Taehyung nods against him. “Mmhm. I’m working on a song.”

After that, he doesn’t say anything further, and Namjoon finds himself losing patience very quickly. Normally, he’d take any chance he can get for cuddles, especially from Taehyung who’s always so warm and clingy and cute, but tonight he feels tense and irritated and his head is really, really starting to hurt.

“Tae,” he says sharply, causing his throat to twinge, and Taehyung gasps like he’s been startled.

“Huh?” Taehyung lifts his head. “What, hyung?”

“What, hyung– what do you mean, what? You came in here with a question. What’s your question?”

Taehyung fixes him with a look that reminds Namjoon so much of Yoongi it’s frightening. The two of them have definitely been spending too much time together.

“You seem kinda grumpy, hyung,” Taehyung says. “Are you okay?”

Namjoon closes his eyes. He takes a few deep breaths. He clears his throat and prepares to ask Taehyung to leave so he can sleep.

“Oh, hyung,” Taehyung says before he can. “I almost forgot to tell you. I started this new game with Jiminie today that I think you would really enjoy. It’s set in–”

“Taehyung,” Namjoon interrupts. “I was actually just about to go to bed.”

Nodding easily, Taehyung’s hand comes up to pat him on the chest. “‘Kay, hyung.”

But instead of leaving, Taehyung simply rolls over and turns Namjoon’s lamp off, and then scoots back over until his warm body is tucked against his side, curling up with his head on Namjoon’s chest.

“Oh.” Namjoon blinks in the darkness. As his eyes adjust, he hears Taehyung yawn. “Uh. Okay.”

“Comfy,” Taehyung murmurs. He sounds half-asleep already, and he yawns again, shifting and nosing his way up until his face is tucked in the crook of Namjoon’s neck.

Instantly, all of the irritation drains out of Namjoon. He wraps his arm around Taehyung and sighs. His head still hurts and his throat still feels weird but he just doesn’t have the heart to make Taehyung leave now. It isn’t long before Taehyung’s breathing evens out, and Namjoon closes his eyes and feels himself matching his slow, even breaths.

The last thing he’s thinking about before he falls asleep is how thirsty he is and how badly he needs a drink of water.

When Namjoon wakes up, it’s 6 a.m. and there’s a third body in his bed.

It’s Jimin. He knows without even really looking, but he can tell by the way he and Taehyung are wrapped around each other, taking up more than half of his bed in a tangle of limbs. He’s not surprised that Jimin gravitated towards his soulmate in the middle of the night, as he often does.

He is surprised, though, that he didn’t hear Jimin come into his room, nor did he feel him get into his bed at any point. It makes him feel nervous, and a little upset that he wasn’t more aware– he feels like he should be more alert as the leader of the group. What if there had been an intruder? Would he really sleep through it just like that?

Suddenly, his chest feels too tight. Anxiety swirls in his gut and the urge to cry overwhelms him so suddenly that he stumbles out of bed and nearly runs to the bathroom before Jimin or Taehyung can wake up.

As he gets ready for work, he feels somehow even shittier than the night before, and he grumbles to himself the entire time he showers and dresses, groggy and cranky. Surely, if he had gotten his bed to himself last night, he would have had a proper, full night’s rest and he wouldn’t be feeling so poorly. He doesn’t have time to feel like shit, though, so he pushes through and gets himself ready and makes it to work ten minutes early like usual, largely ignoring whatever it is that has him feeling so bad both physically and mentally.

It’s not really a conscious decision, but he goes throughout his entire day without responding to a single text in the group thread. It’s only when he’s ready to head home that he reluctantly opens his phone and sees all of the messages, the ones near the end full of questions and poorly disguised worry directed at him.

did u forget ur phone today hyung?

hello??? earth to namjoonie-hyungieeee

We missed you at lunch, Joonie. Where are you hiding today?

he’s forgotten all about us. maybe he doesn’t love us anymore :(

Namjoon-hyung did you cancel the meeting at 4 on purpose?

Sure, he’s usually more responsive in the group thread, and he’s always ready with answers for all of their questions, but surely they can get along just fine for one single day without him?

There’s a separate text from Yoongi, too, asking him if he’s doing okay. Namjoon only glances briefly at it before pocketing his phone, shoving it away like it will make the question disappear.

He grits his teeth and stares at his closed computer for about a minute, and then stands and takes his coat back off, hanging it up on the hook by the door before going back to his desk. His head is pounding, but somehow the thought of going home right now and facing everyone seems worse than finishing up a bit more work here where he can be by himself.

Opening his computer, Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose and scratches out a to-do list of tasks for himself despite the fact that his eyes are burning and his throat is aching so much that it hurts every time he swallows.

Namjoon stays at work for two more hours after that.

When he gets home, he sees he’s the last one to arrive. He catches a glimpse of himself in the hallway mirror and freezes, mouth falling open at his own appearance. There are dark circles under his eyes, his face is flushed, his hair is a mess– but beyond all, he looks tired.

He makes his way into the kitchen, where he grabs a glass and fills it with water. He chugs it down in seconds and then refills it, clearing his throat several times as he watches the water fill the glass.

There are footsteps behind him as the others come in– he glances over his shoulder and sees six pairs of eyes fixed on him.

“Hey,” he says, immediately regretting it when he hears how horrible his voice sounds. He really needs to rest it every once in a while. He probably talked too much again today– but even as he thinks it, he remembers he’s been alone for almost the entire day and didn’t talk much at all.

Namjoon doesn’t miss the worry that clouds everyone’s expressions, and he can see them exchanging looks with one another, but he decides to ignore it and turns back to the sink, filling his glass with water for a third time.

“I’m hungry,” Jungkook announces, rubbing his stomach and pouting until they all chuckle at him.

“Okay, Jungkookie.” Hoseok wraps himself around the youngest’s back. “What do you want for dinner tonight?”

“What do you want for dinner, hyung?” Jungkook asks, turning to Namjoon.

The thought of eating makes Namjoon feel almost nauseous, so he shakes his head. “I’m not really hungry,” he answers. “You guys eat without me. I’m going to go take a shower.”

He turns and leaves without another word, but he can hear them all chattering quietly as soon as he steps out of the kitchen.

The bathroom feels too cold. Namjoon turns the water on as hot as it will go, because he’s suddenly shivering, and when he takes his clothes off there are goosebumps all over his skin. He gets into the shower quickly and nearly moans out loud at how heavenly the hot water feels as it pours over him.

Two separate times he’s hit by a strange feeling that’s almost like dizziness, and the second occurrence is accompanied with a feeling of sudden, intense nausea that makes him worry he might actually puke for a second. It passes just as quickly as it comes, though, and he hurries to finish his shower before it can happen again.

As soon as he turns off the water, his nose is running, and he swipes a hand underneath it to stop it from dripping, annoyed at the pressure he can feel in his sinuses that he assumes is from the change in temperature– he’s cold again now that the hot water is turned off.

He dries off, thankful his hair is on the shorter side so it doesn’t take too long to dry, and then wraps a towel around his waist.

Just as he’s about to leave the bathroom, there’s a knock on the door and he opens it to see Seokjin standing there.

“Hey, Joonie. Just wanted to see if you wanted to place an order. We decided to order takeout from the Thai place a couple of blocks over.

Namjoon shakes his head. “Don’t order anything for me. I’ll eat later. I had a late lunch today.”

It isn’t until he tells the lie that he realizes he actually didn’t have any lunch, for the second day in a row. As if reminded, his stomach makes a gurgling sound, almost like he’s hungry except for the fact that the thought of food makes saliva pool in his mouth uncomfortably.

Seokjin frowns, looking almost disappointed. “Okay.”

Namjoon steps out of the bathroom, lightly pushing past Seokjin and shuffling towards his room, but as soon as he leaves the steamy bathroom he has to stop to sneeze abruptly. The sneeze makes the pounding in his head worsen and he has to blink away the spots in his vision.

“Joon?” Seokjin’s hand is on his bare back. “Are you planning on joining us for movie night?” He asks as Namjoon recovers.

Namjoon sniffs sharply and blinks at Seokjin. He still has that goddamn frown on his face.

“Movie night?”

“It’s Friday,” Seokjin explains, his brows furrowing.

Namjoon nods, trying to figure out how it’s Friday already– he’s pretty sure he had spent the entire day thinking it was a Tuesday. A sense of relief washes over him when he realizes that means he doesn’t have to work tomorrow.

“We’re starting the movie in fifteen minutes,” Seokjin tells him. “If you don’t join us, at least take some cold medicine before you go to sleep,” he says, and then he goes back out to the living room.

Namjoon frowns. Cold medicine? Oh– just because he sneezed once, Seokjin must think he’s sick or something. His hyung is such a worrier, almost more so than Yoongi sometimes.

It’s not like he’s actually sick, though. He just has a bad headache, and he’d had that strange moment of dizziness and nausea while he was in the shower, but besides that and his nose being a bit runny it’s not like he’s feeling that bad. Mostly just tired. And his throat still hurts, still feels like he’s screamed for an entire day and used up every last bit of his voice, almost sore like when he has a cold–

Oh.

There’s no way he’s sick sick. There’s no way he actually has a cold. First of all, he doesn’t have time to be sick, but on top of that he doesn’t feel like he has a cold so that can’t be it. Once he gets some sleep tonight he’ll be totally fine.

Now determined to show Seokjin and the others that he’s completely fine, he dresses in a pair of soft sweatpants and a hoodie, grabs a pair of socks, and stops back by the bathroom for some painkillers for his not-cold-related headache before heading out to the living room for movie night.

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sickonthedancefloor · 10 days

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and heres jin going 😴😴 from motion sickness lol

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sickonthedancefloor · 11 days

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today at work, one of my coworkers sneezed nonstop. It was to the point where one coworker told her to knock it off (lovingly), and she wasn't sure if she could take more allergy meds. Red faced, bright nose, just holding a tissue to her eyes to keep them from running. She went home early.

Inspiration.

#whit rambles

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sickonthedancefloor · 12 days

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Jungkook's Hayfever

Title: Jungkook's Hayfever

Word Count: 562

Sickie: Jungkook (snz/allergies)

Caretakers: Jimin & Taehyung

“Stop, Jungkookie. Your nose is gonna fall off.”

Jungkook freezes, one knuckle pressed hard against the side of his nose where he’s been rubbing. His nostrils are red and his nose is visibly runny and Jimin, frowning hard at him, stands and walks over to where he’s sitting.

Jungkook scrunches up his face and gets in one last harsh swipe at his nose before he tucks his hands under his thighs. “Can’t help it,” he mumbles. “I’m itchy.”

Jimin takes his chin in hand and gently lifts his face up, taking in his red-rimmed eyes and twitching nose.

“Have you been using the soft tissues? Or are you using paper towels again?”

Jungkook’s eyelashes flutter. He pulls away and twists to the side, tucking his nose against his shoulder.

“HETCHhoo!”

Jimin sighs and puts his hands on his hips. Before he can say anything else, the door opens and there’s a flurry of movement as one person and one animal come barging in.

“Hey, Bammie!” Jungkook ducks around Jimin and squats down, opening his arms for the dog. Bam nearly knocks him over, jumping energetically against Jungkook’s chest and licking every inch of his face he can reach before Jungkook gently shoves him away.

“My arm almost fell off,” Taehyung complains, closing the door and hanging up Bam’s leash. “He’s getting so strong.”

Jungkook settles cross-legged on the floor and pulls Bam into his lap. “That’s why you should have let me walk him,” he says, rolling his eyes. “We’ve been making good progress on his leash skills lately.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Taehyung mumbles.

“HSHCH! hhh-HCHSHOO! hhhsheh! Ugh, sorry Bammie.” Jungkook sniffles harshly and scratches the side of his nose. “HPchuh! Hhh…hhHH! hhh-ehhhdt–”

Bam barks, tilting his head to one side and looking confused as Jungkook presses the palm of his hand to his nose with a desperate inhale that doesn't quite turn into a sneeze, leaving him panting with his mouth open, eyes and nose streaming.

“Ughhh,” he groans, using his fingertips to rub at his eyes. “I…hhEHH–! hhh! Ugh.”

Bam barks again. Jungkook smiles down at him through watery eyes. “Sorry, Bammie,” he says congestedly. “I gotta sneeze but it…it wonhhh…”

He wheezes out a breath, holding up one finger. “Hh-hhh…ahhh’huhhh– hnghhh…”

“Was he like this the whole time we were gone?” Taehyung asks Jimin.

“And he complained the whole time that he doesn’t get to go outside,” Jimin replies.

They both turn to look at Jungkook, who finally seems to be making progress on his stuck sneeze, chest expanding rapidly and eyes squeezing shut as he inhales shakily, one hand coming up to hover in front of his face. Bam whines and licks the back of his hand, but even that can’t distract Jungkook from the impending sneeze and he finally crunches forward.

“ehhhSHOO!”

Bam barks in response.

Jimin and Taehyung exchange a look.

Jungkook drags the back of his wrist under his nose with a wet sniffle.

“Okay,” Taehyung says, taking Bam’s collar and guiding him away. “Let’s give your appa some space. He needs a shower and maybe some nasal spray.”

Jimin tugs Jungkook up off the floor, nudges him towards the shower, and then turns to Bam, scratching him on the top of his head. “Your poor appa has hayfever. But don’t worry, little puppy,” he tells the dog. “It’ll get better in a few weeks.”

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sickonthedancefloor · 13 days

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Seokjin's Hayfever

Title: Seokjin's Hayfever

Word Count: 618

Sickie: Seokjin (snz/allergies)

Caretakers: Jungkook

Seokjin is really, really regretting the choices he has made up to this point in his life so far– the two current biggest regrets being trying to catch his fall yesterday with his hand, and going outdoors in the middle of hayfever season.

The first one is the reason he’s wearing his arm in a sling, all thanks to a dislocated shoulder.

The second is the reason he cannot stop sneezing for the life of him.

Even though the dislocated shoulder is by far more painful, the sneezing has him feeling all prickly. The prickling in his sinuses correlates, a gritty, tickly feeling he’s only ever felt with his hayfever. Even though he just finished a round of sneezing, there’s another one coming and he’s absolutely helpless to it.

He’s probably going to need more tissues first. He stands, then has to pause for a second as his eyelashes flutter and his head tips back.

“HDTCHshuh!”

The sneeze sends him stumbling forward into the chair he’d just been sitting in. Another sneeze builds immediately, more powerful than the first, and he clamps a hand over his mouth and nose just in time–

“Hh-HDSHSHOO!”

When Seokjin looks up, his eyes are watering and itchy, and Jungkook is standing in the entrance of the kitchen watching him.

“Are you allergic to something in here, hyung?” He asks Seokjin curiously, eyes big and round as he watches Seokjin sniff hard in an attempt to quell the tickle in his nose.

“It’s hayfever,” Seokjin responds sharply, feeling prickly again.

“Oh.” Jungkook sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. “Do you need anything?”

What Seokjin needs is for his shoulder to heal and for his sinuses to stop burning. There’s another sneeze trying to get out, and he blinks rapidly and presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth in an attempt to stop it. The last thing he needs is to lose complete control right here in the kitchen in front of Jungkook. He’s embarrassed just thinking about the possibility.

“Hyung?”

“I’m f-fine,” he says quickly, breath a little shaky, denying any help from Jungkook. He somewhat regrets it when Jungkook’s eyes widen even further in surprise at his tone.

“Let me know if you change your mind,” Jungkook says softly after a moment, voice quiet and almost timid. He gives Seokjin a small smile and then starts chewing on his lip again, tongue darting out to swipe over his lip piercing. He turns to go, hesitating just a little like he wants to say something else, but then he leaves.

Seokjin brings his right hand up so he can dig his knuckles into the side of nose, trying desperately to chase the itch away, but he can feel the burning in his sinuses grow. As soon as the sound of Jungkook’s retreating footsteps fade completely, Seokjin grabs onto the chair for support and absolutely loses all control, sneeze after sneeze exploding out of him.

“HPSHSH! HDTCHshuh! Hih-ISHSHOO! Heh– ehhh-HCHSHOO! HDSH-uhh!”

Instinctively, Seokjin tries to bring both hands up to his face to cup them over his mouth and nose, but he’s painfully reminded that his left arm is still in a sling and his shoulder throbs in protest.

He curses to himself and pinches his nose shut. If he can get to his room, where there is surely a box of tissues, he can lie in his bed and sneeze in peace. He’s only a little surprised when he gets in there and finds both a box of tissues and allergy pills that look suspiciously like the ones Jungkook takes sitting on his nightstand.

He’ll have to thank Jungkook later. And apologize. But first, he has some sneezing to do.

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sickonthedancefloor · 14 days

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Jin discusses allergy season in his April greeting on 2024.04.13

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sickonthedancefloor · 16 days

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can you do a story with jin who has a cold in the summer time plz 🥺 🙏

Title: Beach Day

Work Count: 830

Summary: Of course Seokjin is going to tag along to the beach even though he’s sick. How else is he going to keep an eye on everyone?

Sickie: Seokjin

Caretaker: Hoseok

Hoseok runs his fingers through Seokjin’s hair, smoothing it in sections back from his face, tucking it behind his ears as he marvels at how soft and fluffy it is.

“Your hair is getting so long.”

Seokjin’s eyes are closed behind his sunglasses but his lashes flutter at Hoseok’s words. He’s flat on his back with his head on Hoseok’s lap, breathing through his mouth, lips parted just a fraction. Hoseok listens to how stuffed up and wheezy he sounds with a frown. There are beads of sweat forming along Seokjin’s hairline and he dabs at them with his wrist, simultaneously drying his skin and checking his forehead for a temperature despite the fact that he’s already done so several times in the past half hour.

A scream rings out in the distance somewhere down the beach. Hoseok startles, which makes Seokjin’s entire body tense up.

“Sorry, sorry,” Hoseok soothes quickly, eyes scanning the shoreline as he rubs Seokjin’s chest until he relaxes again. “They’re just dunking each other in the ocean again. Happy screams.”

“Aish,” Seokjin whispers, voice raspy.

“Yeah,” Hoseok agrees. He leans down and presses a kiss to the tip of Seokjin’s nose. “Why don’t you try to nap for a bit?”

“Can’t keep an eye on everyone if I nap.”

Hoseok looks toward the ocean again, counting five heads before he looks down at Seokjin and pats his chest. “Everyone is fine. I have two eyes on them. Sit up for a sec?”

Seokjin is silent, still for a few moments before he sits up halfway, propping himself up on one elbow. His hair sticks up in the front, disheveled from Hoseok’s ministrations. Hoseok can see him look out at the water, eyes narrowed as he watches. He eases out from underneath Seokjin and stretches his legs out in front of him, uncomfortable from sitting cross-legged for so long. Then, he spreads out a second towel so he can lie down. Once he’s settled, he reaches out to Seokjin, brushing his thumb along the fever-pink spots high on his cheeks for a moment before he takes his sunglasses off his face and folds them up. Seokjin squints against the sun, his eyebrows drawing together and his lower lip jutting out in a pout.

“Come here,” Hoseok says, opening his arms, and Seokjin lies back down with his head on Hoseok’s chest. His movements are lethargic and he lets Hoseok maneuver him into a comfortable position, arms limp at his sides.

Pressing a kiss to Seokjin’s temple, Hoseok frowns at the warmth he can feel coming off his skin. “You should have stayed home.”

“Can’t keep an eye on everyone if I’m at home,” Seokjin replies hoarsely. He swipes his tongue over his dry, slightly cracked lips. He coughs softly, the movement shaking both of them.

Hoseok decides not to point out that he now has his back to the ocean and half his face pressed against Hoseok’s chest, and so he isn’t keeping an eye on anyone anyway.

With one arm wrapped around Seokjin’s body and one hand carding through his fluffy hair, Hoseok closes his eyes and basks in the warmth of the sun. He thinks about how warm Seokjin feels against him, thinks about how lying out here is sure to make his fever worse, how he really should have pushed harder to have him stay home. He thinks about how on edge Seokjin has been since they got here, always worrying whenever any of them dip so much as a toe in the ocean, and how anxious he must be that everyone is out there swimming in it now. He can feel the tension in Seokjin’s body, how tight his muscles are even as illness weighs his body down and makes him sluggish and sleepy.

He can feel the moment Seokjin falls asleep, when the tension drains out of him and he becomes a dead weight on top of Hoseok. He’s snoring softly, each breath puffing in and out of his mouth, hot air that Hoseok can feel through his t-shirt.

Hoseok turns his head and searches with his eyes until he finds everyone again. Namjoon is shouting and running parallel to the shore, shin-deep in the ocean, kicking up water as he goes.

Yoongi is standing just at the shoreline, only his feet submerged, hands on his hips as he watches, and Hoseok can imagine the fond smile taking up his entire face.

Jungkook and Taehyung are the farthest out, swimming like they’re in an olympic competition, splashing each other every other stroke.

Jimin is somewhere in the middle, up to his waist in the water, his bright laughter ringing out.

Hoseok turns back to Seokjin. He kisses the top of his head. He keeps his fingers moving through his hair, gentle and soothing, and wraps his arm a little more tightly around the older man.

Then, he closes his eyes and lets the sound of Seokjin’s snores lull him to sleep.

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sickonthedancefloor · 17 days

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Sleepyhead

Title: Sleepyhead

Word Count: 2261

Summary: Nothing can wake a sick Taehyung up when he’s sleeping, except for maybe a sneeze.

Sickie: Taehyung (snz/cold/flu)

Caretakers: Jimin, plus the others

A/N: I wrote this with Taehyung as the sickie, since he was #2 in this poll, and also wrote it with Jungkook (#1 in poll) for an upcoming scene in long sickfic w/out title so stay tune for that soon!

Jimin’s legs are falling asleep.

He shifts a bit back and forth on the couch, testing how much he’s going to be able to move without waking Taehyung, who’s currently using his lap as a pillow, but Taehyung only keeps snoring and doesn’t react in the slightest.

Jimin sets his book on the arm of the couch and slowly unfolds his legs from their crossed position. He stretches one foot out in front of him, then the other, pointing his toes forward and sighing in relief at the pull in his aching muscles. He shifts again, leaning slightly to one side until he feels a satisfying pop in his back. He rolls his shoulders a few times for good measure and then carefully palms Taehyung’s forehead.

Taehyung is still warm, still feverish, but it’s to be expected. Jimin cards his hands through the sleeping man’s hair, smoothing it all back from his face until it’s fanned out around his head.

Suddenly, Taehyung’s nose twitches, and Jimin sighs because he knows what’s coming next. He reaches over and plucks two tissues from the box that’s resting between Taehyung’s arm and the back of the couch, bringing them up to Taehyung’s face as he waits for the inevitable.

Taehyung’s current snore breaks off into a half-snort, half-cough, and his eyelashes flutter. His nose twitches again, his reddened nostrils flaring wide, and then Taehyung sniffles hard enough that his nose scrunches up.

“Poor thing,” Jimin murmurs as he watches Taehyung’s struggle. “Can’t even get a nap in without needing to sneeze.”

Taehyung’s lips part and he sniffles again, the sound more insistent this time. Jimin tucks the tissues around his nose and Taehyung’s eyes open just a fraction.

“Hhng,” he whines softly, congestion stopping the sound from coming out fully.

Jimin peers down at him. “Hey, Tae. Go ahead and sneeze. I’ve got tissues.”

“Huh?” Taehyung’s brows furrow.

Jimin pats him on the chest. “Go ahead.”

“Go…” Taehyung pulls in a shaky breath. “Hhg?”

With a soft laugh, Jimin nudges the tissues against Taehyung’s nose, but the sneeze never comes. Instead, Taehyung lets out a tiny, weak cough and then blinks hard several times, trying to keep his eyes open for long enough to focus on Jimin’s face.

“That tickles,” he whispers, bringing one hand up to paw at his nose. His hand bumps Jimin’s hand and he whimpers when he can’t push the offending ticklish tissues away.

“Oh,” Jimin chuckles, quickly pulling the tissues away from his nose. “I thought you were gonna sneeze. Sorry. Go back to sleep.”

After a long pause, Taehyung tries to open his eyes again. “Don’t wanna…sleep.”

“Do you want to blow your nose first? Here, go ahead.” Jimin situates the tissues around Taehyung’s nose once again. “Blow.”

Taehyung snorts and sniffles but does not blow his nose.

Waiting patiently, Jimin pats Taehyung on the chest again. Taehyung doesn’t respond. With one hand, Jimin fishes his phone out of his pocket to text Jungkook, asking him to bring a cool compress and some other supplies.

Just when Jimin thinks Taehyung has fallen asleep again, he turns his head just slightly and sniffles wetly before he murmurs, “Jimin?”

“I’m right here. Go ahead and blow your nose.”

“Wanna go on a walk,” he murmurs instead after another full minute of silence.

“A what?” Jimin laughs. “Taehungie, dear, you can’t even stand right now. No walks today, okay?”

Taehyung doesn’t hear him. He’s already asleep again.

He doesn’t truly wake up after that for a few more hours, instead drifting in and out of consciousness, feverish and exhausted.

During that time, Jungkook brings a new fever patch and a cool compress along with a much needed cup of coffee for Jimin.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Jimin moans into his coffee cup.

“You’re gonna get sick too, you know,” is Jungkook’s reply. While he’s been very attentive to both his and Taehyung’s needs, continuously checking on both of them and bringing anything Jimin asks for, he’s worried about germs and he’s sure to let Jimin know everytime he comes near.

“I have a great immune system,” Jimin counters.

Jungkook nods knowingly and leans on the back of the couch, his hand traveling to the back of Jimin’s neck. He massages there for a few minutes, and Jimin moans because he’s been sitting on the couch for the entire day and Jungkook’s strong hands know exactly how to find the knots in the neck.

When he’s done, Jungkook reaches down and briefly runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair in a comforting gesture, but he’s quick to pull away.

“I’m gonna go wash my hands,” he says. “And go breathe some fresh air. Text me if you need anything.”

“Will do,” Jimin replies, smiling gratefully.

Taehyung doesn’t move a muscle, staying sound asleep throughout the entire exchange.

It’s a little while later when Seokjin brings Taehyung’s next dose of medicine out to the living room.

“Has he been this warm this entire time?” He asks Jimin, hand on Taehyung’s forehead.

“No.” Jimin shakes his head. “It’s just in the past fifteen minutes or so that he’s been pretty hot. It’s definitely time for more meds.”

Seokjin slides his hand down to cup Taehyung’s cheek. Taehyung’s eyelashes flutter, but he doesn’t wake, and Seokjin just doesn’t have the heart to wake him up. “He still has fifteen more minutes until he’s due for another dose,” he reasons, pressing the backs of his fingers to the side of Taehyung’s warm neck with a frown. “I’ll go grab him some water first.”

Seokjin brings water and then leaves after about ten minutes, promising to return soon but letting Jimin have the task of waking Taehyung up.

“I just don’t have the heart to wake him,” is his excuse when he looks at Taehyung’s flushed, sleeping face.

“I understand.”

After Seokjin leaves, Jimin realizes he’s starting to sweat under the warmth of Taehyung’s body. He also needs a bathroom break, so he eases himself off the couch and stretches his arms above his head. Taehyung snuffles but otherwise remains asleep. When he returns from the bathroom, it takes Jimin another five minutes to properly coax Taehyung awake, and he only stays awake long enough to let Jimin prop him upright and tip the medicine into his mouth, and then he swallows one single sip of water before he’s out again.

Taehyung is still snoring away in Jimin’s lap when Hoseok and Yoongi return home from their long meeting.

As soon as Hoseok is through the door, Jimin can hear him loudly explaining something to Yoongi, boisterous and full of energy like usual. When Yoongi spots Taehyung asleep on the couch, though, he puts a finger to his lips. It takes Hoseok a second to see him, and when he realizes he spins around.

“Oh! Sorry,” he whispers when he sees Taehyung and Jimin on the couch.

Jimin just smiles and goes back to his book, tightening his arm around Taehyung protectively. Taehyung doesn’t even stir.

When Namjoon comes to find Taehyung, he’s still sleeping in Jimin’s embrace.

“I was thinking of making him a doctor appointment,” Namjoon tells Jimin, keeping his voice low. He settles on the arm of the couch and reaches down, rubbing his hand up and down Taehyung’s arm. “I don’t really want to do it without his input but I haven’t been able to catch him awake all day.”

Jimin chuckles and sets his book down. “I say go ahead and make it. Earlier he was agreeable to the idea of going to get shots and maybe an IV if he wasn’t feeling better.

Namjoon nods. “Okay. Will do. We can always change it later.” Glancing down at Taehyung, fondness mixed with a bit of worry in his expression, he sighs. “And how are you feeling?”

“So far, so good.” Jimin gives a thumbs up. He reaches down and brushes his fingers over Taehyung’s forehead. “Hopefully I’ll avoid catching this. He’s been having a rough time.”

Taehyung murmurs something in his sleep and Jimin draws his hand back. Taehyung remains asleep, though, and soon he goes back, cupping his face and rubbing his thumb back and forth across his fever-hot cheek.

“I’ll text you the details in case you want to share with Tae when he wakes up and I'm not here,” Namjoon says, and then he leaves to make the phone call.

Jimin picks up his phone and sees that he has three texts from Jungkook, all asking if he wants something: want me to pick up more tissues at the store? and want to go to the movies on saturday if tae is better? and I’m by the cafe do u want another coffee?

He’s replying to the texts– yes, sounds fun, and YES PLEASE– when he hears a sound across the room.

“Oh.” Yoongi’s standing in the space between the couch and the kitchen, a cup of steaming hot tea cradled between his hands. “I didn’t realize he was still sleeping.”

“Poor thing is so tired,” Jimin confirms.

Yoongi walks over and sets the tea on the coffee table and then disappears back into the kitchen. A short while later, he returns with two more mugs, one for himself and one for Jimin.

They sit and sip on their tea. Taehyung sleeps on. Even when they’re done, and Jimin is ready to get back to his book, Taehyung is still asleep, snoring away with his head in Jimin’s lap.

“I’ll make him more when he wakes up,” Yoongi says with a small smile. He picks up the mug, freezing when Taehyung suddenly sniffles.

Jimin looks down and sees Taehyung’s eyelashes fluttering. He reaches down and rubs his chest, waiting for him to fall back asleep or wake up. Yoongi sets the mug back down on the coffee table in case it’s the latter, and Taehyung’s lips part with a small whimper.

“Hey,” Jimin says, rubbing his chest some more. “It’s okay, Tae. You can go back to sleep if you want.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows furrow. “Nnndhh.”

“Shh, you’re okay.”

Taehyung’s nostrils flare, and Jimin’s eyes widen. “Oh!” He quickly grabs a tissue and holds it up to Taehyung’s face. Nose twitching, Taehyung sucks in a breath, and then his eyes flutter open only to slam shut in the next second as a massive sneeze barrels out of him.

The sneeze is so loud that it makes Jimin’s ears ring and Yoongi, despite having seen it coming, clasps a hand to his chest in surprise.

A minute later, Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin all come out to check on Taehyung.

“Sounds like someone is awake,” Namjoon says with a smile.

“That was some sneeze, Tae,” Hoseok comments. “Bless you!”

Jimin and Yoongi chuckle and watch as Taehyung sniffles and paws at his nose, eyes half closed.

“Still waking up,” Namjoon amends his earlier statement.

There’s a sudden loud knock on the door– it sounds more like a kick– and Seokjin hurries over to check the peephole. He opens the door immediately to reveal Jungkook standing there with two trays filled with various to-go beverages.

“Sorry,” he grins. “I didn’t have any hands to knock.” He looks past Seokjin and spots Taehyung sitting up on the couch, hair sticking up in all directions as he scrubs at his red nose. “Oh, shit, did I wake him up?”

Seokjin shakes his head. “Nope, he just woke up a few minutes ago.” He takes one of the trays and carries it into the living room.

Jungkook passes out iced coffees to everyone, and a cup of hot tea to Taehyung. “The barista said it’s sweet, but good,” he says, and Taehyung smiles blearily up at him before taking a sip. He still looks half asleep, and a minute later he’s handing Jimin his cup and sliding back into a reclining position.

“Anyone want to keep me and Taehyungie company?” Jimin asks the room. “We can put on a movie?”

Jungkook nods and chooses the seat furthest from the pair. He pulls his knees to his chest, sipping on his iced coffee and giving a pleased hum.

Taehyung is asleep again before the movie even starts. They keep the volume low, but Taehyung is a dead weight against Jimin, snoring softly and not so much as flinching even when one of them laughs or the movie gets loud. As the movie is ending, though, he moans softly, his eyelashes fluttering. Jimin runs his fingers through his hair and smiles down at him.

“You waking up, sleepyhead?” He asks.

Taehyung’s face scrunches up. He doesn’t open his eyes, but he rolls over halfway until he’s on his side, nuzzling his nose against Jimin’s stomach. He sniffles, a low whine in his throat when Jimin pats his hip.

“Let’s get you to your bed, hmm?”

Very slowly, Taehyung opens one eye, then the other. He peers up at Jimin and hunches forward like he’s trying to curl up into a ball. He starts to move one hand up towards his face, but it smacks into Jimin’s elbow. He whimpers congestedly in frustration.

And then, he sneezes.

It’s not particularly loud, as far as a Taehyung-sneeze goes, but it is aimed directly at Jimin, completely uncovered, and forceful enough that it shakes the entire couch.

For a moment, there’s nothing but silence.

“Wow,” Jungkook eventually says from across the room. He has a blanket wrapped around his entire head and body like he thinks it might help shield him from the germs. “Ohh, yeah. You are so gonna get sick, Jimin.”

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Rest, please //

⚠️ emeto

Summary:

All Lee Know needs is some good rest but his stomach got other plans. Luckily Han is there to make him feel better.

It was an intense workload and busy schedule for Stray Kids’ Lee Know, and he was feeling really tired from it all. One day after a long day of practice, his stomach started feeling a bit upset, not severely unwell but with the tiredness it made him feel worse.

As he got in the car back to the dorm, he tried to nap, leaning his head against the window without drawing attention to himself. But his stomach felt worse due to all the moving inside the car. Lee Know squeezed his eyes and pretended that he wasn't feeling like he was on a boat.

By the time he got back to the dorm, he quickly went to shower and changed into comfy clothes.

He got into the shower, and he noticed his stomach feeling even more upset and starting to cramp. Immediately Lee Know jumped out of the shower and he held onto the wall and one of his hands was pressed against his stomach but his stomach kept feeling worse and worse. He ended up dry-gagging over the toilet even though he didn't throw up. Lee Know tool a few deep breaths to tey ans get himself back in control. A few minutes later that felt like and eternity Lee Know felt good enough to step back into the shower.

Once out of the shower and his hair was dry and he'd changed Lee know went out to his bed, but the pain and the need to rest made him start to cry as soon as he reached it. The thing was that Han was also in the dorm, and he heard his hyung crying quietly when he went out to the kitchen to grab a snack for himself. Han knew that his hyung had been feeling tired from their recent schedule, but he didn't expect this. Lee Know was never one to cry easily so Han was especially alert. Immediately Han goes to Lee Know's room, ready to comfort him, but he didn't expect that what was causing his hyung's tears was not just tiredness but also pain. He immediately runs over to him and comforts him as best as he can, sitting by his side and rubbing his back, helping him feel better.

With concern on his face he asks "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Lee Know doesn't want to admit that there's something more wrong than just tiredness, so he plays it down a bit. "It's nothing, just tired," he says, his voice a bit shaky.

Han can see through this though and he still feels that his hyung isn't being entirely honest with him. After all Han knew Lee Know very fell so he could see that Lee Know is pretending that he's only tired and that there's nothing more wrong, but he knows that something is up.

However Han know better than to push Minho so he jsut sat there and rubbed Lee Knows back to comfort him. Suddenly Lee knows stomach cramps heavily, and he starts gagging. He quickly rushes to the bathroom and leans over the toilet bowl, dry-gaging intensely, because he feels like he's going to be sick. Hans eyes widened as he didn't expect this and rushes after his hyung, and when he reaches the bathroom, he finds Lee Know leaning over the toilet bowl, gagging intensely. He quickly kneels down next to him and rubs his back, comforting him while Lee Know vomits into the toilet bowl.

“It’s okay. Let it all up, Hyung. It's okay” *Han comforted ans rubbed and patted Lee Knows back.

After a while Lee Know finished but now he feels very tired and dizzy as well, as the cramps from his stomach aren't letting up at all. He's starting to feel more and more exhausted and dizzy, and he can barely keep his head up and his eyes open.

Han is worried, seeing the state his hyung is in. He asks him, "Are you feeling okay? You are getting very tired and dizzy aren't you? Do you want to go back to bed?"

Lee Know shakes his head slightly, but he's not in any condition to say anything. he knows he should rest more, but the pain from his cramps is making him feels so sick. Han thought for a moment what to do, he knows that massaging Lee Know's stomach would help with his cramps, so he tried to gently massage it for him. But Lee Know pushes him away a bit, feeling embarrassed about being touched in such a personal way.

"Don't..." he says, though his tone is weak and his breaths are shaky from his cramps. He doesn't want to be touched but the cramps hurt him so much that he's beginning to regret pushing Han away. Han looks at him, realizing that the cramps must be really hurting. Han knows how much shame there can be around getting a stomach massage especially for Lee Know but he also knows how much relief it can provide.

"Just one small massage?" he asks gently, trying to convince his hyung to allow him to help him.

Lee Know hesitates for a moment, fighting between his embarrassment and his pain. Finally, he decides to let Han massage his stomach a bit, but he's still feeling shy and reluctant about it all.

Han smiles and starts to gently massage his hyung's stomach, with the tips of his fingers. He works in small circles, trying to ease the pain and discomfort as much as possible. Lee Know tries to stay still, feeling a little bit embarrassed but also relieved at the same time.

About ten minutes later Lee Know starts to relax under Han's massage, and the relief is almost instant. He slowly lets his breath out, feeling the cramps start to ease a bit. Han notices this, and he continues to massage slowly, with light but firm motions. Lee Know can feel himself relaxing, and for a moment, he's completely forgotten about his embarrassment. He closes his eyes and relaxes, letting Han's touch comfort him.

Han can feel his hyung starting to relax under his touch, and he keeps the massage going for as long as needed. He keeps his movements light and gentle, but he also firmly presses where necessary to relieve the cramps. He watches as Lee Know slowly relaxes, his breathing becoming deeper and steadier. He seems to have forgotten about his embarrassment completely in the comfort of the massage.

Soon Lee Know begins to yawn, feeling really tired and drowsy. His eyes are starting to feel heavy and he rubs his eyes, trying to fight off the fatigue. He's starting to feel even more tired after the massage, and all he wants to do now is go lie back down in bed and sleep. His yawns becoming more frequent. He looks over to Han with a yawn, and he asks him, "Do you mind helping me back to bed?”

Han looks at him, seeing the tiredness in his eyes. He nods gently, "Of course I don't mind. Let's get you back to bed.”

He gently helps his hyung to his feet, and they walk out of the bathroom together. Lee Know is feeling more and more tired with each step, his eyes fluttering shut. When they reach their bedroom, Han leads Lee Know over to the bed and gently helps him to lie down on it.

Lee Know barely gets onto the bed before just crashing down and immediately passing out, exhausted after the day's activities, the cramps, and the emotional stress of feeling vulnerable and embarrassed. Han watches him as he falls asleep, and he knows it's the best thing that could happen right now.

Han stays by his side, and he starts to rub his hyung's stomach lightly, trying to soothe the cramps and comfort him while he sleeps. He stays with him until he's confident that the discomfort has eased and Lee Know is sleeping deep and peacefully.

Han stays with Lee Know for a few moments longer, just making sure that he's sleeping peacefully. He can tell that the cramps have eased and that his hyung is in a deep and peaceful sleep. He gives his hyung's forehead a gentle kiss, before quietly leaving the room, so he can give Lee Know some space.

Lee Know sleeps peacefully, his fatigue and cramping finally relieved so that he can rest and recover, all while dreaming peacefully.

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