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The Voice of a Leader (2/3)

Title: The Voice of a Leader

Word Count: 3236

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

Sickie: Namjoon

Caretakers: OT7

A/N: Written for this request 

There is one short non-graphic instance of vomiting in this chapter

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Namjoon grabs his soft fleece blanket he usually keeps draped over the back of his desk chair before he goes out into the living room, wrapping it around his shoulders to combat the sudden chill that runs through him. 

A sneeze sneaks up on him right as he nears the end of the hallway, and he’s barely able to lift the blanket to his face before it explodes out of him, so abrupt and wet that he feels the result of not covering his mouth and nose in time as a mist settles over his right arm. 

Gross. So, so gross.    

As he recovers from the disgusting, disorienting sneeze, shaking his head and blinking against watery eyes, he hears a soft, “Bless you, hyung!” 

Jungkook is staring at him over the back of the couch, eyes wide with worry. 

“Thanks, Koo,” he murmurs, walking the rest of the way into the living room. He sits down in the spot next to Jungkook, feeling completely embarrassed by the way the younger man is staring at him in concern.  

“Jiminie hyung picked out the movie,” Jungkook whispers before snuggling up against his side, a giant bowl of popcorn cradled in his lap.  

Namjoon tenses when Jungkook leans so heavily against him, but he forces himself to relax when Jungkook leans his head on his shoulder with a contented sigh. He realizes that Jungkook is a nice, cozy warmth against him, and it puts him at ease to have him cuddled up so affectionately.

Fortunately, the painkillers finally kick in about ten minutes into the movie, which is when Jungkook lifts his head from Namjoon’s shoulder and leans close to his ear.

“Want some popcorn?” He offers sweetly, and Namjoon is both shocked and touched because it’s Jungkook’s popcorn– a giant bowl that he usually devours completely by himself despite it being twice the amount of what the others share between the six of them. 

He’s honored, honestly, so he takes a handful when Jungkook tips the bowl toward him, tossing it into his mouth without a second thought even though he’s not at all hungry.

The popcorn irritates his throat before he’s even finished swallowing it, making him cough until Seokjin appears in front of him with a glass of water.

“Thanks,” he croaks, blushing when he sees the movie is paused. “Sorry. You didn’t have to stop the movie.”

Seokjin ignores him. “I’m getting drinks from the kitchen, who wants what?” He glances at Namjoon. “I can brew some tea or something.”

“How about hot cocoa instead?” Taehyung suggests hopefully, and Seokjin laughs. 

“Hot cocoa it is.”

Seokjin disappears into the kitchen. He soon comes back with a few beverages– a Sprite for Hoseok, water for Jimin and Jungkook– and then he goes to the kitchen and returns a few minutes later carrying a tray with four steaming mugs on it. He passes one out to each Yoongi, Taehyung and Namjoon and keeps the last for himself. 

It feels nice to sip on the hot cocoa, and Namjoon feels it soothe his throat from where the popcorn had irritated it. Jungkook eats the rest of his popcorn long before Namjoon is finished with his drink, so when he sets his mug down on the coffee table Jungkook is waiting to latch onto him, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head against his chest. 

“Comfy?” Namjoon chuckles when Jungkook yawns into the front of his shirt. 

“Very,” Jungkook replies.

Between the warmth in his belly and the warmth of Jungkook on top of him, Namjoon finds himself growing very sleepy very quickly. Each time Jungkook yawns, it triggers a yawn for him too, and soon his cheek is resting on top of Jungkook’s head, his own head feeling too heavy to hold up. He feels warm, almost hot, but not enough that he wants to move, and before the movie is even halfway through he can feel himself nodding off. 

Soon, Namjoon is so tired that he can’t keep his eyes open a second longer, and he falls asleep sitting up, only vaguely aware of Jungkook reaching up and rubbing soft circles on his chest as he drifts off. 

*

Namjoon is shaken awake what feels like five minutes later by Hoseok, whose face is so close to his that it makes his eyes hurt when he tries to focus on him. They’re the only two left out in the living room, the room dark and quiet. The only light in the room is coming from the dimmed lamp in the corner.

“Huh? Time is it?” He asks, feeling entirely confused about where he is and why his mouth and throat are so dry– almost painfully so– and why his sinuses are prickling the way that happens sometimes when he’s around too much dust.

He coughs once, bringing a fist up to scrub at his eyes, then his nose. Suddenly, Hoseok leans far back, almost flinching. Namjoon is about to question why when the prickling sensation in his nose intensifies and a sneeze barrels out of him, tearing through his throat.

“Sorry,” he rasps, coughing once and dragging his forearm under his nose. “Fuck.”

Hoseok is back in his space, his brows furrowed and his lips pursed. He touches Namjoon’s forehead with his fingertips, carding his hands through his short hair afterward. “Bedtime,” he says, sounding pretty cheerful for someone who looks so worried.

Namjoon ducks away from his hand and pushes himself up off the couch. He still feels like he’s half asleep. When he stands, his legs shake and his stomach flip-flops, and he can’t help the faint whimper that escapes his lips. 

“Joon?” Hoseok says, a soft inquiry that conveys his concern, but Namjoon can’t make himself look over. 

“Bedtime,” he manages to say. “Yeah. I’m gonna head to bed.” He swallows thickly, heart pounding as he pushes the sensation down and wills himself to make it to his bedroom without Hoseok noticing or worrying more about him than he already is. 

And as soon as he gets to his room, he shuts the door and nearly collapses on his bed without bothering to change into pajamas first, and promptly passes out. 

*

When Namjoon’s alarm goes off on Saturday morning, he jerks awake, a tangle of limbs and sheets as he twists around to try to find his phone. 

He manages to silence his alarm, and then he sits there for a moment, looking down at his clothes from yesterday that he’s still wearing in confusion. As he scrubs at his eyes and tries to remember the night before, he stares down at the phone, reading the calendar notification for a meeting in one hour with a growing sense of dread. So much for a day off to sleep in. He can’t believe he nearly forgot about his Saturday morning meeting that had been scheduled, and he’s grateful he remembered to set the alarm days ago.

Namjoon sighs and tries to resist the urge to climb back under the covers and fall back asleep. His cheeks are hot but the rest of him feels cold, and there’s a headache just behind his eyes. For some reason, his nose is a bit stuffy, and as he clears his throat he wonders if he slept with his mouth open or snored the whole night with the way it feels so dry. 

The whole time he’s getting ready, Namjoon feels disoriented. He puts on clothes, adding an extra sweater to combat the chill that’s enveloping his whole body, and then brushes his teeth and splashes cold water on his face. Before he leaves the bathroom, he decides to take a painkiller, and then he spends one more minute staring in horror at his reflection in the mirror because he honestly looks like shit. It both looks and feels as though he got two hours of sleep instead of seven.  

When he exits the bathroom and makes his way down the hall, he sees that only Yoongi and Taehyung are awake, eating breakfast together in the kitchen.

“Morning,” Yoongi says, smiling at him, but Taehyung gasps.

“What happened to you?” He asks, looking at Namjoon with a mixture of surprise and concern in his expression. “Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Rude,” Namjoon says– or, he tries to, but it comes out as a hoarse whisper that makes Taehyung’s eyes widen even further. 

“Are you going somewhere?” Yoongi asks, a little more subtle with his concern but now looking at Namjoon with a frown.

Namjoon sighs. “Work,” he tries to say. He clears his throat several times, but when he attempts to answer again his voice doesn’t sound much better. “Sorry,” he croaks. “I think I talked a lot yesterday.” 

“You talk a lot every day,” Taehyung says, eyeing Namjoon as he goes back to his cereal. 

“Isn’t that an optional meeting?” Yoongi asks. “You should skip it.”

But Namjoon can’t just skip it. He feels like he’s expected at meetings like this whether it’s explicitly stated or not, and he doesn’t want to disappoint anyone by not showing up. 

Instead of responding, Namjoon fills a glass with water and gulps it down, hoping to clear the frog in his throat before he has to head to the meeting. He glances down at his watch, resigns himself to the fact that his voice might be a little hoarse for the day, and then drinks one more glass of water before he heads out the door.

*

Namjoon’s voice is completely gone by the time he gets home.

The thing is– he doesn’t remember how he got home, only that he’s here now and that he feels like he could collapse as he unlocks the front door. 

In the entryway, he looks down at his shoes and tries to judge if he’ll be able to take them off without bedding down, and then stumbles as soon as he takes a step, barely catching himself on the wall. He squeezes his eyes shut, swallowing thickly and trying to regain his sense of balance.

“Why are you hugging the wall?” A voice behind him asks. 

Namjoon cracks one eye open. Jimin approaches him, and he reaches out, his palm settling between Namjoon’s shoulder blades. His hand moves up, cupping the back of Namjoon’s neck before he slides it up to his cheek.

“Oh my goodness, you’re burning up!” Jimin gasps. “Seokjinnie hyung!” He calls, turning his head towards the hallway. “Yoongi hyung!”   

Seokjin gets there first, and before Namjoon can process what’s going on he and Jimin are on either side of him, guiding his arms over their shoulders and leading him down the hallway towards his bedroom. He feels like he’s weighed down by sandbags and the only thing that’s keeping him upright is their support. 

They lead him to sit on his bed and Jimin kneels down in front of him, sliding his shoes and then his socks off his feet.

“Oh,” Namjoon croaks. He can’t believe he wore his shoes through the house and didn’t take them off when he got home, but now the memory of getting home is too hazy and he’s confused.

Seokjin reaches down and grabs the hem of his sweater, tugging it up until Namjoon lifts his arms. He pulls it over his head and tosses it onto the end of the bed. 

“Should we take his pants off too?” Jimin asks.

Namjoon feels a whine building in his chest as he begins to protest, knowing that he’ll be cold if they take all of his clothes, but his voice seems to be done and nothing comes out. 

Yoongi comes in then, holding a blister packet of medicine, a fever patch, a thermometer and a cool cloth folded over lengthwise. 

“What symptoms does he have?” Yoongi asks, and Namjoon opens his mouth to reply only to realize that he’s asking Jimin and Seokjin, not him.

“He has a fever,” Jimin answers. “He’s burning up and he almost passed out when he got home!”

Suddenly, everyone is in his room, crowding around the bed as they all chime in. 

“He didn’t eat dinner last night,” Hoseok tells them.

“I was suspicious he might have a cold,” Seokjin adds. “He was sneezing last night and I suggested he take cold medicine, but I don’t think he ever did.” 

“Oh, that’s why his breathing sounded so stuffy last night,” Jungkook realizes. “I thought he felt a little warm, too. And he was really tired. He never falls asleep during movie night.”

“He looked so awful this morning,” says Taehyung. “Maybe he has the flu?”

“How did he get so bad so quickly?” Hoseok asks, frowning. 

Yoongi drags a hand down his face. “I don’t think it was very quick. I think he’s just been hiding it.”

Namjoon scoffs. The sound comes out hoarse and it makes him cough. He can’t believe they’re all standing around talking about him like he’s not there while he shivers on his bed. And he hasn’t been hiding anything. He tries to make his unhappiness known by coughing again, but then he can’t stop. 

His head is too heavy and every cough hurts as it seems to reverberate throughout his skull. After a few moments, the coughing fit gets more intense and his stomach lurches, each cough making his abdomen clench uncomfortably and his ribs ache. Suddenly, no one is talking about him anymore and everyone is listening to him cough, and Seokjin– who has always been good at anticipating things– scrambles to grab the small trash can from under Namjoon’s desk. 

He gets the trash can up to Namjoon’s face just in time for him to get sick, both hands braced on his knees as he hunches forward and half-coughs, half-vomits up the meager contents of his stomach. 

“There you go,” Seokjin whispers soothingly as it subsides, rubbing Namjoon’s back. “Better out than in, yeah? Think you’re all done?”

Namjoon’s entire body is trembling. He nods his head, and Seokjin stays for a few moments longer, rubbing his back before he stands to go clean the trash can out, Yoongi following him from the room. Hoseok takes his place, rubbing soft circles between his shoulder blades. 

When he tries to talk, nothing comes out but a raspy squeak and his throat is so inflamed it sends a sharp jolt of pain when he swallows. He looks over at Hoseok in surprise at the state of his voice, and sees Hoseok wince in sympathy. 

“Okay, obviously don’t talk. You need to rest your voice. You can text us or write it down if you need something,” he says, patting Namjoon’s pocket where his phone is.”Why don’t we get you changed into some more comfortable pants and you can lie down for a bit?”

Namjoon tries to answer, but again nothing really comes out, and he clutches at his throat when the action makes it throb with pain. He swallows gingerly and allows Hoseok to help him change into pajama pants. 

Meanwhile, the others make quick work of setting up his nightstand with an array of items; his phone, a glass of water, a box of tissues, the medicine and thermometer are all placed within reach. Namjoon gets under the covers and lets them fuss over him for a minute, squeezing his eyes shut against another wave of nausea and shivering when he feels something cool against his forehead. He cracks open one eye and is met with Yoongi’s intensely worried frown as he smoothes a fever patch over his forehead.

“Make sure you keep drinking plenty of water,” Yoongi says when he realizes Namjoon is looking at him. He straightens, reaching out to pull the covers up to Namjoon’s chin. “I’ll find you something light to eat with the medicine.” 

“Who do you want to cuddle with first?” Taehyung asks, standing next to Yoongi and helping him get comfortable under his blanket. 

The question makes Namjoon feel a pang of guilt. Now that he’s accepted that he’s well and truly sick, he realizes that there’s too much attention on him and he’s suddenly uncomfortable with everyone’s eyes on him, worried about how close they all are, worried that he’ll get them all sick if they stay.

He picks up his phone with shaky hands and types out a message. 

no cuddles. germs :( 

Jungkook chuckles and starts to get into the bed. “Oh, I’m not worried about germs, hyung. I never get sick.”

“Like hell you don’t!” Jimin grabs him by the back of his shirt and pulls him backward. “Jungkookie, you are the only one in this room who is guaranteed to get sick.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung adds. “You’re sensitive, remember?” 

This earns an indignant squawk and a pout from Jungkook.

Seokjin raises an eyebrow. “You were literally just sick. Do you not remember?”

“I don’t mean sensitive in a bad way,” Taehyung amends, rubbing Jungkook’s arm. “We love that about you. But,” he says, reaching out and poking the very tip of Jungkook’s nose. “You’re the reason we have no tissues left in the entire house.”

Jungkook crosses his arms and glares at all of them. “Well then,” he says. “By that logic, if I’m already guaranteed to get sick, and I already cuddled with hyung just last night, then shouldn’t I be the only one who gets to cuddle with him today?”

With a smug expression, Jungkook climbs into the bed next to Namjoon, lifting the covers and tucking them around them both as he snuggles up to Namjoon’s chest.

“I’m so sorry you’re sick, hyung,” he whispers, rubbing Namjoon’s arm soothingly. “I hope once you take some medicine and get some rest you’ll be feeling better.”

“Okay, that’s…” Seokjin trails off, pinching the bridge of his nose. He sighs, then mutters, “I guess he’s technically not wrong.”

“We’ll have to go to the store and buy a lot more tissues,” Taehyung sighs.

As Jungkook looks at him, Namjoon is hit with how young he appears sometimes– any lingering feelings of wanting to be left alone dissipates immediately because damn, why is Jungkook the sweetest thing on the entire planet?

Namjoon clears his throat loudly and blinks away the sudden tears in his eyes. He’s feeling miserable and he wants so desperately to talk, and not being able to do so is beyond frustrating. 

He reaches for his phone and types something out, even though looking at the screen is making his headache worse.

I’ll cuddle with Koo

it’s his decision about germs I guess

don’t want to eat anything right now because I might throw up again

just want to sleep

With a sigh, Seokjin looks back and forth between Namjoon and Jungkook, and then he sighs again and leans forward to press a kiss to Jungkook’s forehead. 

Yoongi tips a pill into his palm from the bottle on the nightstand, extending out his hand toward Namjoon, but it’s Jungkook who takes it from him and passes it the rest of the way to the sick man.

Namjoon sighs, pops the pill into his mouth, and swallows it down with water, wincing at the raw feeling in his throat. Then, he settles back against the pillows, and Jungkook lays his head on his chest, and as everyone else turns out the lights and leaves the room Namjoon closes his eyes and tries to let himself fall asleep.

[min-yunki-agustd]

Of course, I can! Thanks for requesting and please enjoy!

sickie: Yoongi

Caretaker: Jimin

Tw: mentions of vomit, emeto, nausea

I recall someone doing something like this I'll put my own spin on it!

I hope you enjoy!

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Yoongi was on the edge of his bed. He was sweating bullets he could feel them soak his clothes. The sweat his body produced made him even colder than he already was. It was summer time so the air conditioning was on all threw the dorm. He made sure he was completely off. He even thought about turning on the heating because of how cold he felt. His body was visibly shivering.

Rm made sure that the heat was in fact not on. He knew that would be no help to the older members' fever. Namjoon had left the room a while ago in fear of catching what even yoongi had. Namjoon knew yoongi didn't get sick often so he knew it had to be something serious. Either that or just the flu. regardless Namjoon didn't want it whatever it was.

Namjoon would check up on the boy every now and then. He'd help clean the boy's bucket and bring him water. Jimin cared for yoongi the boy the most. rubbing yoongi's aching belly and making sure he got enough food, rest, etc. He even stayed in the bathroom with him while he was throwing up.

Yoongi began to find comfort in having Jimin around. He felt a bit better when he was around. If yoongi was throwing up in the bathroom Jimin was there rubbing his back, and stomach ever he needed the moment. Jimin would give him encouraging words and yoongi would believe them even if yoongi was in the bathroom longer than he should have, His stomach not seeming to give up.

Yoongi was currently sitting at the edge of the bed. sweating bullets. starring a hole into the bucket below him. He was incredibly nauseous. he was gonna puke he just knew he was. If he looked at anything other than the bottom of the bucket his vision would feel dizzy as though he were on a tilt a whirl ride.

He burped into the palm of his hand. Which somehow made him feel even more nauseated. He hadn't kept anything down all day and now he was about to throw up the nice lunch jin prepared for the sickly boy.

His body ached. He really didn't wanna throw up again. He just wanted to roll back up into his cozy blankets and sleep. It was coming up his throat. a familiar taste accompanied by the sour taste of stomach acid. His clammy hands shook holding onto the plastic bin the two used for paper and plastic trash in his and namjoon shared room.

His mouth filled with saliva. his body's way of protecting his teeth from the amount of stomach acid and undigested food that's about to come up. He gagged. He coughed choking a bit on all the silica in his mouth. "JIMNIIIEEE" He yelled out. He was so tired of getting sick. He didn't want to be alone in his room feeling awful. He just wanted Jimin. He heard no response " JIMI- " he was cut off he threw up. missing the small bin completely. He looked at the mess. His undigested lunch now covered his sweat-covered shirt and his sweat pants.

" HYung! " Namjoon ran into the room. " oh man Hyung!" Namjoon ran to his side and tried to comfort the older man. "NO -" Yoongi moved away from namjoon. "I wan-" he threw up again. this time he aimed himself for the bin. He retched. He sound like he was choking Namjoon gave Yoongi's back a hard pat. he was trying to help. but he wasn't very gentle. Yoongi choked finding it hard to grasp any air, especially after namjoon forcefully patted his back.

" Hyung, Jin, and Jimin went to the grocery store for more food and meds. They told me they were on their way back but he's not here right now hyung." Namjoon wish he could do more to help but comforting others in this manner wasn't really his thing. Yoongi looked upset at the information.

He choked and threw up another round of his lunch. He made the mistake of looking side the bucket. His body by surprise mediately lurched forward. he almost missed again, but namjoon guided his body to the right place. Yoongi seemed to be having trouble sitting up and aiming for the bucked. Namjoon though. Maybe I should move him to the bathroom he thought. his thoughts were interrupted by the incredibly loud retch that came from yoongi.

Yoongi wasn't typically the type to retch or even vomit loudly so this made namjoon jump a bit in place. Yoongi's hands began to cramp trying to keep the bucket in his lap. He hadn't even realized he was slowly letting go. He was just so tired and nauseated. Namjoon kept a firm grasp on the bin. yoongi had tears running from his eyes.

Namjoon couldn't tell if that was from the force of retching or if it was because of how upset yoongi was. " I want." - Yoongi couldn't finish his sentence he closed his watering eyes and positioned back over the bin. " what was that?" Rm asks " I- I want Jimin" Yoongi was talking so softly that rm almost couldn't hear him again. " Huh... He's out right now. I can get you hoseok? " namjoon asked. knowing that he made him feel better too. " nooooo "Yoongi whined. He swallowed down a mouth full of spit. feeling like vomiting again.

"NOOooo" Yoongi got a bit loud. That's the loudest he'd been all day apart from when he threw up a few minutes ago. yoongi knew that hoseok wasn't really good with this stuff and he'd just feel nauseous too. Yoogni would feel bad if he made hoseok sick he just wanted Jimin. Jimin wasn't too ruff and he knew he feel so much better if he was heard. " call him" Yoongi demanded. " Hoseok? he's just in his room-" "No- Yoongi interrupted. " call Jimin".

Namjoon was going to argue. he knew his hung was just delicious and in pain. he also knew it was pointless to bother arguing knowing Yoongi would be stubborn about it.

Namjoon pulled out his phone and called up Jimin. " hello! Jimin answered. Yoongi could hear his pleasant voice. Unfortunately, Yoongi felt like puking again. Yoongi moaned hating the nauseous feeling. His stomach turned and he put his face in the bin. He retched. "Jiminnnnieeeee ehhhhblurrhhhhh. He burped and promptly threw up after wards. It sounds awful. Namjoon cringed at the sound.

" hey! Jimin, There's a problem ..." there are sounds of yoongi vomiting on the back of the phone. " Yoongi wants you."

"me?" Jimin asked a bit confused and also a bit flattered. " you and no once else..' rm explains. " Is he alright? " Jimin asks

" I'm not sure but his throwing up again and a lot more than last time." do you think you can talk to him?" Namjoon asked. "sure, put me on speaker," Jimin says

" huh? are you ok? " Yoongi couldn't respond to Jimin's question. He wanted to, badly, but his stomach kept bringing up more and more mouth fulls of vomit. he wishes he hadn't eaten so much of the soup Jin cooked him but he was so hungry before. Yoongi's stomach swirled.

" I won't be much longer hung I'm on my way home!" Namjoon could hear the worry in his voice.

Yoongi hadn't stopped puking even when Jimin burst threw the doors of the dorm and thew the door of yoongi's room. Jimin mediately came to yoongi's side. Yoongi was flushed but pale. His body was shaking and his clothes were a mess. Jimin rubbed the boy's back and whispered encouraging words in his ears. He eventually stopped.

His stomach was severely sore and his body ached. Yoongi was extremely tired. He was also extremely filthy. Yoongi held on to Jimin tightly. Jimin didn't mind at all. Yoongi's body was extremely warm. Yoongi almost feel asleep in Jimin's arm that was until Jimin started taking off yoongi's clothes. Jimin knew Yoongi wouldn't be able to properly rest with vomit on his shirt and pants.

Namjoon took clothes out of Yoongis's closet and placed them beside the sickly boy. Namjoon then left out but before he left told him what he was about to go do Jimin. "I'm gonna go run a bath for hyung..." " Ok thanks hyung.... make sure to get him a towel too," Jimin. responds.

Namjoon tips his invisible hat and left the room. Yoongi shivered the only clothes he had on left were his underwear and socks. He clung to Jimin's arm. Jimin has seen Yoongi be this clinging in a really long time.

Jimin guided Yoongi to the bathroom. Jimin helped yoongi with the rest of his clothes. He seemed to struggle a bit his hands and body shook. Yoongi got in the tub. It was absolutely freezing it made yoongi shiver even more. Rm knew that having a luck warm bath would help yoongi's fever. Jimin left while Yoongi cleaned up. Jimin wanted to give the boy a bit of privacy. Jimin went to go fix the boy's room. Namjoon was grabbing yoongi some meds and some crackers. He hoped he would keep them down this time.

After the bath rm and Jimin got him to his bed rm was left out knowing that he'd be no good at this point for his hyung. Yoongi was now in clean clothes. Jimin places clean soft blankets on top of the sickly boy. He began to gently rub yoongi's stomach trying to help yoongi fall asleep. After an hour of belly rubs, yoongi still would not sleep.

Yoongi's belly was still giving him trouble, he still felt nauseous. Jimin knew exactly what Yoongi wanted. he held on to the other hand. moments later Yoongi was practically snoring. Jimin rolled his eyes. He kept rubbing the boy's stomach and holding his hand......

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I have no idea what possessed me to make this simple request for so long lol. I hope you enjoy thanks for requesting!

[interesting-interludes]

the comforts of creatures (1)

creature comforts:

↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being

→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

→ genre: fantasy!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut

→ word count: 2.1k

→ summary: you’re a prisoner here, but you can’t remember why. you can’t remember much of anything. not where you came from, not who you are, not even what you are. what happens when a pack of terrifying monsters breaks into the facility where you’re being held. not to kill you, but to...protect you?

→ content warnings: captivity (including forced sensory deprivation, effects of dehumanization), soul bond, violence, low self-worth, memory loss, protective!jin & jungkook

→ a/n: a completely self-indulgent hurt + comfort story that I wrote (and will most likely continue to write) in a frenzy because I wanted to read it :) if you’re excited to read more of this series please reblog and share your thoughts!!

series masterlist → next part

part 1: the rescue

Something seizes inside your chest. That’s the only word your sluggish brain can muster to describe it: something, foreign yet familiar at the same time.

After so many days—days? hours? weeks?—of feeling nothing but drowned sensations, it feels like a sledgehammer to the gut.

The sheer force of it wrenches a choked gasp from your lips, and it’s the loudest sound you’ve heard in a long while. One hand reaches up to clutch at your heart, the other gripping your forehead where a violent throbbing pounds at your skull.

The intensity makes you scramble along the stone floor until your back hits the wall, the only other thing in the room that can be used to ground you.

This...thing, it grips you harder than the cold, tighter than the hunger in the pit of your stomach.

Stinging tears brim in your eyes. Even though you’re alone in the room, something else, a deep something, tells you to choke them back before someone sees. Before the pain that always follows when you let them fall past your lids.

The thing feels like hope, desperate and burning white-hot. It feels like warmth and a sigh of relief.

It feels like something he would punish you for. Because things like you aren’t meant to feel things this good.

What sounds like an explosion reverberates through the thick concrete walls. The floor trembles. You can hear people screaming, guards shouting orders over the pound of footsteps.

The sensation in your chest continues to build, unbearably so, until the tendons in your lungs feel close to tearing.

The sound of shouting and fast footfalls begins to fade, moments later replaced by ones much louder, heavier, faster.

Gunshots in the distance, one after the other. Then a deafening roar. A nonhuman roar.

It’s all so loud. The noise presses against you from all angles, closing in until you can almost feel its weight.

You cup your hands around your ears, squeeze your eyes shut, curl into a pathetic ball but it still thuds in your head. Sharp and bruising and loud loud loud.

Not that you realize it, but you’ve been without light and sound for six days.

Your brain is slow to process what’s happening, struggling to make sense of the impossible.

Because he always said that no one knew they were there, that the wards were impenetrable. Even if someone got through the wards, who would be stupid enough to attack them at their own home base?

No one is coming for you, his voice slices through your thoughts. Why would anyone ever come looking for you? You are nothing.

The heavy footsteps draw closer, along with the sound of doors banging open.

You curl further into yourself, trying to block it all out. One of those disgusting creatures from the outside must have gotten in. It’s in their nature to seek blood and destruction, after all.

Maybe you’ll be lucky enough for a quick death. But...you’re not sure you deserve it.

You are nothing.

With a horrible creak of bending metal, the door is ripped off its hinges.

The sudden flood of light makes you flinch back and shield your face. The feeling in your chest thuds against your rib cage, like your heart is trying to escape your body.

You don’t move, can’t move. Not until a deep growl puts the fear of god in your bones.

It makes you peek through your fingers just enough to see what has caused the sudden flood of light.

The shape in the doorway is anything but human. Massive and powerful, it’s too big to be fully visible through the doorway. All you can see is four muscle-corded legs that end in clawed feet, trailing red behind them. The thing’s fur is matted with something dark and wet.

The creature bends down to peer into the room, exposing a skeletal head and sharp, dripping antlers.

You meet it’s black eyes, and something akin to recognition glints in the glassy surface. Your heart thuds almost painfully.

The creature tips it’s head back and howls, flashing several rows of wolf-like teeth.

It’s much too big to fit through the door, but it rams it’s head into it anyway. Distressed whimpers fall from it’s mouth as it bucks and charges at the wall. It dents the metal, desperate in it’s attempt to get to you.

Frozen. All you can do is shrink further into the corner of the room, closing your eyes and awaiting the inevitable. Hoping it’s quick, hoping that whatever happens afterwards is better than staying here.

The metal groans, beginning to warp and buckle under the force of the creature’s antlers as it slams into it harder and harder.

A beat of silence.

You open your eyes to find the creature stepping back as much as the hallway allows. It stomps it’s feet, flexing it’s hind legs.

Huffing out a grunt, it lunges forward to charge with all it’s might.

The metal finally gives out, tearing in jagged shards so the doorway is now a giant hole.

Your stomach drops as the creature lunges straight for you, too terrified to even close your eyes for the end of it all.

But the creature doesn’t rip you to shreds with it’s teeth, or maim you with it’s claws, or impale you with it’s antlers.

It nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder, a soft whine leaving it’s panting mouth. You feel it’s wet nose nudging you all over, sniffing like it’s searching for something.

Wet against your cheek. You realize that the thing is licking your face like a dog that’s been reunited with it’s owner.

Frozen, still. You can’t make your limbs move an inch, icy fear still stiff in your veins.

The creature retreats from poking and prodding you, still panting and mewling like an excited puppy. It hops a little on it’s strong legs, nodding it’s head at you expectantly.

You...have no idea what’s going on.

You should be dead by now. The beasts from the outside are supposed to kill anything and everything that crosses their path. They’re not supposed to yip playfully and nestle their huge forehead against yours.

The creature perks it’s great head like it senses something.

You assume that it must’ve realized that you’re prey, an enemy. Pinching your eyes shut, again, you wait for the end. Hopefully it’s a merciful one.

A moment later, you feel cold hands cradling your face.

Your eyes pop open.

You can’t decide if the man leaning over you is a corpse or a god. At the same time, wondering how beauty and death can exist in the same face.

A god, from the way his brown hair is pushed back from his forehead, the way his eyes are slanted so prettily. A god because he’s tall and demands respect with his presence, those broad shoulders and sharp jawline.

A corpse, from the was his full mouth drips with blood, running down his chin and neck. Two sets of yellowed fangs peek over the plush flesh of his lips. Dark purple veins peek through his almost translucent skin, showing the shadow of his skeleton underneath.

You feel his thumbs stroking your cheeks. Tears pool in his red, bloodshot eyes.

“Oh baby,” he says sadly, looking down at your flimsy clothing, at the fresh wounds covering your body.

It makes something burn in your heart, something like pain and healing at the same time.

The corpse-like man draws you closer, hugging you to his chest as he whispers out soft hushes and sweet nothings that sound like cotton in your dull ears.

And the more he touches you, the more the feeling flares. It’s close to unbearable, stealing away your breath, vision swimming.

The other creature shifts to the ground, curling around you in a way that’s almost...protective?

A name you don’t recognize falls from the man’s mouth, and just like that, your consciousness winks out like a flickering candle flame.

They found you. Months of desperate searching, following any and every lead, no matter how small or fleeting. Days at a time without sleeping, without eating. 

Weeks of Yoongi locking himself in his room, tearing apart his grimoires, carving runes into his skin, trying every locator spell he knew to get even a whiff of your location.

After months of feeling empty, feeling like a piece of them was dead, they finally found you.

Once Yoongi broke through the wards, storming the facility wasn’t difficult. They may have technology, firearms and sheer numbers, but they don’t have primal fury.

Because their person, their final piece, was stolen from them.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, they felt it. A sudden pain in their chest, sharp and heart-wrenching.

She’s here, and she’s hurt.

They tore through the place in a feral rage, cutting down anyone that tried to obscure their path, because they did this. They’re the ones that kept you from them.

Jungkook plowed through the outer gates, the inner gates, the front doors. No one tried to hold him back as he sprinted through the storm of bullets.

Namjoon’s smoke shielded him, not that he needed it. The frenzy of finally being close to his mate after all this time would’ve made a few bullets feel like pinpricks.

He must’ve caught your scent, because the next moment he’s rearing his head back and roaring like he’s just been struck by an arrow.

Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung all hear it, shifted into their full forms throughout the facility.

The human part of them, the animal part of them, aches with the urge to seek you out themselves. But they have to take care of the ones who did this to you, because they’ll do it again if given the chance.

Jungkook will find you, he has the best nose out of all of them.

Bounding through the halls with renewed urgency, all that fills Jungkook’s head is she’s close she’s close where is she oh god where is she?

He can smell you, or he can smell your panic, and all he can think is don’t worry, I’m coming. Just hold on a little longer.

He comes to a hallway that reeks of pain and sorrow. It’s lined with bolted doors all the way down, each filled with prisoners that stink with lingering wounds.

Tearing the doors away one by one, peering into each room, he doesn’t stop until he reaches the end of the hall.

When he looks into this room, he sees a lone figure huddled in the darkness. A wave of fear floods his nose, then the stench of infection.

He howls. A bitter, provoked howl. The sound of a creature who’s mate is in danger.

Adrenaline pumps through his veins, fur bristling as he rears and charges at the doorway with all his might.

It takes several tries, but eventually he breaks through.

He doesn’t understand why wave after wave of fear is radiating off of you. He expected you to be relieved, to jump into his arms the second you saw him.

You’ve been their mate for years. Why are you shying away like you’re afraid of him? 

When he finally breaks through the walls, you shrink so far into yourself that it looks like you might disappear.

Jungkook crowds you, sniffing you all over, searching for injuries.

He finds too many. Before he can let out another pained howl, he catches a whiff of another one of his mates.

Jin crashes into the room, looking furious and determined.

The same pleasant pain surges in the taller man’s own chest, stronger than it’s burned in months. The bite mark on his left wrist burns with it.

Jin drops to his knees in front of you, breathing in your scent for the first time in months.

Filth is smeared all over your skin. Your hair is shorter, much shorter. It looks as if it’s been cut with a blunt knife.

He too smells the infection. And the blood, of course he smells the blood.

“Oh baby,” he breathes out. “I’m so sorry. We came as soon as Yoongi found you.”

You’re staring up at him with wide, terrified eyes. And it looks like there’s nothing behind them. No relief, no recognition. Just confusion and panic.

“Baby?” Jin whispers, giving your shoulders and gentle shake, but you look as if you didn’t even hear it.

What the fuck did they do to you?

He hugs you close, your body feeling cold and weak in his hold.

He mumbles out apology after apology. I’m so sorry it took so long. I’m so sorry for what they did to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop them. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

Something flutters in his lungs. When he looks down, he sees you take a sharp inhale.

He hangs onto that breath, waiting for you to say something, do something, anything other than sitting there shivering like you’re too scared to even flinch.

He calls your name, and you collapse in his arms.

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[sickiesope]

Hello! Can I request sick jungkook with a bad stomach bug and he’s sick all night? Any caretaker is fine

Another sick JK fic! :) I couldn't decide on a caretaker so I chose two, I love the maknae line together 💜

Up all night

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretakers: Jimin and Taehyung

TW: emeto

It's 3 in the morning and Jungkook is throwing up into the toilet once again. He's been going back and forth from his room to the bathroom all night. He caught a vicious stomach bug out of nowhere and took a turn for the worse after dinner. Taehyung and Jimin are both up taking care of the maknae. Jimin rubs his back while Taehyung went to get water.

Jungkook leans in front of the toilet as his stomach cleches and he pukes up his dinner. Little pieces of undigested bibimbap floating in the bowl, he stares at it glumly.

Jimin feels so bad seeing the youngest like this. Now that he thinks about it, Jungkook seemed like he was struggling a bit at dance earlier. His face looked pale and he seemed to get tired faster...and now he's hunched over the toilet throwing up everything he ate.

Jungkook is shaking all over as he holds himself over the bowl, breathing shallow. He upchucks another lumpy wave, filling the bowl more. "Hyung.." he whimpered "I hate this."

"Awwh, it's okay Kookie" Jimin coos, rubbing circles into his upper back. Jimin feels his back muscles tense up when he heaves and sways forward, projectile vomiting. The older grimaces at the awfulness, that was an especially bad one. Jungkook is coughing and spitting repeatedly and sweating profusely. His stomach is in shambles and he has cramps from all the heaving. When he finally finishes spitting he's catching his breath.

"Finished?"

"Yeah.. for now" JK wipes his forehead.

Jimin flushes it for him and wipes his face with a towel.

Taehyung is waiting for him outside with water. Jungkook takes a sip and swishes his mouth and spits into the sink. He doesn't want to risk swallowing it and getting sick again.

"You should drink some as well Kook"

"Ugh, I'll just puke it up again" JK whined.

"You don't want to get dehydrated" Taehyung advises.

Jungkook sighs, looking at the cup. He takes a few tiny sips and holds his breath, seeing how his stomach reacts. It seems..fine. For now.

"Let's get you back to bed" Taehyung murmurs, leading him out.

Jungkook holds his middle as he trudges back to his room. But as soon as he gets comfortable back in bed, his stomach starts roiling again. "Ughh, come on" he moans, sitting up and taking off the blankets. He gags and gets up in a panic with a hand over his mouth. JK races as fast as he can to the bathroom but he doesn't make it; he threw up all over the floor in an instant. "Ahh fuck.." His stomach forced it up so fast within 5 seconds. Taehyung and Jimin gasp and rush over.

"Oh no, Kookie! It's okay, come here" Jimin gets him to the toilet and he spews up more liquid.

"Oh no I'm so s-sorry" Jungkook's choking out sobs.

"It's okay it's not your fault" the elders both reassure him. Jimin goes back to rubbing his back and Taehyung cleans the floor. They give him another set of clothes to change into as he got the other ones dirty. They also give him a trash bin for his room.

Jungkook sits in his bed with it as he doesn't trust his stomach enough to lie down again. And right he is. He burps and out comes a bitter tasting mouthful of liquid. He's dry heaving and coughing over the bucket on the corner of his bed. He's exhausted. "No more throwing up..no more.." the maknae whimpered to himself, eyes tearing up. Jungkook throws up more water and it comes out his nostrils too. Now it burns breathing through his nose and his eyes are really watering. He spits out bile and wipes his eyes with a tissue.

"N-no more.." Jungkook looks at the bit of vomit in the bin and sighs. He rubs his stomach trying to calm it. He can feel exhaustion taking over and he flops back against the pillow. It's almost 5 now and his body is just done.

Jimin and Taehyung join him in bed to make sure he's okay and they're tired as well. Jungkook soon drifts off into a deep sleep.

[sicjimin]

— Fever Weather —

a.n : hi! i just discovered that tumblr wont let me edit my answer as a draft soooo i messed things up and can't put the story as an answer .. i hope you see this, anon ! as always im sorry for taking sooooo long and i hope i can fulfill your expectation about this request. And im sorry i can't put all of ot6 as the caretaker .. thats a lot of people but im trying my best 🥲 i hope you guys like it !

tw: emeto

"Hyung .. are you okay? Do you need help?", he asks cautiously towards the oldest, that earlier has been cooking for their dinner in the kitchen. He looks tired—way too tired for someone that's just done cooking. If he looks closely, he even get to see beads of sweat forming around his forehead, dampening his already long dark brown locks. No—Jimin didn't actually need to assess that much, because there's an obvious one.

Jimin cocked his eyebrows as someone plops on the couch beside him, and the crease between his eyebrows getting deeper as he take a good look of his hyung.

Jin is wearing a quiet thick hoodie. While cooking. And it's not winter.

"Mhm .. i'm done with the cooking", Jin mumbles, not even moving from his position to talk to the younger. His eyes closed—burried under his arms that he thrown accross his face. "I just .. need to sit down. I'm tired"

Jimin hums, slowly closing his phone and put it on the table. He scoots closer. His hyung is definitely not looking good. "Are you feeling okay hyung?", he asks once again, but it's getting the same result—a low hum. "If you're tired, you can rest in your room hyung. The others still taking their time to arrive", he shrugs, leaning against the couch.

Jin perks up at that, before pushing himself up, "Mhm, i'm going to sleep for a minute .. call me when they arrived?"

"Sure hyung, sleep well", Jimin bids his goodbye as the older retreats up to his room. When he hears a soft click from his room, he opens his phone again. Brushing any thoughts that something is up with Jin—maybe he's really tired. They did a lot today if he digs it. Or maybe today is just one of his hyung's bad days ; everyone has it once in awhile.

Jimin shrugs, decides to let the older take as much moment of peace as he can before other 5 persons filling their space again.

***

"Where's Jin hyung?", Taehyung asks, as five of them starts hovering around the kitchen. They all arrived one by one an hour ago. All of them—except Jimin—still damp from shower and visibly hungry. Jimin perks up from the plate that he's setting on the table. "Oh, hyung is sleeping", he realizes, "Kook-ah, can you wake hyung up?"

"I will do it", Yoongi chimes in from the living room before the youngest can answer.

"Thank you hyung!"

If Yoongi can feel Namjoon and Hobi's knowing gaze and quiet snickers burning holes into his skull as he trudges upstairs, Yoongi gonna pretend it doesn't make his cheeks blasting a faint red.

"Hyung?", Yoongi knocks when he arrived at the door beside his room. It's silent.

"Hyung? Wake up", Yoongi tries again, "It's time for dinner, everyone is waiting hyung"

Silence.

Yoongi frowns. Seokjin is a light sleeper, so there's no way he doesn't wake up after 10 knocks straight on his wooden door. "Hyung?"

Additional 5 knocks, and he still meet with silence. Yoongi pushes his ear on the door—trying to detect any slightest hint of life there, but he meets with nothing. Not even the sound of air conditioner.

He frowns. Is Jimin messing up with him? What if Jin actually going somewhere and not in his room?

Yoongi sighs, knocking the door again, "Hyung? Are you there? Wake up", still silent, "Ah fuck it", he mumbles before turning the knob, "I'm going in hyung, you better not doing anythi—hyung?"

Yoongi grunts caught up on his throat as he meet with a pitch black room. It's quite warm in here as the air conditioner isn't on and the window definitely locked. But what surprised him the most is a big lump on the bed, that emmiting a low groan and shivers.

Yoongi quick on his feet, turning on the light—gaining an even louder groan as the lump moves, curling himself small. "Hyung .. are you okay?", he rushes to the bed, and tugging the blanket that engulfing the oldest up to the tip of his hair down.

"Fuck", he curses under his breath, as he sees Jin shivering—teeth clattering, his lips chapped, and his cheeks flushed. He's sweating under the thick blanket and hoodie—but he still looks cold as he tries to tug the blanket up again, "Hyung .. you have a fever. Gosh .. why don't you tell one of us if you're sick?", Yoongi rambles as his adrenaline spiked.

Jin groans at the sudden exposure to the cold and bright world. He's cold. Extremely cold. And his head hurts. "Cold ..", he groans, trying to tug the blanket up again and curls inside it until he feels better. "No shit you're burning up"

He hears someone grumbling. Jin wants to open his eyes and chatters whoever decided to turn on the light and peel the blanket away from him, but his eyes feels like it's weight a ton—he's too tired to do so. "Mhm ..", he mumbles instead, hoping that it would come accross as his protest. He hears someone pacing around before it's quiet again, and there's nothing holding his blanket down. So Jin takes the opportunity to hides himself again, his knees going up curling against his chest—trying to make himself as small as possible as everything hurts for him.

He feels awful. He knows he's going down with something—he means, after a month full of works from dawn to dawn again as he preparing for his solo .. it's definitely predictable that his body is going to crash. He already feel the telltale of it coming since yesterday, but brushing it off as a mere flu. It's only this afternoon things going downhill for him. He almost faint when he was cooking earlier. His fever has spiked up and the heat from the stove and pan around him act like a gaslight. He saves himself from an embarassing fainting accident as he quickly finish up everything and rushes to the couch when he feels cold sweats forming up inside his hoodie and there's black spots at his peripheral visions.

"Hyung?", his brain-rambling got cut off as someone tugged his blanket down—Again—and suddenly there's a cold hand pressed against his forehead. "Whaat .. ", he whines, actually feeling annoyed now. Can't he just sleep in peace?!

He vaguely hears someone—no, few someone .. murmuring around him.

"You're right hyung .. he's burning up"

"See? Fuck .. what should we do, Min?"

"Do you think we need to bring him to the hospital? Or we should call manager-nim and ask him to bring doctor?", then there's a groan, "I don't know hyung, you're the older one from us"

Min ..? Jimin? And is that Yoongi?

Jin moans as he shifts, wanting to see what's the commotion that makes him can't sleep in peace. His eyelids feels like weight a ton, and the roof is spinning when he opens his eyes. He squints, trying his best to get his consciousness together. "What are you guys doing here?", he croaks out, and it hurts. His mouth tastes funny and dry, and there's a throbbing pain on his temples like some people have slapped him a few times there.

He finally manages to open his eyes. It's pitch black and blurry.

"Hyung .. you're awake? How are you feeling?", Jimin asks, concern clearly visible in his voice. Jin tries to speak but can only grunt in response. "Like shit", he huffs, closing his eyes again as his room seems like it's spin harder and starts to make him nauseous. "My head hurts .. and my body feels cold", he adds, his words slurred. "think i caught something"

He feels someone patting his forehead. "You're running a fever, hyung", this time Yoongi chimes in, finally finding his voice to speak. "Have you eaten something hyung?"

The mention of putting something in his mouth making his stomach churn with nausea as he shakes his head. "Not since breakfast"

"Then let's get you some food, and then you can take some medicine to help your fever", Yoongi offers. There's rustle behind the younger before they heard footsteps rushing back down stairs. "We'll be back in a minute hyung", he says before Jin can argue.

After a few seconds, Jin hears loud chatter outside the room, and his nausea intensifies as he feels something wet dripping onto his side—he must've fallen asleep. He grimaces, surprised with the sudden temperature change. But the cloth on his forehead feels nice actually. "Ssshh .. it's just a cold cloth hyung, your fever is quite high. Yoongi hyung is preparing your food", Jimin says beside him, as he keeps smoothing the cool towel on the other's forehead. The action calms him a little bit, which is good, because his organs inside feels like it's on a race and working overdrive. Everything hurts and feel awful.

"I dont know if i can eat", Jin huffs, "I feel nauseous"

Jimin frowns, "Do you want to throw up hyung?"

"I don't know .. not yet i think", Jin shrugs , "I mean.. I guess. It feels really gross though. I feel like something is stuck in there", he pats his stomach with a wince. Before Jimin could say anything else, the door creaked open, and Yoongi steps inside carefully.

Smell of the food waft through the air. Jin gulps, already feeling full from it. "Hyung .. let's eat?"

"I'm not hungry", Jin answers truthfully, and Yoongi scoffs, "You're sick, you won't feel hungry hyung. Let's eat something, please"

Jin shakes his head.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, "Jimin-ah, help hyung sit up", he orders, gesturing Jimin who quickly helps the elder sitting up. Yoongi walks next to Jin and sits opposite the eldest on the edge of the bed.

"Do you want me to feed you?", Yoongi taunts, reaching for the spoon.

"Nope", Jin immediately denies with Jimin giggling beside him. "Just take a few bites hyung, you don't need to eat it all up", the younger teases as Jin huff, glaring at them as he grabs the spoon from Yoongi's hand.

It takes a few minutes to eat some of the food in front of him before his stomach protest. Jin closes his eyes as he slowly put his 5th bites down and take a big inhale.

"Hyung?", Yoongi calls him worried, watching his brother leans back, breathing heavily. And going paler by seconds, "Do you feel sick?"

Jin just nods, eyes fluttering shut as he clutches his blanket closer, tries to fight the urge to gag. He tries to swallow and force the vomit in his throat back down. But it's futile as a burp slips from him and his sense filled with what he just ate—the taste, the smell, the texture—he sucks a breath, flies his fist against his lips, "I'm going to puke"

"Shit", he hears Yoongi mutter behind him. And then, there are hands gripping his shoulders. "Jimin-ah, trashcan"

Jin 's mind goes foggy as nausea coccooned him like a heavy blanket. He feels like he's not in control of his own body. His ears ringing—but he still can hear the youngers panicked gasps when another gag, a deep and wet one, racked through him. "Jimin, quick!"

"Sshh .. hyung, here", Jimin's voices were barely audible as there's a faint weight on his lap. He feels a wave of nausea hit him hard—his stomach heave and bile came rushing out from the back of his mouth. Jin gasps, his head throbbing as he felt the warm liquid run down from his lips. A second later, he hears Jimin's soft voice beside him asking something, but he can barely register anything about it as he gags one more time and belches. His stomach muscles suddenly contract, heaving out more vomit. 4th bitss of food he manages to put in, come out in one big wave, adding a significant weight onto his lap.

"Gosh ..", he moans, "I feel so sick"

"It's okay hyung let it out", then he felt someone rub circles between his shoulder blades. "Do you want water?"

He shakes his head as he takes a deep breathe, preparing himself for the next round as he leans in and starts to retch, heaving out all whatever was left over from this morning or even the night before. It doesn't take much energy to bring everything up. "Oh... oh gosh...", he groans between heaves. His fingers digging into the blankets tightly as his whole body trembles from exertion.

"Breathe hyung ... you will feel better soon", Yoongi's words seem like they're coming from far away, muffled as he pants, still hugging the trashcan tightly.

"Drink ..", he croaks out , and he's pretty sure that his voice sounds hoarse and gravely. He watches as Jimin passes the straw from the bottle of water in his hand to his mouth. He drinks slowly, letting the water run down his dry throat. His headache seems like it's getting worse, and his body is sore, too.

"Done hyung?", Jimin asks as he hands the glass back to him. Jin shakes his head, huffing, as he rest his head against the pillow. He closes his eyes, focusing on the soothing touches against his skin rather than the turmoil inside his guts.

"I'm going to puke again", Jin whispers after few minutes of silence between them.

"Here", Yoongi suddenly speaks, pulling Jin forward, helping the older to sit up, "Don't worry, I'll hold the trashcan up"

"Okay", he puffs out before another round of gag taking over him. This round is shorter than the first one as his body seems like it's only need to reject the water he just took.

"Okay .. i'm done, i think", Jin sniffles, pushing the trashcan away as the smell filled his entire room. Yoongi nods, taking the trashcan away to the bathroom, while Jimin helping him laying down again. As soon as Jin lays flat on his back, Jimin climbs on top of him, wrapping a soft blanket around him and holding him close. "Are you alright?", he looks at him. And then Jin nods, his eyes closed again, still a little weak from being sick, and his body aching and tired from vomiting, but otherwise he's fine.

Jimin hums. "Do you want me to stay here with you?"

Another nod. Jimin smiles, immediately wraps an arm around Jin's body and pulls the older towards him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. And just like that, Jin falls back into sleep.

Yoongi's eyes widen at the sight in front of him as he's back from the bathroom. "Is he sleeping?", he whispers at Jimin that makes eyecontact with him. Jimin nods, "Just let him hyung .. he must be tired", he replies quietly, "He can take his medicine later"

Yoongi sighs, sitting at the edge of the bed as he watches the half eaten food and medicine on the nightstand. "Okay, i can heat up the food later, or i will just bring him something light", he mumbles quietly. "His fever still high?"

Jimin chuckles nervously, "He is. I can feel it against my shirt"

Yoongi hums, taking the wet cloth again and wiping Jin's pale forehead gently before placing it on his forehead. The older sighs in relief, eyes still closed, relaxing into the touch. Unconsciously, Yoongi's lips curls up a little at that, "You're so whipped hyung", Jimin scoffs and earns himself a playful punch on his arm. "Ow!"

"Be quiet", Yoongi says before turning his attention back at Jin, "Keep the cloth, okay? If you need something, or when hyung wakes up, text me"

Jimin chuckles at that, "Get it hyung .. or you want to switch places with me?", he teases.

Yoongi rolls his eyes—but again, his face betrayed him. "No, i will not do that", he snatches the tray back from the nightstand, "But if you need anything just call for me okay, i'll be outside", he grunts before quickly closes the door, ignoring the little brat laughter from inside.

***

Jin didn't know how long he has been asleep—all that he know that his room still pitch black, no sign of sunlight, there's still quite lot of noises outside that means some of the members are still awake—it's not that late yet, and someone has been cuddling with him. He groans, stretching his body as much as he can as it feels sore all over. His joints and muscles feels like it's been tied to a knot, and his stomach been rumbling —that he can't differentiate if it's because of hunger or nausea.

Jin peels himself away, wanting to freshen himself up that's covered in sweat, and maybe make a warm tea to fill his stomach. He frowns when a cloth fall on his lap as he get up. He looks around and then meet with a bowl of water and Jimin that still sleep soundly beside him. It's all clicked then—with how his fever already going down too.

Jin smiles, trudging to the bathroom as quiet as he can to not wake up the younger on his bed. He deserves a little more sleep for taking care of him.

"Hyung! You're awake? Feeling better?", Jungkook chastises when Jin walks down the stairs. The youngest quickly rushes to his feet as he sees his hyung flatters on the last step. "Hyung .. slowly"

Jin sighs, "Thank you, Kook-ah .. hyung is fine. Still dizzy", he ruffles the grey hair, "Why are you not sleeping yet? Where's the other?"

"I was just done playing with Taehyungie, my brain still can't shut down yet", Jungkook shrugs, trailing behind the older as Jin walks into the kitchen. "You can sit hyung. You're still swaying on your feet", he chuckles, watching Jin rummaging through the cabinet. But there's a concern lacing on it. "What do you want?"

"Just a tea, please", Jin says before giving up and sits on the stool instead. "Coming right up", Jungkook turns around, running to the cabinet and pulling out a tea and sugar. It didn't take long before a warm cup serves in front of him. Jin wraps his palms around it, taking a sip of it. It's a sweetened green tea with honey and coconut milk. It warms his entire body up, sending shivers down his spine. He inhales deeply, closing his eyes.

"I got you some medicine", Jungkook says and holds up the small plastic pill container, shaking it lightly, "Yoongi hyung told me earlier to give it to you"

Jin scoffs, taking the pills in one swift motion—not letting his body reacts. "He's so stubborn"

"He's worried hyung", Jungkook giggles, "You should look at him when he knows you're sick"

Jin sighs, can't help the tip of his ears that reddened in instant. "I don't know what you're trying to say"

"Sure hyung", Jungkook grins.

They stay in silence for a while as Jin tries to finish his tea—and a slice of bread that Jungkook threatened for him to eat. "You can go to sleep, Kook-ah. Hyung will stay here a little longer", Jin says softly while reaching out his hand to pat Jungkook's legs as they lounge on the couch. "No", Jungkook protests, shaking his head to get rid off the sleepiness that starts getting on him. "I'm staying with you", he yawns, "I'm going to get more blankets"

Jin snorts softly, nodding as his gaze stays on the younger. Jungkook disappears upstairs to get some more blankets and pillows for Jin. After that, he goes back downstairs. "You don't want to go back to your room hyung? Sleep again? The medicine should make you sleepy", Jungkook chatters, yawning in between his words. Jin shakes his head in response as he bundled himself with blanket—he can feel the fever spiking up again. "Jimin is sleeping there, and i literally just woke up from hours of sleep", he chuckles, "I'm not sleepy yet"

"Mhm", Jungkook hums, "I can bring Jimin hyung out. One scoop and he's back to his room"

Jin laughs, nudging the younger with his toes, "He's your hyung!"

"But he's small! It's easy!"

"Jungkook!"

***

They have been lounging in the living room for an hour—Jungkook has loses his fight against his sleepiness a minutes ago, curling up on the other side of couch—when Jin feels nausea coming back. He groans, trying to ignore it with rubbing it slowly and taking a counted breath.

It only lasts for 5 minutes before he sits straight upright as his hands start trembling slightly; his throat closing up and a loud gag escapes his lips. He can taste liquid on the back of his throat. The sudden moves and noise made Jungkook stirs, squinting his eyes as he tries to adjust the light, "Hyung .. what? Are you okay?", he asks, sitting up too and rubbing his eyes. "Yeah.. i think i'm gonna throw up", Jin replies with a shaky voice before he quickly slaps his mouth as his stomach contracts to let out another gag.

As he stands up and wobbles towards the bathroom, he hears Jungkook calling after him but Jin doesn't answer—can't answer. The door slams close after a couple of steps and Jin closes himself inside the bathroom. He crouches over the bowl and without needing much energy, pukes pouring out of his lips. It's brown—literally the tea he takes earlier. Jin gasps, feeling himself choke on the vomit he just threw out of his mouth. Tears prickled at the corner of his eyes as soon as he felt another wave hitting him, throwing him further to the bowl.

"Hyung! Jin hyung .. let me in!", Jin can hear the door knob jiggling as the younger bangs his fist against it. But Jin can physically do anything as his stomach takes control. All he can hear is his own gagging and sounds of vomit hitting the water, and his focus is on emptying everything out. Suddenly, there's another weight pressed against his arched back, and few steps entering the bathroom.

"Jin .. breathe", A hand brushing his hair back, and another massaging his nape when he chokes out on particular harsh wave. "Ah ..", he moans when his stomach gives him a rest. He looks around through his glassy eyes.

"Joon-ah? .. Kook?", he slurs. It takes him a few seconds to realize that Jungkook is next to him, holding his shoulders, and Namjoon is handing him a glass of water. How did they get in?

"Jungkook was running to my room and wake me up. Luckily i was still reading, and .. the spare key did the job", Namjoon explains like he can read his mind .. or Jin suddenly voicing it out loud? He can't be so sure.

" 'm sorry .. just don't want you guys to see this .. it's—", Jin closes his eyes as wave floods him again, and lurch forward as his stomach heave up a second load of stomach acid, bile, and the remnants of the bread he ate earlier. After a few dry heaves, Jin wipes his mouth again and groans weakly, "It's so gross"

"You're sick .. it's normal hyung", Namjoon chuckles lowly, "Better?"

"Yeah .. i think i'm done", Jin peels himself away from the soiled toilet, letting Namjoon to do what he needs to do as he feels increasingly weak. "Kook, help Jin-hyung back to his room", Namjoon says suddenly after he's done cleaning up everything and helped the oldest rinses his mouth. It only gains a hum from the latter.

"Kook? You there?", Jin croaks out, wondering why the youngest that pressed against his body since earlier didn't say anything.

"Mhm ..", Jungkook hums, looking away from Jin.

Namjoon chuckles, "He's sca—"

"Namjoon hyung!", Jungkook hisses, "Let's get you back to bed hyung. Jimin hyung is up and waiting too", he grunts, helping Jin stand up. He can tell the elder can barely keep his balance even if he tries. Jungkook takes his time to steady Jin's weight while leading them to the bedroom.

"Kook?", Jin calls when he already settles on the bed after letting Jimin fussing over him. "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly quiet?" , he asks softly.

Jungkook doesn't reply, only averting his gaze elsewhere, fiddling with his fingers. It feels like an eternity before Jimin chimes in, "He was afraid hyung. You were suddenly get sick and lock the door at that", he smiles, ruffling Jungkook's.

"Jimin!"

"It's hyung you brat"

Jin stares at the pair, before burst into a giggle, "Ah .. you're worried about hyung?", he grins, "Want to cuddle the sickness out of hyung?", he teases further earning a glare from the latter.

"I'm going to sleep, bye hyung", Jungkook says and leaves the room quickly.

Jin laughs at that, but it cut off quickly when Jimin suddenly speaks as he pressed the newly wet cloth back to his forehead, "You can't tease him if you're just as red as him hyung"

Jin swats him away, "It's the fever!"

[sickonthedancefloor]

All Hands On Deck - part 2

Sickies: OT7 Caretakers: Themselves + Managers

Part: [one]

Hoseok didn’t think he was ready for this. Here he had Jungkook, weirdly both pale and green-tinted, in a wet, vomit-sprayed tee and looking on the verge of crying. Before Jungkook could even consider apologizing, Hoseok merely shushed him softly, reaching a hand up to swipe his cheeks in comfort before tears could even begin to fall. His youngest dongsaeng, despite being taller and more muscular than him already, looked so small standing next to him with how sick he was. There was something about his big eyes being so watery and upset that pulled at Hoseok’s heartstrings immediately.

He was very weak for his members.

“It’s okay, Jungkook-ah, let’s get you changed and in bed. Sound good?”

He received a small hum in agreement, as the younger dancer dropped his face against Hoseok’s shoulder. Oh no… not vomit on the Balenciaga… It was honestly inevitable. He’d definitely have to ask one of the managers for their cleaning trick to get it out later for sure. But first… His hand rubbed small circles on Jungkook’s back as he walked him away from the bathroom, away from the new noises of vomiting from behind the door. It seemed to upset Jungkook further to hear it, and the last thing Hoseok wanted to do was have him sick again, and in the hallway where the clean-up would be harder. The two shuffled awkwardly and slow, but it didn’t seem to nauseate the youngest further, so Hoseok was alright with the pace.

“H-hyung,” Jungkook murmured. “Jin-hyung’s—”

“Hm? Jin-hyung?”

Jungkook pointed at the door. Ah… that made sense.

“Oh, you mean Jin-hyung’s room?” Hoseok guessed. That got a soft laugh and a thumbs up. Perfect, honestly; Jin’s door was closer, anyway. Hoseok merely shuffled to Jin’s room, leading Jungkook inside. Jungkook looked at the bed, but Hoseok merely held onto him, grabbing his shirt. “Come on, let’s get you changed into something cleaner. Okay, hands up.”

Jungkook looked so little. As Hoseok pulled the shirt from him, he couldn’t help but coo at how he scrunched his face. Once off, Hoseok just turned it inside out and dropped it near the door, before helping Jungkook out of his baggy jeans. He was like a child again, like that young teen who was so shy but still crawled into their beds when he felt too lonely or upset or just wanted comfort. Cute. Once in just his boxers, Hoseok led him to sit on the bed, ruffling his hair affectionately. “Stay right here, I’m gonna see what Jin’s got that you can fit.” For good measure, he moved the desk trash can next to the bed.

Hoseok tossed Jungkook’s pants, and his own sweatshirt (feeling too warm for it now anyway, he guessed someone turned the heater up for one of their sick members) to the pile and went to rummage through Jin’s closet for something light. He managed to dig up a simple dark tee and basketball shorts, and dressed Jungkook quickly as he noticed his eyes shutting. He was more than thankful that Jin and Jungkook fit the same clothes; it made it easier, for sure. Hoseok tugged the blanket back as he eased their maknae to lay down, then just ran his hands through Jungkook’s hair until the younger fell asleep.

Once he seemed settled, Hoseok sighed, leaning his head on the side of the bedframe. What a day… It was already giving him a headache, but he was glad to at least be helpful.

~*~

In the bathroom, on the other hand, Jin wished for peace. But all he received was a sharp stench of putrid, vile vomit that seemed rather discomforting being two distinctively different scents of yuck. He honestly didn’t think puke could have identifying smells, but whatever Taehyung was expelling before him had some odd, creamy scent to it that made his own stomach feel uncomfortable. But just taking a sharp breath upward, he merely continued to rub Taehyung’s back, thankful that his curls were at least short enough to stay out of his face.

Taehyung’s vomiting was calmer than Jungkook’s in a sense. Less loud, bouncy motions but more harsh, almost twitching gasps as he coughed up whatever wanted to make its way up his esophagus. He had tried to speak twice, barely getting out Jin’s name, and a broken apology, before he merely gave up. Taehyung had a shaky hand braced on his knee, fingers white-knuckled gripping his sweatpants as if it was the only lifeline he had between staying upright and falling into the porcelain nightmare (oh god, Jin realized, that was going to be a nightmare to clean).

“It’s okay, Taehyung-ah,” Jin said calmly. His hand on Taehyung’s back formed a fist and he rubbed his knuckles with a little more force on Taehyung’s back. Something more of a sensation, hopefully a bit of a distraction. “Try to take a breath now, hm?”

Taehyung coughed up a mouthful and then spit. Jin took the opportunity to flush, hoping to reduce some of the smell. But ever the diligent dongsaeng, Taehyung tried to take a breath. His shoulders slumped and he eased back. And took a second breath.

“H-hyung…”

“I’m here, Taehyung-ah. You’re okay. Just keep breathing—or… that, I guess.”

On Taehyung’s next breath, he gagged and immediately lifted himself back to the toilet, regurgitating out another thick mouthful of sludge. His hand on Jin’s hand merely loosened his grip and he swatted at him, albeit shaky and weakly.

“I know, I know. Not funny. But you always laugh at my jokes.”

Taehyung swatted him again, and coughed. He heaved again, but nothing came out.

“See, my jokes cured you.”

But another heave, and a mouthful of pure bile escaped. Taehyung was running on empty, and Jin could see it. He continued rubbing his back, encouraging him to take another breath. It took Taehyung another few minutes of dry heaving before he managed to sink back, forehead dropping on the toilet. Jin smiled.

“Good job, you stopped. Let’s wait a few minutes before we move, just in case.”

Taehyung just nodded as his eyes closed, his body trying to succumb to at least a few moments rest before Jin made him move. Jin let him have these extra moments in peace, just keeping one hand rubbing his back but now in slow circles. It gave Jin time to send a one-handed text message to Namjoon, letting him know their second youngest was also ill. This was already proving to be a disaster. They were going to need back-up, that was for sure.

~*~

From his spot on the couch, Yoongi looked towards the bathrooms on the left. He’d begun rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he heard Jungkook, but he was wide awake the moment Taehyung also disappeared. This already wasn’t good, and they hadn’t bought that much juk. They’d need more… and given whatever the two had, Yoongi figured he may as well begin messing with inventory.

He yawned as he stood, stretching his arms upward. The noise was enough to have Namjoon looking at him with a frown. “You’re not sick too, are you?”

Yoongi shook his head. “Wouldn’t dream of getting sick before you, Joon. I’m just going to make some juk. I have a feeling we’re going to need more, if Hobi-ah hasn’t come back from checking on them.” He really, really hoped Hoseok wasn’t also sick; that man hated throwing up, the last thing they really needed was an anxiety attack flaring up from anyone over illness. At least, for now, Namjoon and Jimin seemed alright, so after reassuring their leader that he was okay, Yoongi merely trekked his way into the kitchen and went to pull out the big pot. He’d make enough juk to last them a few days; thankfully it wasn’t hard at all. Opening the kitchen, he went to work, glad that Hoseok had organized their kitchen prior.

As Yoongi began cutting green onions, he realized he wasn’t alone. Despite seeming exhausted, Namjoon was out standing by the counter, frowning at his phone as he reread Jin’s updates. “Ah… Hyung, what can I do to help?”

Yoongi smiled. “Can you go check on Hobi and Jungkook? Hobi might need some help. Juk should be ready within the hour.”

An easy task. Namjoon gave a thumbs up and headed down the hall to peer in Jungkook’s room, then Hoseok and Jimin’s, only to find both empty. He just decided to search each room to find them, peering briefly into Yoongi’s empty bedroom before he landed on Jin’s. And there he saw Hoseok running his hand through Jungkook’s hair, Jungkook curled up next to him with his head in his lap on their oldest hyung’s bed. When Hoseok spotted Namjoon in the doorway, he smiled, holding a finger to his lips.

“Did he just fall asleep?”

Hoseok nodded. “I wanted to wait a little before giving him medication in case he could eat anything.”

“Yoongi-hyung’s making juk.” He wheeled over the desk chair to sit in, so he wouldn’t move the bed. “He thinks we’re going to need more.”

With a sigh, Hoseok nodded again. “I wouldn’t be surprised… Someone else is going to get it, I bet. When it’s done, let me know?” It only took a few minutes more before Jungkook began snoring, and the two sighed in relief. He was out. The rappers spent a few moments discussing their gameplan on if more of them came down with this—double line the trash cans, keep their two sick members comfortable, try to keep their medications on schedule. Check everyone just to be safe. Hoseok texted the managers their update while Namjoon headed out to give Jin and Yoongi their new update. The juk would take a bit, so he didn’t rush.

As he made it to the bathroom closest to his room, he knocked lightly. “Jin-hyung? You in there?”

“Ahhh, Namjoon-ah! Yeah, I’m in here. Careful if you open the door, Taehyungie’s legs—”

Namjoon was not careful. Upon immediate push of the door, he immediately knocked the wood onto Taehyung’s legs. Similar to Hoseok and Jungkook, Taehyung had taken Jin’s lap as a pillow, but with a damp towel over his eyes. He groaned but otherwise did not move, and Jin immediately began to fuss as Namjoon apologized.

“Is he sick too, Jin-hyung?”

“He spent ten minutes vomiting and now he won’t get up. And he won’t let me get up. Joon-ah, I can’t help him from down here! We don’t even have a traditional Korean bathroom, I could have just hosed down the mess but no, we have to clean it up! I could have just hosed Taehyung off of me—”

With that, Namjoon laughed, squeezing in and kneeling next to them. Taeyhung, while not as tall as Jin or Namjoon, had put on a significant amount of muscle on his frame, rivaling Jin in terms of weight already. And so much of it was muscle; but his reluctance to move overtook Jin’s attempt to keep him from the floor. It was a lose-lose situation for Jin. Taehyung’s button-up had vomit stains all along the front, and was damp with sweat. Jin had wiped his face already, but the younger vocalist seemed comfortable with the cloth blocking the light.

“Headache, Tae-yah?” Namjoon asked.

He received a mumbled ‘yes’. Fever confirmed by touch. Chills, possibly from the floor, possibly the fever. With a sigh, Jin rubbed his back again.

“Come on, let’s try to make it to the room with Joon, yeah?”

Taehyung grumbles again. “’m dirty…”

“It’s okay buddy, you’ve been sick. You want to try and take a bath?”

That gets the young singer to groan, his hand reaching up to press the cold cloth over his eyes. “I don’t want to move… Every time I move I get woozy.”

Jin sighed, stroking his hair. “Well, let’s at least try to get you changed and clean so you’re more comfortable.”

“Not… not yet.” Taehyung grumbled. He kicked a foot lazily to the side, but it bumped Namjoon’s leg—exactly what he was planning. “Go ‘way.”

Namjoon chuckled softly, patting Taehyung’s shoulder from where he sat. He was pretty sure Jin would catch it, being in proximity of now two vomiting members, but he wasn’t going to stress out over it. As Jin leaned his head back against the wall, he reached a hand over to swat at Namjoon too.

“Just bring him some fresh clothes? We’ll be out when we can, okay?”

Namjoon nodded and scurried out, returning five minutes later with a fresh pair of pajamas. On his way out, he added: “Oh, Jungkook’s taken over your bed.”

“Aish!”

[crystalsnow95z]

so i actually dreamed this other night lol. could u do something with early bts (2013-14) and they’re at the airport for whatever reason, and jk starts feeling really sick but tries to endure/wait it out thinking it’s just nerves. he feels even worse and starts panicking and tells jin he thinks he’s gonna puke. jin just rushes him to a bathroom and jk starts puking really hard and crying. jin just holds him and comforts him cuz he’s never seen jk in such a state. the rest can be up to u :)

Oh gosh.. I usually don't use a certain timeline and ive never actually been on a plane..so this will be a challenge. I hope its accurate 😅

Sorry it took so long. I hope you haven't forgotten about your request 😅

This is our first time performing outside of Korea..I've been studying the Japanese lyrics but I'm still so nervous..my stomach hurts like crazy..

Jungkook leans his head on Taehyung's shoulder, trying to discretely rub his knotting abdomen. "I'm so scared, Taehyung-sii.." He whispers, confiding in the second youngest.

"It's okay Jungkook-ah.. we spent all night going over the lyrics together, and we got the moves down pact. There's nothing to worry about." Taehyung takes his hand, giving it a squeeze. "Do you want to go over them again?"

Jungkook shakes his head. "I don't want to lose my voice.. my throats already a bit sore.."

"Is Junggukkie okay?" Jin asks when he sees the youngest huddled close to Taehyung.

"Yeah he's okay. He's just nervous about tomorrow." Taehyung answers for him.

"You'll do fine Jungkook-ah. We've been practicing for months. You did it perfectly yesterday." Namjoon reassures him.

"Right.. thanks, Hyung.." Jungkook gives him a smile, but despite not feeling as nervous, his stomach still gurgled uncomfortably. The car came to a stop, Jin opening the door to lead them through the airport, everyone trailing behind.

They weren't big enough to use the private entrance, but they still had fans calling for them. He bowed to every single one of them, but each time he folded over his middle, he only ached more. I have to get used to all these eyes on me..

He grabbed onto the back of Yoongi's backpack holding the small strap tightly in his hand, temporarily blinded by one of the camera flashes he accidentally looked right into.

Yoongi takes his hand, leading him to get his passport checked. "You okay, Jungkook?"

Jungkook nods. "I'm okay. There are too many flashes..That's all." he presented his passport and ticket to the airport staff, trying to focus on the staff in front of him.

"Could you lower your face mask?" The woman asks politely.

Jungkook takes it off one ear, startled by a scream when he does this, several more flashes go trying to get a clear shot of his face. He grabs onto his closest hyung, gripping their shirt sleeve. All the attention was making him feel queasy.

"You okay Jungkook-ah?" Hoseok asks when he feels the younger grab him. He didn't mind it, wrapping his hand around Jungkooks. "You're sweating.. take your passport back, and we'll get settled on the plane."

Jungkook nods, turning to the lady who took it. "Is it okay?"

"Yes, all is well. Here you go. Have a safe flight." She smiles, holding out the passport. Jungkook's hands shook when he grabbed it, quickly putting it back into his carry on.

Jungkook tried to wait quietly for everyone to get their documents checked, but his stomach churned violently,making him feel weak. His knees threatened to buckle underneath him. I can't do this..

Jungkook urgently pulled on the eldest, trying to get his attention. "Hyung.. Jin..I..I don't feel good.. please?" He pulls aggressively on his sleeve, making him lose balance.

"Thank you Sir.."Jin puts his face mask back in place,quickly bowing to the man helping him and taking his passport back and turning to Jungkook. 'What's wrong Jungkook-ah?"

Jungkook holds his middle, his stomach giving another painful grumble, the acid trying to rise up. "I'm..I'm gonna be sick.. Hyung I need.." a wet burp stopped his words, clamping his hand over the face mask. "Hyung.." Jungkook whimpers, his doe eyes watering.

"Okay. Dont panic, i got you.."Jin starts pulling Jungkook through the airport, trying to spare him from getting sick in front of all those people.

"Hyung, where are you going?" Namjoon called to him with confusion when Jin doesn't slow down."That's the wrong way Hyung.."

"I need to take care of Kook. You take the others. I'll catch up." Jin quickly calls back, dragging his ailing dongsaeng through the crowd. Jungkook clung to his arm for support, swallowing down the bile that filled his throat. "I know, I know.. we're almost there, honey.." Jin cooed, pushing through the crowd until he finally found the bathroom.

Jungkook was trembling with effort, struggling to get his body to keep moving. He wanted to tell Jin to slow down, the quick pace only making him feel worse, but he knew the moment he opened his mouth to speak, he'd throw up.

As soon as Jin slowed down to check for an empty stall, Jungkook felt the hot sick push its way up, unable to swallow it down. Jungkook felt the warmth fill up the face mask, gagging again at the smell.

"Sh*t..Jungkook-ah.." Jin pulls him into the nearest stall, removing the soiled face mask from his face and discarding it.

Jungkook dropped to his knees in front of the toliet, Jin hardly having time to lift the seat before the next wave hit the younger. He heaved loudly, the contents of his stomach pushing up and spraying the back of the toliet. "I..I'm sorry Hyung.." he sobbed in-between gags, splashing more sick into the toliet.

Jin kneeled next to Jungkook, rubbing his back to try to comfort him. "You're really sick baby, it's okay. You don't have to be sorry for being sick. It's not your fault."

"Seokjinnie-hyung! Jungkook-ah! We need to get on the plane. There's not much time left until take off we need to go." Hoseok called urgently, looking for them, freezing when he heard Jungkook bleaching up more sick.

The flight.. the tour.. I can't be sick right now.. I'll let my hyungs down.. they trusted me to be lead vocals.. I'm letting them down..

Jungkook's stomach rippled with guilt, his breath coming out more ragged as panic set in. He tried to hold the sick down and rise to his feet, but it just erupted out of him anyway, his legs shaking violently. He hardly made a few inches off the cold tile floor before his legs become jello again, unable to support him

"Jungkook-ah it's okay, it's okay. Don't try to get up. Just let it all out.." Jin reassures Jungkook, feeling his spine arching as another round of sickness hits him,holding his bangs back as more undigested rice hits the water.

"Hoeseok-ah go on without us. T-tell the others Jungkook is too sick right now.." Jin tried to keep his voice steady, cursing himself when hears it shaking,stammering over words. He needed to be strong for the younger members.

Hoseok covered his mouth, his stomach churning at the sound of Jungkook. He wouldn't let his weak stomach win, swallowing down the bile that tried rising. I can't get sick now, Hyung needs me to tell the others... "Okay, I'll tell them. Do you need anything?"

"Focus on the flight, please? I'll take care of Jungkook.." Jin sends J-hope away, focusing all his attention to Jungkook. "Don't cry,hey.. it's okay. No one blames you. Please, Junggukkie, you need to calm down. You're only making it worse.."

Jungkook clenched the porcelain bowl tighter, his knuckles turning white. He tried to obey, but every time he tried to take a deep breath, more bile rose in his throat. "It..it..hurts Hyung.."

"I know baby.. I know.." Jin's heart thumped wildly in his chest, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. He had no idea how to calm down the mankae. I've never seen him so sick before.. he's sweating so much, I think he's running a fever.. what do I do? Should I have told Hoba to get help?

Jin tried gently rubbing Jungkook's stomach to try to give him some relief from the pain, feeling his muscles tightening underneath his palm as they pushed up another mouthful of thick bile. Jungkook whimpered, trembling in Jin's arms.

Does it hurt more when I touch him? Jin pulls away, going back to gently scratching up and down Jungkook's back. "It's okay, it's okay.. Hyungie is here, I got you.."

"You..you're g..na m..mi..s..the f..flig..ght.." Jungkook spoke in soft hiccupy sobs, Jin hardly able to understand him."I..i..t..m..f..au..t."

"Jungkook don't worry about that. I chose to stay with you. We'll figure that out when you're better. Right now all I care about is you. You need to breathe, you're gonna pass out.. please.. you need to stop crying..it's not the end of the world." Jin reassures the mankae, keeping his voice calm.

Jungkook nods, his body swaying. Each deep breath made his muscles scream with pain, clenching his teeth with a moan. He takes another deep breath, feeling his lungs fill with air that he desperately needed.

"That's it.. Good, good.. ah..are you gonna be sick again? It's okay.." Jin coos softly, smoothing out Jungkook's hair.

Jungkook shook his head, dry heaving with a whimper. He leans against Jin, trying to get warmth from the older member."I'm..i'm okay.." I..I don't have anything left in my stomach. It hurts. Make it stop.

Jin wraps around Jungkook, trusting him not to get sick on him, gently rubbing his stomach hesitating until he feels Jungkook softly sigh, gently circling his abs with more confidence. "Do you feel a little better now?"

"It hurts to breathe.. my stomach hurts.." Jungkook whimpered, his voice coming out as a raspy whisper. "And..I'm cold.."

"We need to get you out of that wet shirt..here Gukkie, sit up just for a minute okay?" Jin gently helps him sit up. "Arms up honey."

Jungkook lifts up his arms, Jin tugging the shirt over his head and quickly taking off his jacket and gently leading the younger’s arms into the sleeves, zipping it up.

"There..is that better Gukkie?" Jin asks, pushing Jungkook's hair out of his face.

The maknae nods, looking for his phone to check the time, eyes tearing up when he sees they missed the flight. Jin takes it away from him. "Th..the flight.."

"No Gukkie. Don't worry about that." Jin scolds softly, kissing his forehead. "I'll get us there. I promise. Just take it easy.."

Jungkook buries his face in Jin's shoulder. "I'm sorry.." He sniffles, trying to control himself. "I-I'm sorry.."

"Aiigo..it's okay.. I'm not upset. No one's upset with you. We'll just call the company and see what to do. Okay?" Jin hugs him close to him, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jungkook nods, sniffling to try to avoid getting snot all over Jin. "I..I think I'm..I'm okay now.. thanks for staying with me.."

[soft-for-yoongi]

as someone who enjoys reading emeto and snz, could u write a fic with both? maybe for yoongi? i dont know what scenario, sorry.

Just a cold? (Sick YG)

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Sick: Yoongi

Caretaker: Jimin, Seokjin, Hoseok

Tw: emeto, vom**, mentions of nausea, stomach pain, fevers, snz

Word count: 1227

Thank you for requesting!!! Sorry it took longer than I expected!! (I'm still working on other requests, too, so anons, if you see this, your fics are coming!)

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Yoongi has never been this congested in his life. Blowing his nose has stopped working and he sneezed too many times during a meeting that all the members were sent home. The rapper was grateful for the break but he had songs to produce, not that a single thought could get past his head with how stuffy he feels.

"H-h-hESH'ew.." Hoseok looks at Yoongi sympathetically. Yoongi kicked everyone else out of his room but Hoseok somehow made his way in. He's holding a tray with some soup (made by Jin), tea, more tissues and medicine of course. "Hey, hyung. Jin-hyung says you gotta eat all of the soup or he's gonna take away your laptop." Hoseok explains, handing Yoongi the bowl of home made soup.

Yoongi can't even breathe through his nose and mumbles a groggy, "t'anks Hoba.." he eats the soup slowly, and Hoseok peers over at him lovingly. "Does it taste bad or something? What's with that frowny face?" Hoseok teases, delicately running fingers through Yoongi's hair in a soothing manner. "Head hurts." Yoongi replies, continuing to sip soup off his spoon.

Hoseok tuts, grabbing medicine off the tray. "Take two of these, since you've eaten something. They should work within about 30 minutes." Hoseok hands Yoongi some water. He pops the pills and blows his nose again, chucking it into the half full bin next to his bed. "Keep eating, hyung but I'm gonna let you be. Jungkookie wants me to work out with him." Hoseok smiles, recalling Jungkook's begging to get him to come to the company gym.

Yoongi's mouth curls upwards, "thanks Hoba, enjoy." Yoongi says, now almost three quarters finished the soup. Hoseok pats Yoongi's foot through the blanket and leaves the room, switching the light off to the elder's pleasure.

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With the soup finished and after blowing his nose at least 4 more times, the ache in Yoongi's head is still persisting and his stomach is starting to feel uneasy, and not because of the soup. The rapper has been trying to fall asleep, in the darkness of his room it shouldn't be that hard, yet there he is. Wrapped up in blankets and hugging his stomach.

It had been around an hour and a half since Hoseok left and now Jimin comes trailing into Yoongi's bedroom. Jimin is about to retreat because he thinks Yoongi is fast asleep, that is until he hears a horrible sneeze and moan come from the lump in bed. Jimin stands frozen as Yoongi blows his nose and picks up the bin half full with tissues to—gag into it..?

"Are you okay, Yoongi-hyung??" Jimin says, beginning to stroke up and down Yoongi's back. He hugs the bin, gagging again and spitting out excess saliva. Jimin flicks the bedside lamp on and Yoongi's paler than normal features are highlighted along with his pink Rudolf-looking nose.

"My stomach doesn't feel good, Jimin-ah.." Yoongi says, throat clenching around a heave. Jimin rakes Yoongi's long hair out the way just in time for him to bring up a wave of Seokjin's soup. It looks too much like it did when Yoongi first consumed it and it makes him feel sicker. "Oh, hyungie.. you'll feel better once you're empty." Jimin coos, praying that someone else comes and finds them because at this rate, Jimin is horriblely worried. Yoongi just has a cold, right? Why is he throwing up?

Jimin shoots Seokjin a quick text, 'can you please help? Yoongi-hyung is throwing up :(((' he pockets his phone just as Yoongi pukes again. Jimin pats the elder's back, trying to block out the distinct smell of puke but alternatively can't imagine leaving his hyung alone like this.

The patter of Seokjin's feet quick on their hardwood floors is music to Jimin's ears. "Oh, Yoongi-ah... you poor thing." Seokjin croons, walking over and beginning to massage Yoongi's nape. The rapper is thankful and fast to lean into the oldest' touch. A wave of calm washes over Jimin, but he tenses slightly when Yoongi reels forward with a productive heave.

Seokjin eyes the bowl on Yoongi's bedside table and hums approvingly when he finds it empty of his delicious soup. At least he knows that's not the reason Yoongi's sick. "He'll be okay, Jiminie." Seokjin eases the dancer just a little, continuing to rub Yoongi's back and hold his hair.

Yoongi spits and Jimin hands him some water. "Small sips, Yoon." Seokjin comments and Yoongi complies, water soothing his throat and diluting the taste in his mouth. Yoongi palms his stomach with a grimace, "think 'm done." The rapper says, sniffling. Jimin offers a tissue to which Yoongi blows his nose and adds it to the bin.

"Stomach hurting, Yoongi-hyung?" Jimin ponders, while Seokjin whisks away to clean the bin. Yoongi lays back down in bed, nodding weakly. "I'll go get you a heat back, hyung–" Jimin turns to leave but a cool hand grips his wrist.

"Jimin.. can you stay?" Yoongi mumbles, if he didn't say it then it might’ve never came out. "Oh, of course, hyung!" Jimin grins, taking advantage of Yoongi's request for affection and joining Yoongi in his bed. "Get some rest, Yoongi-hyung." Jimin whispers, flicking the lamp off.

Jimin shuffles closer to Yoongi, their bodies pressed together under the covers. Yoongi felt calmness wash over him just at the comforting presence of Jimin, something unique to the dancer. The pain and discomfort in his stomach was still there, and his nose is congested, but tiredness weighs over his whole body.

Jimin could feel the warmth coming off of Yoongi, no doubt a fever. Seokjin comes back in quietly to return the now clean bin, "sleep well, you two." The eldest smiles, exiting the bedroom. Yoongi can hear whispers of conversation and laughter from their living room, probably Jungkook and Hoseok returning from the gym. Yoongi's stomach gurgles, reminding him of his motive to fall asleep.

Jimin's small hand moves from Yoongi's waist to his stomach, starting some light circles. For the first 20 minutes, it's comforting for the older, however the gurgling and relentless nausea isn't letting up. Yoongi gives in to a few deep breaths, trying to see if he can cope. He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. Jimin is watching him like a hawk, lips downturned in worry. "You okay, hyung?"

Yoongi starts to sit up when mucus runs down his throat, prompting a closed mouth gag. Before he can make a mess, Jimin swipes the bin up, sticking it under Yoongi's mouth. He starts to empty what's left in his stomach, mostly bile and water. He coughs and Jimin has to pass another tissue so Yoongi can blow his nose again. He continues rubbing Yoongi's back just like Seokjin did and murmurs words of comfort.

"Sorry, you'll have to clean it again.." Yoongi sighs, voice hoarse from the ordeal. "Don't worry about it, hyung. I can leave this in the bathroom and get you something else, are you still feeling sick?" Jimin asks, concern clear in his voice. Yoongi shakes his head weakly, "I'm okay. Just sore, thank you Jiminie." Jimin takes the bin and eases the rapper to lay down again. Jimin leaves the bin in the bathroom to deal with later and returns quickly.

"Night, Yoongi-hyung." Jimin snuggles up to the elder. "I'll always look after you."

[bultaoreunheyyy]

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.” 

[comfortjoonie]

Snowed In -- PART ONE

sooo excited to share this with you guys! this is part one of my collaboration with the incredibly talented @crystalsnow95z ! Please go check out her page too if you like this, her works are amazing!

Anyways, I'm really sorry for the delay, I've been super busy, but I hope you guys enjoy. This one is really long!

TW: Vomit, fever, sickness

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"Woah, too fast! Too fast!" Taehyung squeals, holding onto Jungkook tighter afraid to go flying off the sled. 

Jungkook is having the time of his life, giggling. "It's okay Hyungie."

Jimin flies past them. "Looks like I'll win!" He sings the words, teasing the others.

"No you won't!" Jungkook tries leaning forward to try to go faster, his competitive nature shining through.

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, wishing he’d brought a hat.  It’s freezing and he was forced to sit here and watch all his members sled down a hill with no end in sight. He wished he just stayed behind, but he didn't want to make the others suspicious and ruin the trip.  How are they not freezing? It's only 10 degrees out. He takes a deep breath as his stomach cramps and watches as Yoongi and Seokjin come up the hill.

“You ok, Joon?” Seokjin asks.  

“I’m cold, hyung,” Namjoon says, taking an opportunity to go home as the snow starts coming down harder.  “Can we go back?"

“...” Seokjin looks at Yoongi. 

“You look sick,” Yoongi says.  “Did you eat anything today?”

Namjoon pauses.  The answer is no.  But he doesn’t want to stress anyone out if they find out he’s not feeling well.

“Of course, hyung.  On the plane, when you guys were asleep.”  Yoongi looks suspicious.

“What’d you eat?”

“A bagel.  Can we please go back?  It’s freezing.”  Namjoon watches the other members come up the hill holding their sleds.

Yoongi looks at the sky.  “It is snowing pretty hard.  Maybe we should head back to the cabin?”

Seokjin shrugs.  “That’s fine with me.  The wind seems to be picking up, too.”  Namjoon sighs in relief.  He was starting to feel really nauseous, and the cold wasn’t helping.  “I’ll go tell the others.”

—-

The cabin isn’t as peaceful as Namjoon had hoped.  In his and Jimin’s shared bedroom, there’s peace, but he can still hear the chatter in the living room and kitchen.  It smells like hot chocolate, which would usually be a great thing, but it’s making him want to throw up now.

His stomach clenched when he heard the door open, Jimin bringing a cup of cocoa into the room. "Hyung, I brought you some cocoa. I wish you would've told me sooner how cold you were.."

"I didn't want to ruin your fun." Namjoon forces himself not to react when Jimin shoves the cup into his hands.

"It'll help you warm up." Jimin smiles warmly.

"Thanks Jiminie…" Cocoa was the last thing he wanted. Namjoon takes a sip, instantly regretting it, his stomach nearly pushed to it's limit, the cramps getting worse. "I was going to take a nap.. I'm still feeling jet lagged from the trip." It took all the strength he had to keep his voice steady.

"Oh, alright then.. I'll let you sleep then. Rest well hyungie." Jimin eyes Namjoon, wondering if he was really okay. He didn't want to bother him though. Not if he wasn't feeling well. As soon as Jimin leaves the room and he hears his footsteps get farther away, he rushes to the bathroom connected to the room, dropping to his knees in front of the toilet, gripping it tightly.  He couldn’t bother to shut the door in his rush.  He breathes for a moment before he starts vomiting.  He can hear some faint yelling over his gagging, but can’t decipher what anyone is saying until a voice gets closer and he hears footsteps coming towards him.  He smells Taehyung’s cologne, and it makes him more nauseous.  He subconsciously pushes the younger away, but he’s too weak to move him anywhere.  Taehyung’s hands go to his back and hair, holding his bangs back and patting him comfortingly.  He hears another pair of footsteps come in the room.  Seokjin, who joins Taehyung on the floor next to their leader.  Namjoon finishes and flushes the toilet, exhausted.

“What happened, hyung?” Taehyung asks.  “How long have you been feeling sick?”

“A few hours…” Namjoon wipes the sweat off his forehead and accepts the cup of water Seokjin hands him, taking a sip.  It makes his stomach cramp instantly as soon as he swallows.

“You should get some rest.”  Seokjin holds out his hand to help Namjoon up, but Namjoon's stomach has other plans, already gagging out the water he just swallowed.

"Are you gonna be sick again?" Seojin asked with a worried expression. Namjoon shakes his head. I don't have the energy..

Seokin trusts his word, helping the youngest rapper to bed with Taehyung's help.

"I wish you told us before we went out.." Taehyung frowns as he watches Seojin strips off Namjoon's sweat soaked shirt.

"I didn't want to ruin everyone's day.." Namjoon says softly, shivering despite his rising fever. "It's cold hyung…"

"I know, I'll get you changed okay?" Seojin quickly goes into Namjoon's suitcase looking for something breathable to put him in.

Taehyung cuddles against Namjoon in the meantime to try to ease the chills, smoothing down his sweat soaked hair. "Hyungie you should know you're more important than some silly snow day."

Taehyung please.. I don't want to cuddle you right now.. Namjoon covers his face, stomach churning at the scent of Taehyung’s shirt.

Taehyung takes the hint, moving away from him, trying to hide his hurt expression. "I'm sorry Hyung.." 

"Namjoon-ah just doesn't feel well right now, don't take it personally Tae.." Seojin gently redresses Namjoon, covering him up with just the top sheet.

"Is Namjoonie hyung okay?" The soft voice of Jimin is heard in the doorway, Jungkook peering over him.

"He'll be fine, don't come in, and take Taehyungie with you."

 "I just wanted to help Hyung.." Taehyung says looking down at his hands. But Namjoon doesn't even want me near him..

"You can help. Why don't you see if you can find any medicine?" Seokjin gives him a task to try to ease Namjoon's rejection.

"Alright."

The three youngest leave together, the room getting quiet again. "Try to get some sleep for now.." Seokjin traces small circles across Namjoon’s stomach.

"I don't know if I can..it hurts.." Namjoon groans softly as his stomach gurgles again. 

"Just try for me okay?" Seokjin runs his fingers to Namjoon's hair. "What if I sing for you?"

"What..? I'm not a child.." Namjoon considered it for a split second before feeling embarrassed.

"I know.. but it might help you sleep."

Namjoon wondered if Seokjin was lying to make him more open to the idea or if it was true, but before he could ask Seokjin started singing softly to him, gently drawing shapes on his bloated middle the youngest rapper falling into a restless sleep.

"Hyungie I can't find any tummy medicine but I found pain pills for headache.." Jungkook entered the room, freezing in place when he sees Namjoon's eyes flutter open.

"Shh Jungkook.." Seokjin narrows his eyes, stroking Namjoon's back softly to try to get him back to sleep, but it was too late.

"Sh*t.. I'm sorry Hyungie.." Jungkook bows, guilt gnawing at his belly.

Namjoon groans in pain and Jungkook winces.  “Hyung,” he mumbles, looking at Seokjin.  “Hurts…”  His stomach is killing him.  He can’t remember having something like this before.  The pain is horrible.  Seokjin puts his hand over Namjoon’s stomach and rubs it lightly, but Namjoon pulls it away.  “Ahh…” he grimaces, frowning when he sees Jungkook.  “Jungkook-ah…” he mumbles before another cramp hits him, twisting his stomach and making him moan in pain again.

“I brought some headache medicine.  Does your head feel ok?” Jungkook asks cautiously.  Namjoon blows out a breath slowly, controlled.

“It hurts,” he says softly.  It’s not a terrible headache, but the pain in his stomach might get better with painkillers.

Jungkook approaches the bed and hands Namjoon two red pills, which he puts in his mouth and takes the glass of water from the bedside table and drinks it.  He instantly regrets it, feeling nausea rise up his throat.  He’s freezing cold again, which doesn’t help.

“You’re shivering, Joonie,” Seokjin says softly, putting his hand on Namjoon’s forehead.  “You’re burning up…”

“I’m freezing,” Namjoon says.  “I need more blankets.”

“We can’t do that, Namjoon,” Seokjin says.  

“We can give him a hot bath so he can sweat the fever out,” Jungkook suggests.

“Does that work?” Seokjin asks.

“My mom used to do it for me,” Jungkook says.  Seokjin sighs.

“I don’t know if I want to risk it.  It could just make his fever way higher,” he says.

           "We have to try something.. we can take him out if it looks like he's doing worse.."

“Joonie, how does a hot bath sound?” Seokjin asks.  Namjoon nods.

“Let’s go,” Seokjin helps Namjoon up and to the bathroom, starting to run the water.  Namjoon leans against the wall with his arms across his stomach and eyes shut.  His stomach hurts so bad, and the nausea from taking the pills is getting worse.  He doesn’t know if this bath will upset his stomach more.  He’s too freezing cold to decline it though.  He’s shirtless and only wearing his pants and boxers, but he’s sweating like crazy.  He sits back and tries not to throw up for the time being until he hears Seokjin turn off the faucet.

“Stand up, Joonie, let’s take off your pants.”  Namjoon follows, standing shakily and placing a hand on the wall to hold himself from collapsing.  Seokjin gently pulls his pants off, leaving his boxers on.  Namjoon always prefers to be modest, even in a situation like this, Seokjin knows he’d rather keep his boxers on.  Seokjin guides the younger into the bathtub.  Namjoon visibly relaxes at the heat of it, but Seokjin can hear his stomach make an uncomfortable gurgling sound.  Namjoon places a hand over it and leans back against the edge of the bathtub.  He’s absolutely exhausted.  The hot water feels nice on his shivering body, but he’s worried it’ll make his temperature rise.  Seokjin cups water in his hand and gently pours it over Namjoon’s hair.  Namjoon jolts in surprise, his stomach gurgling audibly again, and his eyes fly open.  He looks nauseous again.  Seokjin strokes his hair.  “You’re okay, Joonie, he says.”  Namjoon shakes his head, panicked.

“Hyung–I’m gonna be sick.”

“Just breathe, Joonie,” Seokjin says.  “In…out…in…out…” Namjoon follows, relaxing a bit.  “Good job.  Just relax, I’ll wash your hair.”  Namjoon shivers visibly.  Seokjin puts a hand to the younger’s forehead.  “Sh*t…I knew it.  Your fever is getting worse.”

       Seokjin washes him up as quickly as possible, but he wasn't fast enough.

        Namjoon tried to warn him, his stomach forcing out the water he used to wash down the pills, covering his mouth to keep from getting sick in the water, desperately leaving the water to reach the toilet, soaking the floor in the process.

       "Sh*t..Namjoon-ah.." Seokjin wraps a towel around his shoulders, gently trying to dry him off as the pills he just swallowed come back up, splashing into the water.

      Namjoon continued to dry heave until more sick comes up, making his abdomen throb painfully.

       "You need to breathe..Namjoon.. take a deep breath for me."

        Namjoon takes a deep breath, then another, relaxing when the dry heaving dies down, just laying on the wet tile floor.

      "You need to get properly dried off." Seokjin urges, trying to get Namjoon to sit up, but Namjoon flinched away from the olders touch.

       "Just..just a minute..please…?" Namjoon's head was spinning, the nausea still swirling in the pit of his stomach.

       I knew it wasn't a good idea..Seokjin sighs, getting another towel to do his best to dry Namjoon without him moving, fluffing his hair against the towel.

       "I'm so tired…" Namjoon says between deep breaths, trying to keep his stomach under control.

        "I know. Let's get you to bed. Okay? You can't sleep here.." Seokjin once again gently pushes Namjoon to sit up, relieved when Namjoon doesn't fight against him.

        "Did it work?" Jungkook asks, his heart tightening when he sees Namjoon. Oh no.. I made it worse…

         Namjoon was hardly awake his cheeks flushed with fever shivering violently, Seokjin basically dragging him to the bed. 

           "Find me clothes for him." Seokjin orders. "Please.."

            Jungkook ruffles through Namjoon's suitcase, pulling out a pair of sweats and a plain white t-shirt. "Here Hyung.."

          "Is..is there anything else I could…could do to help?" Jungkook felt his throat tightening, his emotions threatening to spill over.

          "No. I got it from here." Seokjin dismisses him, wishing that he didn't try his idea. He didn't want to take his frustration on the young maknae. All he wanted to do was help. One of the others will comfort him. 

          Jungkook nods leaving the room.

          "Cold…" Namjoon mumbles as Seokjin takes off his wet undergarments.

           "I'll get you warmed up, just try to work with me for just a minute." Seokjin struggled to lift him enough to get the sweats on. "Namjoonie you aren't making this easy.." 

              "I'm sorry.." Namjoon says softly, trying to help by holding himself up with one arm as Seokjin gets the shirt on him, only lasting a few seconds before another wave of dizziness washes over him, making his stomach woozy one more. "Hyung.. dizzy.." He softly moans.

           Seokjin stops what he's doing to hold Namjoon close to him, wincing when his bare skin touched his arm. "I got you, you're okay.. you're okay.." Seokjin strokes his damp hair.

             "Make it stop.." Namjoon whines softly.

             "I would if I could baby.. just bear it a little longer. It'll pass.." Seokjin speaks softly, running his hand down Namjoon's back lightly scratching.

Namjoon held onto Seokjin tightly until the feeling passes, collapsing into him when his body finally relents.

            "Are you okay Joon?" Seojin asked barely above a whisper, getting no response. "Namjoon?" He repeats a little louder, gently moving Namjoon away from his chest biting his lip when he sees the unconscious rapper in his arms, unsure on if Namjoon simply fell asleep, or if he fainted. I need to do something..

           Seokjin looks up home remedies for fever on his phone, willing to try anything to give at least a little relief to his leader. Luke warm water. I need to use luke warm water…

          He leaves the bed as quietly as possible, going to the bathroom to get a washcloth, using a cup to fill with water, returning to the bed, folding it neatly across Namjoon's forehead, jumping with Namjoon twitches. 

           "Aiish.." He covers his mouth, not meaning to make a sound. Good..he's still out.. Seokjin sighs, refreshing the cloth everytime Namjoon's feverish skin made it warm again. 

        I'll have to see if I can get him to drink water when he's up again.. Seokjin makes a mental note.

         "How is he?" Hoseok whispers, peeking into the room. "Jungkookie was really upset.."

           "I'm not sure.." Seokjin sighs. "Is Jungkook okay? I didn't mean to be so harsh on him. I'm just stressed out.”

            "Jiminie and Taehyungie are cheering him up. They were driving me up the wall with all their concerns. I'm glad they're distracted now.." Hoseok couldn't look at Namjoon. Seeing his members in pain broke his heart. "Is there anything I could do to help?"

              "He's sweating so much, he's going to dehydrate.. could you see if we have anything like vitamin water?"

“Sure.  I’ll be right back.”  Hoseok leaves the room and Seokjin brushes the blonde hair off Namjoon’s sweaty face. 

“Joonie, wake up for me, please,” he says softly, patting Namjoon’s cheek gently.  Namjoon’s eyes flutter open and he groans in pain.

“Hyung…” he mumbles.  “It hurts…”

“I know, Joon.  Where does it hurt?”  Namjoon rips the towel off his forehead and turns to his side.

“Stomach…head…” Namjoon groans again and wraps his arms around his stomach.  Seokjin rubs his back gently. 

“You’re okay, Joon.  You need to try and drink a little, or you’ll get dehydrated.”  Seokjin can already see Namjoon is sweating heavily again.  “Let me rub your stomach,” he says, placing a hand on Namjoon’s belly.

“No, hyung…” Namjoon mutters, pushing it away.

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Nothing,” Namjoon says.

“Can I hold you?” Seokjin asks.  Namjoon shakes his head furiously.  Seokjin feels useless.  He knows Namjoon isn’t a fan of physical affection, but usually when he’s sick he’ll tolerate it.  This is different though.  Seokjin hasn’t seen Namjoon this sick in a long time.  Seokjin sighs as he hears a whimper and sees a tear running down Namjoon’s cheek.  “You’re okay, Joonie,” he says softly, wiping the tear off Namjoon’s face with his sleeve.  Namjoon winces at the texture on his sensitive skin.

“Hyung…” he whines.

“Sorry, Joon,” Seokjin whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to Namjoon’s forehead.  He’s still burning hot from the fever.  “Can I put the wet towel back on you?” he asks, and Namjoon nods.  Seokjin gently places it back on the younger’s forehead, rubbing his back.  He feels bad for being snappy with Jungkook, but he’s frustrated at how much worse the maknae’s idea made Namjoon’s fever.  He doesn’t know what to do.

“Hyung?” Hoseok walks in with a bottle of Pocari Sweat.  “I have this…”

“Perfect, Hobi.  Thank you.”  Seokjin takes the bottle and hands it to Namjoon.  “Sit up, Joon.”  Namjoon weakly pulls himself up, moaning at the pain it causes.  He puts the bottle to his lips, slowly drinking the gel inside.  It tastes awful and makes him feel even more nauseous despite how nice it feels on his scratchy throat.  After emptying a quarter of the bottle, Namjoon hands it back to Seokjin.  

“H-hyung,” Namjoon mumbles.

“What is it, Joonie?”

“I’m so cold…”

“Can I hold you?” Seokjin asks again, and this time, Namjoon nods.  Seokjin lays down next to Namjoon, pulling him close and rubbing his back slowly.

“Aish…you’re burning,” he says.  “I don’t know what to do with you.”

“Is there anything else you need?” Hoseok asks.

“We’re okay, Hobi.  Thank you.”

“Hobah..” Namjoon says.

“I’m here, Joonie,” he says.

Namjoon whines softly.  “Don’t go.”

“You…want me to stay?” Hoseok smiles, but Namjoon doesn’t respond.  Seokjin feels Namjoon’s body go limp in his arms, his breathe getting slower.

“He’s sleeping now,” Seokjin whispers, rubbing Namjoon’s back.

—

About 30 minutes pass by with Hoseok sitting on the chair in the corner and Seokjin cuddling Namjoon.  “What time is it, Hobi?” Seokjin asks.  Hoseok looks at his phone.

“It’s 6:00, hyung.  I’m really hungry,” Hoseok responds.

“Me too…”

“We should go have dinner,” Hoseok says.  Seokjin hesitates. 

“I don’t wanna leave Joon here by himself…what if he wakes up and panics?”

“Hyung, he’s dead asleep.  We both need to eat.” Seokjin nods and pulls away from Namjoon slowly, being careful not to wake the leader.  The two go to the kitchen where they find that Taehyung has cooked dinner for them.

“How’s Namjoon-hyung?” Jungkook asks.  His eyes are red.  He’s been crying.

“He’s…he’s sleeping,” Seokjin says honestly.  “Jungkook…I’m sorry I was so harsh with you.”

Jungkook smiles.  “It’s okay, hyung.  I’ve already eaten.  I can go check on him,” he says.  Seokjin nods.

“Let me know if he’s doing bad again.”  Jungkook nods and walks over to Namjoon and Jimin’s room, sighing as he sees his leader shaking in his sleep.

           "I'm sorry Hyungie.." Jungkook whispers softly as he checks the cloth on his forehead, already warm again from Namjoon's feverish skin. I made it worse.. Jungkook sniffles, forcing his tears away. I don't have time to feel bad.. I need to do something..

         Jungkook wets the washcloth again, slowly running it over Namjoon's skin, wiping down his arm then across his exposed collar bone.

         "Mn…Hyung..cold…" Namjoon complains softly in his sleep voice coming out in a low husky tone.

          Jungkook stops in his tracks, putting it back in place on his forehead. I don't want to wake him up, but I can't just sit here and do nothing.. He sighs in frustration, gently playing with Namjoon’s soaked hair.  Namjoon’s face twists in discomfort and he rolls onto his side.  Jungkook can tell Namjoon is about to be sick by the sounds his stomach is making and how pale he’s getting.  He rubs the older’s back, hoping for it to maybe, just maybe go away after a few minutes.  Namjoon’s back is burning hot.  Jungkook wants to take his shirt off, or pull the blankets off, or something to help reduce his temperature.  He knows it’s his fault that Namjoon’s fever got even higher, and the guilt is killing him.

            He rubs Namjoon’s back comfortingly as he hears the leader groan in discomfort.  Namjoon’s eyes open, and Jungkook can tell he’s about to pass out, throw up, or both.

           "Hyung, do you need help up?" Jungkook asks in a small voice when he notices Namjoon sitting up, but he doesn't answer, trying to rush to the bathroom, staggering towards the bathroom.

          Jungkook tries to help, trying to grab his arm to help lead him, but Namjoon pushes him away.

           "No.. go.." Namjoon manages to force the words out hoarsely. He had already gotten sick in front of Taehyung. He wasn't going to add Jungkook to that list. 

             Jungkook watches him shut the door, hearing Namjoon heaving from the other side of the door. I need to get Seokjin-hyungie.. He rushes into the kitchen where the older boys were eating.

           "Namjoonie-hyung is getting sick again. He shut me out, I need help!" Jungkook says without taking a breath. Seokjin went to get up from his half eaten meal, but Yoongi stops him. 

            "I'll go. You eat. I'll handle it hyung." Yoongi rushes to the bathroom, going to Namjoon's side, rubbing his hand across Namjoon's back as he heaves.

             "Jun…Jungkook I said-" His words are cut off by another round of sick spilling into the bowl.

             "Namjoon-ah, it's me and I'm not leaving." Yoongi tells him firmly. 

Namjoon relaxes a little, feeling comfort from Yoongi's presence. "It'll be over soon. Just try to breathe Namjoon."

Namjoon takes deep breaths between gags, collapsing against Yoongi as they die down.

           "Sh*t Namjoon, you're burning up.." Yoongi swears, grabbing for a piece of toliet paper to wipe across the edges of Namjoon's mouth. "I need you to drink some water for me Joon."

 Namjoon shakes his head. I don't want to throw up again.

            "I know it sucks, but you'll only get worse if you don't. Come on Namjoon.." 

Yoongi gently props Namjoon against the bathtub, quickly moving to the sink to get a cup of water. 

            "Yoongi-yah…no…" Namjoon argues when Yoongi puts the cup by his lips.

            "Namjoon please, just try." Yoongi tried to hide the desperation in his voice. It's been years since he's seen Namjoon this bad. "Just a sip."

Namjoon takes a few sips, washing the awful taste from his mouth and soothing his raw throat, but it already felt like a stone in his stomach, turning his head away.

"Good job Joon, that's all I wanted.."Yoongi gently pulls Namjoon to his feet, struggling to move him forward. Namjoon was hardly conscious, being mostly dead weight. "Stay with me a little longer okay?" 

Namjoon tried his best to stay up, but he used the last of his energy. The older rapper just barely makes it to the bed before Namjoon stopped holding onto him, almost making both of them topple to the floor. "Fu*k Namjoon..you're heavy.."

Namjoon murmurs an apology. Yoongi takes off Namjoon's shirt, taking advantage of his lack of power to fight against him, finding the rag and wiping it across Namjoon's scorching back. 

Namjoon had his eyes closed, but he didn't look anywhere near peaceful. His breathing was labored and his hand was still wrapped tightly around his lower abdomen, an upset gurgle coming from it the sips of water sitting uncomfortably in his stomach.

"Poor Joon-ah.."Yoongi whispers, wiping the cloth across Namjoon's shoulders, across the back of his neck then going down his arm. I need to get his fever down…

"Hyung..will you lay with me?" Yoongi jumps in surprise when he hears the hoarse whisper of Namjoon.

"Sh*t..you scared me.. i thought you were out.."

"I can't sleep.. it hurts.." Namjoon whines.

"I know, I know..Let me wash you up first, okay? I need to cool you down first. ." Yoongi does the best he can to wash off the sweat, his heart tightening when he sees Namjoon trembling, despite his high fever.

"It's cold.." Namjoon grabs onto Yoongi's wrist to stop him. "Please Hyungie.." Namjoon's voice comes out sounding much younger.

Yoongi stops in his tracks. "You're really sick Joon-ah.. Alright.. come here.." He takes a seat next to him, holding out his arms.

Namjoon cuddles up to him, Yoongi forcing himself not to flinch when he feels his hot skin brush against him. He's already sticking to me.. He couldn't recall the last time Namjoon cuddled up to him. He wasn't known for being the cuddly type like Taehyung or Jimin. It just made him worry more.

"It hurts Hyung.." Namjoon whimpers, clutching his stomach when another ripple of pain tears through his stomach.

Yoongi reaches slowly, rubbing his hand across Namjoon’s stomach to try to ease the pain, feeling it tightening underneath his palm. 

Namjoon moans in time with a harsh cramp, and Yoongi shushes him.  “You're ok, shh, Joonie,” he says softly.

“Ahh…hurts…” he whines.  Yoongi presses down harder, trying to work out a cramp, and Namjoon curses under his breath.  “Hyung…f*ck, it hurts so much.”  Yoongi can see Namjoon starting to shiver.

“What should we do, Joonie?”

“Don’t know…” Namjoon sighs.  He’s too weak to even sit up.  His brain is foggy and he has no idea what would make him feel better.  The pain is getting worse every second and he’s not sure how much longer he’s going to be able to take this.  Barely anything works on his sensitive stomach.

“I can get some painkillers for you, Joonie, but I really don’t know what to do beyond that.”

“Get Jimin,” Namjoon says, his speech slurring.  Jimin always knows how to cuddle him just the right way when he’s sick, just the right sweet things to say to make him feel a little less miserable and get his spirits up a tiny bit.

         "Alright Namjoon." Yoongi gently escapes from the sick rapper, leaving to get Jimin. 

         "What's wrong? Has he gotten worse?" Jin asks, ready to spring up to go back to Namjoon's side.

          "He has, but he wants Jimin.." Yoongi states. 

           "What? He asked for me?" Jimin's eyes widen in surprise. 

          "I think he just wants to be comforted. I'm not the best at that.." Yoongi scratches the back of his neck shyly. "I tried my best. It's your turn now."

Jimin gets a water bottle to take with him, hoping he could get him to drink at least a little bit."Hyungie, I'm here.."

            "Minah…" Namjoon's voice comes out soft, the first part of his name getting cut off by a whimper.

Jimin puts the water down, curling around Namjoon. I don't want to stress him out more. He wanted cuddles, that's what I'll give him. He's so hot though..

          "My poor Hyungie, it's okay.. It's okay.." Jimin runs his hand up and down Namjoon's side with his gentle touch, leaning his head on him. "We'll get you feeling better soon.." 

Namjoon wasn't processing what Jimin was saying to him, but he enjoyed Jimin's soothing tone.

          "We'll think of something to make you feel better. Maybe we can find a good mix of herbal tea.." Jimin continues just saying sweet nothings, gently rubbing his face against Namjoon's cheek. He's hardly conscious.. Jimin bites the inside of his cheek, just barely letting his fingers brush against Namjoon's belly, smiling softly when he feels some of the tension in Namjoon's body let up. "That's it Hyungie, relax.. I'll still be here when you wake up, just try to sleep for now.."

Namjoon relaxes, and after some time, he falls asleep.

—

Jimin leaves when he sees that Namjoon is comfortably asleep, going into the living room and seeing all of the other members.

“How is he?” Seokjin asks.

“He’s asleep.  I think we should take him to the hospital, though.  He’s burning hot and in a lot of pain.”

“I don’t think we can, Jiminie…” Seokjin says.  “It’s a blizzard outside.  We can’t even see five feet out of the window.”

“And our cell phones aren’t working.” Jungkook frowns, empathizing his point by showing Jimin his phone.

           "We're lucky all this snow hasn't knocked the power out.." Yoongi adds in.

            "Yoongi-hyung, don't you jinx us!" Taehyung frets. "We're having enough trouble already.."

            "We have to think of something.."  J-hope sighs in frustration. 

             "We're doing all we can. At least he's sleeping.." Seokjin looks around the room at the members. I have to do something. Everyone's stressed..

               "Maybe, maybe we can go out on our own. If we drive really really slowly. It's better than just sitting around watching him slowly get worse." Jungkook whines desperately, staring at the flurry of snowflakes out the window.

               "You know we can't do that.." Seokjin tries to comfort Jungkook, but be jerked away from his touch.

"But Namjoonie-hyung needs medicine..he's burning up with fever and he can't even sleep with his stomach constantly making him feel sick. We have to try!" Jungkook says with frustration, clenching his fists together. "We can't just do nothing!"

"We're doing all we can, there's no way we can drive in that storm. You can't even see the trees right outside the window. It's too dangerous Koo." Jin tries to calm Jungkook by stroking his hair, this time accepting his touch. Jungkook sighs, taking a few breaths to calm himself. 

"What if we walk?" Jungkook looks hopelessly at Jin, already knowing the answer, tears swelling up.

"No way." Yoongi answers for Jin. "Are you trying to get lost in this mess? The nearest town is miles away. You'll end up with hypothermia before you even get halfway." 

The boys stop their arguing when they hear Namjoon heaving again, Jin rushing back into the bathroom, kneeling beside Namjoon who had his head in the toliet bowl. "Namjoon-ah, it's okay..it's okay.. Hyung is here." Jin rubs his back and Namjoon spits into the toilet, only saliva coming up. Hyung, make it stop, it hurts so much.. Namjoon couldn't get the words out, only a small whimper coming as he holds his sore middle, his muscles finally pushing up acid, burning his throat.

"I know, I know, just try to breathe for me okay?" Jin scratches his nails lightly across Namjoon’s back.  Namjoon tries, but he’s too distressed to breathe properly.  Namjoon gags empty, whimpering.

“It hurts,” he says softly.  

“Shh…I know, Joon.  You’ll be okay.  I’m here.  I’ll keep you safe.”  Namjoon finds comfort in that, calming down a bit.  Seokjin puts his hand on Namjoon’s forehead.  Sh*t.  You’re even hotter than before.  I don’t know what to do…” he says softly.  “We might have to give you a cold bath.”

“No…” Namjoon says.  “Please, no…”

Seokjin is about to say something, but suddenly, the lights start flickering. 

“Hyung?” Namjoon’s voice is deep, but he sounds scared.  The lights shut off, and Seokjin can’t hold back a curse under his breath.  He hears footsteps come to the bathroom and Yoongi shines his phone’s flashlight at them.  “Sh*t…you guys too?”  Namjoon winces at the light and Seokjin nods.

“There’s some candles in the kitchen…” Taehyung comes up behind Yoongi.  Namjoon turns away from the light.  His head is hurting again, the bright lights not helping.  

“Let’s get him to bed,” Seokjin says.  Taehyung comes over and helps Namjoon up, the two of them bringing Namjoon to his bed with Yoongi behind him.  Namjoon instantly rolls to his side, completely exhausted and still feeling nauseous.  Taehyung lays next to him and rubs his hand up and down his hyung’s burning back.  Namjoon sighs at the feeling of Taehyung’s hand.  It feels nice, but he’s still not comfortable with his stomach rolling and head pounding.  

“Do we have medicine?” Yoongi asks Seokjin.

“Namjoon might have some Ibuprofen,” he says.  “For his migraines.”  Namjoon shakes his head hard.

“I’m not taking anything…my stomach is killing me.”  Taehyung puts his hand on Namjoon’s stomach, feeling it tense and cramp every few seconds.  “Poor hyungie…” he says softly, rubbing gently.  Namjoon seems to relax at the touch, breathing more slowly.

“Your fever is gonna make you worse, Joonie.  You could pass out.  Or start hallucinating,” Seokjin says.  “Just try to take some and don’t throw up for an hour or so and you’ll start feeling better.”  Namjoon doesn’t want to.  He doesn’t want to faint or start hallucinating, but he really doesn’t want to throw up again.  Everything hurts and he’s exhausted, but he can’t sleep with how uncomfortable he is.

“Please, Joonie-hyung,” Taehyung says, and Namjoon shakes his head.  Jungkook comes into the room with two lit candles and places them on the dresser.  “What’s going on?” he asks.

“We’re trying to get Namjoon to take some medicine but he won’t..” Yoongi says.  Jungkook frowns in sympathy, then sits on the bed facing namjoon, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“Can you please try to take a little, hyung?” Jungkook asks, looking at Namjoon with round worried eyes.  “You’ll feel better if you do.”  He knows Namjoon and his soft spot can’t say no to him, even when he’s feeling like this. 

Namjoon sighs. I can't say no when he looks at me like that.. "Alright..I'll try.."

Seokjin brightens up, quickly getting medicine from the bottle before he changes his mind. "Here Joon." He places the pill on Namjoon's tongue, quickly getting him a sip of water to help swallow it down. Please just drink a little more…

Namjoon takes a few mouthfuls of water before turning away from his eldest hyung."No more.."

"That's okay, you did good.." Taehyung smiles softly, gently rubbing his fingertips across Namjoon's cramping stomach.

"Thank you hyung." Jungkook says softly.

"I'm so tired.." Namjoon says in a hoarse whisper.

"Then we'll let you sleep.. Do you want me to take Taehyungie with us?" Seokjin asks, ready to remove the clingy vocalist but Namjoon shakes his head, still feeling guilty for how he treated him earlier.

"He's okay.."

"Get me if there's any change Tae. Take care of him." Seokjin gathered up the others and leaves the two alone.

Namjoon slowly started to drift off, his migraine becoming more manageable. Taehyung was humming as soft as he could as he continues to make feather light touches on Namjoon’s cramping belly. 

Taehyung stops when he hears Namjoon start to snore. He's finally asleep, but for how long? He uses his sleeve to try to wipe some of the sweat off of Namjoon's brow. He's still sweating..

Taehyung reaches for the wet cloth slowly, fearful that the slightest wrong move would wake him, just barely grabbing it from the tag, wiping it gently over Namjoon’s body.

Just when Taehyung thought Namjoon was finally starting to recover, he felt his muscles tensing up again, the older quickly sitting up. "Taehyung.." His voice came out as a pained groan as another wave of nausea hits like a tidal wave, making him gag, mouth filling with hot sick, his cheeks puffing out.

 "Hyung hold on I'll get-" Taehyung was too late, as he rushed to get the waste bin from the floor Namjoon had already started trying to scramble over him as his body pushes up more sick than he could hold down getting it on Taehyung, the side of the bed, then finally the bin on the floor, trying to prop himself up by his elbows. The pressure he was putting on his own stomach only worsened the pain, causing tears to run down his cheeks.

"Oh no Hyung.." Taehyung runs his hand down Namjoon's spine, feeling it arch as he continues to heave.

"Se-seokjinnie-hyung!" Taehyung yells coming out shaky with panic. "Yoongi-h-hyung!"

The two eldest run into the room Yoongi slowly lifting the bin from the floor keeping it by Namjoon’s face as Seokjin helped him sit up again. "Aiigo Namjoon-ah.. you're okay, you're okay.."

"N..no.." Namjoon sobs, all the stress on his body catching up with him. "I..i..can't do..do..ev..ev…" Another heave comes, cutting him off, only adding to his frustration causing even more tears to flow.  Seokjin rubs his back gently.

“You’re okay…”  Namjoon wipes his eyes and leans back.

“What happened, Taehyung?” Yoongi asks, taking the bin from Namjoon.

“He just woke up like this…and started vomiting.  I have no idea what happened.”  Seokjin uses a tissue from the side table to wipe Namjoon’s forehead from sweat.

“You’re burning hot, Joonie…we’re gonna have to give you a cold bath…”

Namjoon shakes his head.  “Please…no…I’m freezing…” Namjoon’s eyes look glassy and his usually tan skin is pale.

Seokjin glances at Yoongi, who shrugs.  “I think we have to…”

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Make it better

(A/N): A Drabble for the sugar baby! mc and soon to be series. 

Warnings: Ceo! Caregiver! Jimin x Autistic! Regressor! MC, (no regression in this Drabble, it’s just mentioned), mentioned ot7 x reader, autistic sensory overload, use of title “daddy”, fluff 

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“Daddy, make it stop.” You whined, muffled sobs scratching at the back of your throat. Your red, puffy eyes looked up to observe his panicked movements; his shoulders and back nervously flexing under a pale blue button down as he ran to his desk. 

“Daddy’s got you, pumpkin.” Jimin mumbled, “Just one ‘sec”. His hands made quick work of his drawers, flinging them open for your items. He saw your normal regressive items like coloring books and crayons- not what he needed. His last drawer was tossed open haphazardly, throwing the contents around the wooden confines.

Noise Canceling Headphones and a small stack of clothing were pulled into his arms and laid onto the couch next to you. You were rocking back and forth with both of your knees drawn to your chest, and your palms held over your ears. Tears pricked and fell from the corners of your eyes, casting hot streaks down your cheeks. His heart tightened and his own eyes watered as you whimpered again. “C’mon.” He whispered, “Let daddy fix it.” 

Getting to your daddies office was normally quick, easy, and not overwhelming. Today was the opposite. You had opted out of taking a taxi, thinking you would enjoy the walk. You did not. Walking along city streets was torture for your autistic traits. The cars whizzing by felt like a drill being jammed into your ears, the heat of the sun bouncing off the concrete stung your skin, and the scratchy feeling of your new sweater was sandpaper being used like a pumice stone on the calloused foot that was now your back. 

Your meltdowns weren't as common anymore, now that you had boyfriends that took care of your sensory issues more than even you did, but they were never any less extreme. They always felt like an all consuming agony that ate away at you until the stimuli was completely gone. 

Now, Jimin was coaxing your hands away from your ears to slip on your headphones and planting firm kisses across your cheeks. The firmness of his touch in moments like these was grounding, reminding you of the stimuli that was present and safe. You nodded when he asked if that was better, closing your eyes as he removed the last of the torturous wool touch. 

“There you go, pumpkin.” He muttered, balling up the sweater and throwing it into the corner of his office. He made a mental reminder to check the tag. He’d need to add it to the running list of your texture aversions filling a certain file on his desktop. Your breathing steadied as he slipped one of his gym shirts over your form, fingers dancing happily across the satisfying fabric. God, he loved you in his clothes. He’s loved it since the first time he saw you curled up in his hoodie after a long date together, but it meant even more after you shared your diagnosis with him and his brothers. 

Even though it was coincidence, the fact that none of his clothes textures seemed to bother you made him cocky. It was as if that small alignment meant you were made for each other, or at least he was made to take care of you. Which he would happily do until his last day. He sat down next to you, his eyes still glued to your satisfied expression. 

“Thank you, daddy.” 

His train of thought left him abandoned at the station as he looked over to you. Your eyes were fluttering across his features, with a calm smile spread across your face. Your eyes were no longer red, and the puffiness was decreasing quickly as you finally settled comfortably into the couch. Your hands made small adjustments, twitching and twirling in your lap. It was a calm stim he had come to recognize in the beginning of your relationship. 

He smiled down at you. “Of course, pumpkin.” 

You faced front again and continued your stims. Jimin watched, his chin in the palm of his hand and his lips quirked in a smile as he zoned out to the methodical twitch of your fingers. Your voice brought him back to attention. 

“Can I tell you about the stegosaurus?” 

He laughed, leaning his head back. You were perfect. 

“Fuck yeah, pumpkin. Tell me all about it.” 

[bangtanflirt]

Wait, Little Rabbit! (Part 5)

fluff, angst, smut

Bunny Hybrid (Fem) Reader x Human Seokjin x Dog Hybrids Jimin and Hoseok x Cat Hybrid Yoongi x Wolf Hybrids Namjoon, Taehyung, & Jungkook

NSFW. 18+

Part 1 >  Part 2 > Part 3   > Part 4  > Part 5  > Part 6

Summary: You, a meek little bunny hybrid, find family amongst six predator hybrids and their lovely human caretaker.

Warnings: group sex but like they are all taking turns with y/n, y/n goes into heat, heats hurt until they are taken care of, a little bit of crying, mentions of birth control methods, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, throatfucking, Joon’s control kink, heavy d/s dynamics, slight breeding kink even though y/n is on birth control, slight voyeurism, predator/prey dynamics in a sexual context, abandonment issues

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The morning is calm, with Seokjin teaching you how to make coffee with the new drip coffee maker he bought. You focus in on his hand movements, watching with fascination as the coffee filters down into the pot. As much as you wish you liked the taste of black coffee, like all the men in the house do, you know that you’ll be pouring your weight in sugar and creamer into your cup.

“My heat is coming up” the words come out shy and unsure. Telling Seokjin such a private matter feels very different than telling your former eighty-four-year-old female caretaker. It can’t be helped that your cheeks turn red, even while your eyes are on the coffee. His movements have stopped though, as he’s put the kettle down to give you full attention.

“How close?”

“Two days”

“How would you like to spend it?”

“I was thinking of asking Jimin and Hobi” you grow redder with each response, but the man just gives a casual nod.

“That’s what I would’ve suggested as well. Do you have any preferences on birth control? I’ve never cared for a female hybrid before, so I’m not sure what to prepare.”

“I, um, I have a chip in my arm” you notice his surprise, “my old caretaker helped me get it.”

“Well, then that’s taken care of. Anything else you need? If you give me a list of your favorite snacks and drinks I can stock them up in the outside room. I like to make sure you guys have enough to recharge during your heats.”

Your heart swells up at just how attentive Jin can be. You could’ve never imagined having a male caretaker in the past; every female hybrid you knew had one bad experience or another with them. Even the most decent ones didn’t feel approachable for such topics—but here you were, with the nicest human male you’ve ever had the fortune of meeting. You can’t help but jump up for a hug, your previous shyness fading away. He chuckles as he holds you in place, heart hurting because of your adorableness.

As the day goes by, you notice the hybrids acting different around you. It starts off subtle, with them zoning out when you come near or eyes lingering on certain body parts that they’ve been too much of gentlemen to stare at before. Namjoon’s the one that addresses the atmosphere first, “y/n…by any chance, is your heat tonight?”

You look at the wolf with confusion, “No, it’s the day after tomorrow.”

They all look at each other, eyebrows raised. “Your pheromones are going crazy bun, are you one hundred percent sure it’s that far away? Maybe you should sleep in the extra room starting tonight.”

To everyone’s surprise, you don’t obediently nod to the Alpha. Instead, you thump your feet and puff out your chest as stubbornly as you know how. “But it’s not for another two days! That’s unfair! I think I know my heats better than anyone else.”

Now, with any other hybrid in the house, Namjoon would be standing firm with his suggestion. However, he’s extra cautious when it comes to you—not wanting to seem like he’s once again belittling your autonomy as a prey hybrid. So, he concedes.

“Okay bun, you know what’s best for you.”

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“What’s with him?” Taehyung asks upon seeing his usually-laid-back Yoongi hyung visibly tense.

“Eunwoo’s back in town. He’s asked to have dinner with Yoongi and I. He’s just a bit nervous but he’ll be alright. Right Yoongs?”

The cat hybrid lets out an unconvincing yes, brows still furrowed in worry.

“Eunwoo?” You inquire, and Jungkook fills in the gaps.

“Eunwoo hyung is Yoongi’s former caretaker. He was friends with Jin hyung in college and asked him to take Yoongi in when he joined the military.”

“He’s back for a couple days before he’s deployed again.” Jin further explains.

You nod, still a little confused on why Yoongi looks so on edge but deciding it best to not prod further.

“Joonie, take this” Jin says, handing the wolf a credit card, “since both Yoongi and I will be gone, and we can’t be sure the kitchen won’t burn down with just you guys. Order whatever you like.” Namjoon rolls his eyes at the remark, smiling nonetheless.

“I vote tacos” Jimin enthusiastically chimes in. His hybrid counterpart, Hoseok, laughs along, tuning into the conversation while keeping his main focus on Yoongi—stroking the cat hybrid’s back gently the entire time. Yoongi leans into the touch, grateful for Hoseok’s calming presence. Hoseok doesn’t leave Yoongi’s side until the moment Jin has to separate them to get Yoongi out the door, even then the dog hybrid doesn’t miss the chance to help Yoongi put his collar on.

With the two of them alone for the car ride, Jin attempts to soothe the cat’s nerves.

“He really misses you, you know that? The first thing he asked me was how you were doing.”

“Well if he cared that much, he shouldn’t have left.”

The rest of the ride is silent and stiff. Before long, Yoongi finds himself sitting opposite of the man he dreaded seeing. At the very least, Jin is still beside him, holding his hand under the table. Yoongi attempts to hide behind the restaurant menu, but Eunwoo earnestly speaks up.

“What about the ravioli for you, Yoongi? You love ravioli, don’t you?”

The cat hybrid doesn’t dare make eye contact, but his tone is ice cold. “Not anymore. Grew out of it.”

Jin nervously cracks a joke to ease the tension but hurt is evident on Eunwoo’s face. The dinner continues on with the two humans catching up while the cat hybrid picks at his meal. It’s when Jin excuses himself to go to the restroom when the tension is at an all-time high.

“Yoongi, will you please at least look at me? I know I’m not your caretaker anymore, but I’m still trying my best to be a part of your life. Please don’t shut me out.”

It’s the first time that night that Yoongi meets eyes with the man.

“You don’t get to be a part of my life after you dumped me onto someone else.”

Eunwoo’s heart further cracks at the biting remark, coming from the hybrid who used to look at him with hearts in his eyes.

“Leaving you was the hardest decision I’ve ever made”

“Then why’d you do it?”

“Because I had to! Because I was lost Yoongi, and everyday you were with me I was reminded of how I couldn’t do anything for you. You were behind on vaccines because I couldn’t afford them! You couldn’t go to hybrid parks because I didn’t have time to take you! My life was a mess and I felt so selfish for making you go through all of that because of me. The army really straightened me out, gave me the direction I so badly needed—but you and I both know how miserable the hybrids on base are. This is the best thing I could possibly do for you.”

“But I missed you.” Yoongi tries to hold back a choked sob, but tears roll down his cheeks at a faster pace than he can wipe them off. Without a second to spare, his old caretaker is taking the seat besides him, wiping away the tears.

“I missed you too. I’m so sorry it turned out this way, but you’re happy, aren’t you? Jin and all those hybrids, they make you happy, right?”

He nods through the tears, too many emotions all being felt at once.

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This time the ride back home is much lighter, on both Yoongi and Seokjin.

“You know I like being with you, right hyung? I was never upset that he left me with you.”

“I know Yoongs, you don’t have to worry about me. I know you love us. You also love him, though, and you don’t have to pretend like you’re okay all the time when I can tell you miss him.”

“I just—I thought he’d always be by my side. And then one day he wasn’t. The part that sucks the most is that I am happy now, but I’m worried that this is all temporary too.” He looks out the window, not wanting to voice his fears while looking in Jin’s direction.

“It’s completely valid to have those fears, but I’m not going anywhere Yoongi. Neither are the others. Eunwoo can’t take care of you, but he loves you enough to trust you with someone who can. Someone who will take care of you for the rest of your life.”

Yoongi steals a glance at his caretaker, letting himself believe the words for now. It’s when he’s relaxed more into the seat does the hybrid realize this isn’t the way back home.

“Um Jin, where are we going?”

The man cracks a mischievous smile, eyes still transfixed on the road. “Somewhere that you’ll really like.”

The roads are curvy and uphill, causing the two to swerve with the car on occasion. Yoongi observes the passing buildings with perplexity, not recognizing this as any part of town he’s ever been to. Seokjin keeps his playful air of mystery, looking on amusedly as Yoongi tries to make sense of his surroundings. The car stops into an unfamiliar driveway, the driveway of a house that leans miles high over them—tall and wide frame dauntingly casting a shadow.

“C’mon kitty” is all the older man says before getting out the door and walking to the front door, all while Yoongi sprawls to not be left behind.

“Hyung, can you tell me now?”

“Look” he points to a sign with bold black letters reading ESTATE SALE.

“You brought me to an estate sale?”

“Yup. I want to spruce up the house but I have no idea where to start. That’s where you, our designated interior design expert, come in.”

Yoongi’s heart jumps in excitement, hands already itching to examine every piece of furniture in the ginormous house. Things up until now have been an emotional roller-coaster, but a few hours here is just what Yoongi needs to decompress—and his caretaker is well aware of that.

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You’re okay. You keep telling everyone around you that you’re okay. You keep telling yourself that you’re okay. Because frankly, you’ve made too much of a scene not to be. The pride you felt when you stood your ground about your heat cycle is still fresh in your mind. But maybe—just maybe—you’ve been too prideful. Maybe Namjoon has a point. Because right now, as you’re in a cuddle puddle with the dog hybrids and Jungkook in the living room, something snaps. It snaps so roughly, so deliciously, that you feel the wind being knocked out of your lungs. Air feels like a secondary need, second to the pleasure you need to be feeling right now. Everything hurts, your core aches, and you know the universe is mocking you right now. You’ve been so adamant about your heat schedule that you entirely ignored the possibility of going into it early—a common occurrence of when a prey hybrid experiences high stress between cycles. It’s never happened to you before, but it happening now makes perfect sense considering your whole life has been twisted inside out since your last heat. You don’t want to draw attention to it, but the intensity building up inside you has tears threatening to pour. The hybrids with you notice immediately, the scent of the air turning unmistakably more pungent. The salty scent of desire, undeniable pheromones of lust swirling around you—too strong for any of them to act indifferent to.

It's Jimin that takes your face into his hands first, startled expression as he sees the pain in your eyes. “Bun…you’re in heat…” His voice is on edge, not expecting this nor knowing what to do. His rational brain would take you to the outside room immediately, but your pheromones are hazing that rationality in all three hybrids. Yoongi was the only hybrid that’s ever helped a prey through heat—the others are nowhere near equipped to handle just how strongly the heat pheromones affect predator hybrids in particular.

“Please help” you cry out, voice breaking in the process.

The words mixed with your scent send the dog hybrids into a primal frenzy. Jimin kisses you hard, sucking on your lips in a manner that’ll no doubt leave them bruised after. Hoseok is tearing your clothes off, as well as losing his own. The youngest hybrid is the only one who stills in hesitance. The dog hybrids are no strangers to taking care of your needs, but Jungkook has never had you in that way before. As high as your scent has him, he still keeps a distance, unsure if you even want him to help you through your heat. He feels guilty even looking—no, ogling—at your nude form right now. The curve of your perky ass, the stiff peaked nipples that top your breasts, your already glistening cunt; every detail he tries to commit to memory, scared he’ll never be able to see it again. He watches with tense posture as Hoseok slides two fingers into your cunt with ease, with you begging for more. He continues watching as Hoseok fucks three long digits all the way into your cunt while Jimin takes your mouth with equal ferocity. You’re beyond the point of forming coherent sentences, heat making you cock dumb and only able to beg. It’s when one of your hands reach towards Jungkook that he stops being just a spectator; Jimin’s cock has you unable to talk, but your eyes and hand motions do well to plead the wolf hybrid to join.

“A-are you sure bun?”

You let go of Jimin’s cock with a pop sound, taking a moment to catch your breath before answering.

“Please Kook…need you…need your cock…please” The words “please” keep falling from your lips like a mantra, in rhythm with Hoseok’s fingers pumping you good.

The oldest dog hybrid is used to taking charge, which makes things a lot easier for everyone in this moment. “You heard her Kook. Our desperate little bun needs your cock. Are you going to deny a poor bunny in heat?”

The wolf shakes his head instantly, doing well to strip out of his all-black clothing. He stands bare, cock straight up and yearning to be inside of you, but even your exquisite pheromones can’t make Jungkook forget his pack hierarchy.

“Joon hyung…I need his permission.”

That’s when a low snicker intrudes the moment between the four of you. You all turn your heads to the wolves’ bedroom door, where Namjoon and Taehyung are standing with hyperfocused vision.

“My little beta never forgets his manners, does he?” The Alpha quips, looking proud. The other beta watches with lust-filled pupils, hiding behind his Alpha as if your scent is something dangerous.

“please…need all of you…it hurts” your trying your best to plead, but Jimin’s assault on your throat makes the words come out raspy. Speaking of the youngest dog hybrid and his cock, he pushes it right back down your throat again. This isn’t like the other time he’s been in your mouth, when he was gentle and had all the patience in the world—right now, he’s a creature of instinct, and his instinct is to breed your mouth.

Namjoon makes his way to the loveseat adjacent from the couch, getting the perfect view of everything. Taehyung follows close by but stops at the couch rather than the loveseat: your scent intoxicating him.

“Go on, I want to see both of my betas stuff that tight little cunt.”

Taehyung’s eyes go wide, and Jungkook thanks his lucky stars that his Alpha is not in a denying mood. If Namjoon is affected by your pheromones, he’s doing a damn good job showing restraint—opting instead to sit back in a commandeering position with his large hand palming over his sweats.

Hoseok helps the Alpha’s command come to fruition, taking his fingers out and gripping your thighs open as invitation for the betas. Jungkook doesn’t waste a single second, plunging into your heat like a possessed man. You gag around Jimin at the sudden intrusion, and the dog hybrid takes himself out to let you adjust for a second. Just for a second, though, because he’s back in your mouth in no time. Jungkook’s head is thrown back in ecstasy, guttural moans spilling with each heavenly thrust inside of you. No one can tell exactly when Taehyung loses all of his clothes, but it’s not long before the other beta is holding his cock in hand, waiting impatiently to feel you.

“Kook, don’t be greedy. Let Tae have a turn.”

“Yes Alpha” his words are readily obedient, but it takes the wolf a lot of willpower to keep from diving back into you.

Taehyung takes full advantage of his turn, getting fully lost in both your cunt and your scent. That’s why he’s also struggling when Namjoon orders another switch. The two betas fuck you like that for a while, taking turns controlled by their Alpha as Hoseok keeps your legs open and Jimin keeps your mouth busy.

It doesn’t help that every time Jimin lets you breathe, you use the time to beg the words “harder” and “more.” The words only egg Jimin on, making him fuck you even harder until he’s emptied his seed deep down your throat.

Jungkook is the first to fill your cunt up, and Taehyung is second (both with the Alphas permission, of course). Hoseok succumbs to temptation and sinks into your cum-filled folds too, leaving his big load in there as well. Without your mouth occupied, screams of pleasure fill the house in no time. It’s during Hoseok’s turn when you get your first orgasm, no doubt because of his skilled movements on your clit. Your high hits as fast and hard as your heat, making every cell in your body ascend in pleasure. It takes a minute for the aftershocks to subside, your legs gradually slowing down in their shaking—as well as the rest of your body. It’s all too much and not nearly enough at the same time: the orgasm leaving you breathless, but your libido still crying out for more. You look at the Alpha, still showing immense restraint, eyes picking you apart alone. His gaze is taunting, and you’ve lost all pride to not give in.

“Joon, please fuck me” it’s the most coherent you’ve been since your heat hit, but you know you need to string a sentence or two together to get the Alpha’s approval. “need you so bad Alpha. Need your cock so bad it hurts.”

He doesn’t say anything back, just cocks an eyebrow at you like he’s expecting something. Like you should know what to do right now. Your mind is cluttered and horny and your grasping at straws to figure out what he’s expecting. You’ve already begged…oh. You’ve only begged. His words from before ring clear in your otherwise hazy mind.

“If you want me, you’ll have to kneel and beg first.”

With no explanation to the other hybrids, you half-fall-half-crawl off the couch, away from their hands on you. They all watch the mixture of cum drip down your thighs, cunt practically slobbering over the couch and carpet as you make your way down. You look right into the Alpha’s eyes, knowing this is what he’s asking for as you crawl over—unable to walk even if you wanted to. It’s when your right in front of the loveseat do you stop, giving him one last pleading look before ducking your head to meet his feet. You let your head fall onto his feet in complete submission.

“Please fuck me Alpha” you get out in your most desperate tone yet.

The Alpha’s smirk grows tenfold.

“Gladly, little prey.”

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A/N: Thank you guys for waiting patiently as my health recovered and I could put this part out! As always, I’m overwhelmed in the best way with your enthusiasm for the series. The people that comment and reblog especially make me so motivated to write!! As of right now, the next part is planned to be the final. What I have planned for it feels like a natural conclusion to the series. It will be out much quicker than this one for sure!

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[interesting-interludes]

the comforts of creatures (2)

creature comforts:

↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being

→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

→ genre: fantasy!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut

→ word count: 3k

→ summary: when you wake up in a strange place, met with softness and warmth instead of the pain you’re used to, a spiral of panic is almost inevitable. and the only ones around to pull you out of it are the seven strange men who brought you here.

→ trigger/content warnings: PTSD (including low self-worth/effects of dehumanization, sensory overload), memory loss, mentions/effects of physical/psychological abuse, panic attack, lotta hurt before the comfort :( the boys trying their best

→ a/n: please mind the warnings before reading!! thank you so much for the love and feedback on the first part I really appreciate it!! 💖

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part 2: seven strangers

At first, there’s only soft warmth.

You’re surrounded by it, cradled in it like a kitten huddled close to the rest of the litter.

For as long as you can remember, warmth has been a stranger. You almost forgot what it felt like. But right now, it somehow feels familiar. Suddenly, warmth is an old friend. 

Downy and delightfully drunk with sleep, you breathe out a content sigh and snuggle deeper into whatever is making you feel this way.

It’s so warm here, and comfy too. It makes it easier to ignore the deep ache in your muscles, the pounding in—

A jolt of icy dread hits you. Why are you so warm? Why isn’t your body lying on hard stone? It doesn’t feel right, it’s not right you’re not supposed to feel like this.

Peeling your eyes open with considerable effort, light floods your senses, making you want to shrink back to where it’s dark, back to where you belong.

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, but once they do, you find yourself in a very strange place. Now you see with horror what was keeping you so warm. 

The room you’re in is large, walls lined with curtained windows. The center of the room is dominated by a gigantic bed. It’s sunken into the ground, looking more like a huge fluffy pit piled high with blankets and pillows.

But the worst part is...you’re not alone.

Four other bodies are curled up against yours. One of them is pressed to your left side with an arm slung over your torso, head nestled into the crook of your neck. All you can see of him is his tan skin and few wisps of curly black hair.

The body at your right is a similar problem. They’re hugging you close with their legs intertwined with yours. A man’s body, lean yet padded with muscle.

When you look down, you see a head of silvery white hair cushioned on your stomach. And when you shift slightly, you realize that you’re using the person behind you as a pillow.

They’re all holding onto you like you might disappear.

Countless textures, the heat of their skin, the rub of their clothes, the tickling tips of their hair, it all swarms you with increasing pressure. A bombardment of scents fills your nose. Leather, cologne, a hint of tea leaves. Sweat, musk, and something heavy underneath.

It smells like the den of a hibernating animal. A scent that screams this is mine, don’t dare to touch it.

The intermingling smells seem to burn in your nostrils. Too many, so much all at once. There’s too much touching you. Too warm, too soft, too good.

And even though the curtains are drawn, the thin streams of fading sunlight that peek through bring moisture to your eyes.

All of this, on top of that same weighty feeling in your chest. It’s calmer than before, not so desperate and yearning. Still, it burns slow like the embers of a dull fire.

You wrench yourself free from the stifling embrace. Untangling your limbs, you squirm out from under them, half of you trying not to wake them and the other half desperate to escape from the suffocation.

You feel them stir. The man to your left tightens the grip of his arm, but you rip away like their touch burns. In a way, it does.

Stumbling over the mountain of pillows and stuffed animals, you distance yourself from the bed and the strangers in it as much as possible.

Something in your heart aches with the loss, but how can you miss something you don’t deserve?

Instinctively, your back hits the wall and slides along it until you find the nearest corner. Sinking down to the floor, you hug your knees to your chest and squeeze your eyes shut to block out the light.

Where are you?

The struggle to remember the events that brought you here hurts.

Memory has always been a slippery thing. It doesn’t come easy, especially when it’s always been less painful to forget. What memories do come are always fragmented, half-formed.

You can remember certain past emotions, an image here and there, maybe the shadow of a face. But never the events or places attached to them.

That is, all the memories before you were brought to the facility. Because everything that happened there...you remember vividly.

It’s all rushing back to you now. The dark, the cold, the damp. It was all you had to cling to. Why isn’t it here now?

You try again to remember how you got to this strange place, this place where there are light-bearing windows and soft, warm beds to sleep on.

Throbbing pain in your skull, tightness in your throat, but you push through it and reach into the corners of your mind.

Loud. Screaming, footsteps, gunshots. There was a creature, huge and powerful. And there was a man, beautiful but deathly.

They’d stumbled upon your room, but they didn’t hurt you. What were they doing there? And how did you end up here?

The rustle of sheets.

Your head whips up from between your knees, eyes popping open despite the too-bright light.

One of the men is shifting on the bed. It’s the one with the almost white hair. He rolls over with a sleepy groan, reaching out his arms like he’s searching for something.

When he doesn’t seem to find it, his head slowly rises from the mattress.

Don’t open your eyes, don’t open your eyes please.

But they do, just a crack. His head swivels, looking around the room.

Don’t look at me, don’t look at me, for the love of god—

He’s facing you now, shaking strands of pale hair off his face. His eyes are barely open, but you know he sees you.

You know it from the way the feeling in your chest pulses. Panic racing through your veins, breath quickening.

The man yawns and opens his arms in a welcoming gesture, something that puzzles you immensely.

“Come back to bed, babe.”

His voice is bright and sweet, but it still sends a wave of alarm through your body.

It’s a trap, your brain drills over and over. You know you’re not allowed on a bed. He must know it too, he has to. Because you’re dirty and disgusting and wrong. Beds are meant for people, for humans.

“Baby?”

You look up to find the man watching you with a strange expression. It’s concern, but you don’t recognize what that looks like.

You tear your eyes away from his, flinching with the realization that you just accidentally made eye contact. Damnit, no no no.

Curling in on yourself further, you wait for the consequences. A slap, a fist to the nose, a hand tight around your throat. Anything that hurts.

But it doesn’t come. Several beats of silence pass, your breathing picking up by the second.

You don’t dare look up again, that always makes it worse.

The man calls out a name. Then again, again, each time increasingly desperate.

The thing in the pit of your heart burns, pulsing painfully every time he says that name.

Why does he keep saying it? You don’t like it, it makes your chest ache.

Too hyper focused on all the overlapping sensations, you don’t notice the man approaching you, panic across his face.

Dropping to his knees, his eyes search your distraught face, ducking his head to try to catch your gaze.

“_____? What’s wrong? Please, tell me what’s wrong, babe,” he says, hands creeping up your arms, giving your shoulders a squeeze to try to ground you.

Immediately, you recoil away from his touch.

It’s too much. The light, the smells, the contact, the pressure inside your rib cage. All you want to do it disappear, shrivel up until you’re even more nothing than you already are.

More voices, different yet all alarmed, sounding faraway and muted in your ears. Your eyes must be closed again, because all you see is soothing darkness.

There are more hands touching you. The muffled voices are getting louder, more piercing.

It all makes your head throb. You wish it would stop, just make it stop please make it fucking stop!

Lungs feeling close to bursting, your ears suddenly perk up at the only string of words your stupid brain can process: a command.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes open, almost involuntarily.

Wide, warm eyes, high cheekbones, dark waves falling over bright skin. A man’s face hovering over you, his expression pinched with distress. Still, when your gaze meets his, a weak yet radiant smile blooms across his face.

“Good, good,” he says softly.

Momentary relief. You release a tight breath, focusing all your senses on the face in front of you, on the voice giving you delicious praise.

But then three more faces crowd your vision. They’re all looking at you so intensely, eyes wide and jaws clenched.

Panic like fireworks. Why are they all looking at you? What did you do?

The realization comes, a stab to the gut. Only one of them allowed you to look at him. And you just made eye contact with all of them.

No no no...It’s coming any second now. The pain.

They’re going to punish you for it, they’re going to hold you down and hurt you until you’re thrashing and screaming.

They know you were on the bed, they have to. They’re going to beat you bloody for it.

You can already taste the iron in your mouth. A violent swell of nausea ripples through your stomach. Can’t breathe, you can’t breathe.

They’re going to hurt you. The pain is coming again, there won’t be anything else.

Your heartbeat is thunder as you frantically scan the room.

The door isn’t far away, and it’s open.

A voice that isn’t your own says one thing in your head:

Run.

It’s been a long time since Jimin felt this content. He’s warm, he’s safe, he’s fed, and he’s got your heartbeat against his ear.

They’d made it home relatively unscathed, Jin still carrying you bridal style.

He’d refused to let go of you since you collapsed in his arms. Even when they were safely inside their own wards, even crossing the threshold of the house, he held you close to his chest and waved the maknaes off with a “go clean up” or “go eat something before you pass out.”

He finally surrendered you over to Namjoon to go fry up some meat while the rest of them washed up in the mudroom, knowing they’d be ravenous by the time they finished.

Namjoon managed to bandage your cuts and wipe your face with a wet cloth before Taehyung found him, trailing water droplets behind him, and dragged you into the den where he promptly fell asleep in a pile with the rest of the shifters.

Jin and Namjoon watched them fondly from the doorway, all of them utterly exhausted from the raid and from changing in and out of their full forms.

You were cradled in between Hoseok’s legs, Jungkook pressed to your right, Taehyung to your left, with Jimin resting his head on your stomach.

Namjoon put a hand on Jin’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. The gesture says you did good, we’re whole again.

When Jimin wakes up, he can feel the anxiety trembling in the air. The fine, sensitive hairs all over his body twitch with it.

He reaches for you, but you’re not there.

Opening his eyes, he finds you pressed into the corner, shaking.

He’ll never forget the way you looked at him. You’ve never looked so scared, never so much like a cornered animal.

But it’s not until he calls your name and you look at him with no recognition in your eyes that he knows something is very, very wrong.

You flinch away from his touch, sending a pang of hurt through his heart, covering your ears and burying your head between your legs.

Jungkook jolts awake, probably triggered by the stench of your fear. He’s by your side in an instant, quietly whimpering as he presses his nose to what’s left of your hair.

Taehyung and Hoseok follow soon after.

They all try to comfort you with soft touches and calming words, muttering “you’re safe now” and “nothing can hurt you” over and over.

But it’s like you don’t hear them. Or don’t believe it.

You can’t even look at them until Hoseok orders you to. He remembers that Jimin likes following simple orders when he’s overwhelmed, and when it works on you a spark of joy lights in his face.

Something similar lights in your eyes too, but the next second it’s gone. Replaced by more panic, your gaze darts around the room wildly.

Jimin’s teeth clench as he anticipates what’s coming next. He knows the signs of someone about to bolt.

He’s proven right seconds later when you lunge for the door, roughly pushing past them.

They’re all shocked still for a moment. Why would you run from them? They’re supposed to be your safe place, your comfort people. They finally got you back. Shouldn’t you be happy? Why would you run from your own mates?

Jungkook takes off after you, tearfully calling your name. Then Hoseok takes off after Jungkook, worried that he might scare you even more in his emotional state.

Taehyung and Jimin just sit there, deflated. When their eyes meet, they’re both thinking the same thing: helping you feel safe again is going to be a lot harder than they thought.

You can be pretty fast when you want to be, especially when you’re frightened, so you make it all the way down the stairs and into the living room before Jungkook gets to you.

He grabs your shoulders, trying to be as non-threatening as he can, anchoring you to the floor as he tries to meet your eyes.

Twitching violently and nearly hyperventilating, your breath catches when he finally manages to catch your gaze. Only to rip it away again as a strangled noise escapes your throat.

That rare sound that only leaves Jungkook when he’s distressed fills the air. Somewhere between a high-pitched trill and a harsh cry, it seems to echo all throughout the house.

It alerts the remaining hyungs, making their ears perk and their lungs hitch.

They fell that burning in their chest, a sign that one of their mates is in pain. And from the way it singes through their veins, they know that it’s not one of their mates, but several of them.

When Jungkook calls out your name, you break out of his grip and take a few unsteady steps backward, searching for the nearest exit.

By that time, the shifters have made their way into the living room, along with Jin and Namjoon. They all crowd around you, muscles tensing when they feel the air vibrate with your panic.

Whipping around, you realize that you’re surrounded and utterly outnumbered.

They watch as you crumble in on yourself, sinking to the ground again in an effort to shield yourself from an oncoming attack.

A string of jumbled syllables falls from your lips. They have to get closer to realize what you’re saying.

“Please...please,” you mutter. “Please don’t hurt me.”

It breaks their hearts.

Every time one of them touches you, you jerk back and let loose another stream of frenzied pleas.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t run again. Just don’t hurt me, please. I’ll be good I promise just please don’t, don’t...”

Jungkook and Taehyung grasp your shoulders with tears in their eyes, Jimin running a soothing hand up and down your back.

“It’s okay, baby. Really, it’s okay. No one’s going to hurt you. Calm down for me, okay?” Taehyung says softly.

Your breathing slows just a little, maybe from hearing him say that he doesn’t plan on hurting you. Hesitantly, you look up at your surroundings, and the next second you’re thrown into another fit of shaking and begging.

“No no no, please...please,” you blurt out, voice trailing off at the end.

Too many touches, voices, scents. It all swirls in your brain and makes your heart and head thud rapidly. When will it stop, when will it just stop.

“Enough.”

Everyone freezes at the calm yet firm voice.

The boys turn towards it while you burrow further into yourself, waiting for a hit or command or insult, whichever comes first.

Yoongi stands at the other end of the room. His head and shoulders are drooped with exhaustion, no doubt still weak after breaking through the layers of wards single-handed.

His eyes are zeroed in on only you, brows furrowed and fists clenched. This is the first time he’s seen you in months. The cuts and old wounds, the scars, your mangled hair, the way your body is shriveled with malnourishment. It all makes his skin crawl with quiet rage.

Yoongi takes step after slow step towards you, and something about his commanding presence keeps you still.

The rest of them step aside to let him pass, holding their breath in anticipation of his next words. He’s always been the most patient, the most level-headed when one of them is having a panic attack.

He drops down to one knee, tilting your chin up with one gentle finger.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he says, masterfully controlling his fury at seeing the state of you so none of it is directed towards you.

Still shaking, you meet his even stare. His own dark eyes soften, darting over the damage visible on your face.

“Tell me,” he begins in that same composed tone. “Who did this to you?”

a/n: thanks so much for reading!! what are your first impressions of the boys? please consider commenting your thoughts if you enjoyed! :)

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[sickiesope]

Hiiii! How are you? I hope you’re doing well 💛

I have a request for you, can you write a BTS fanfic where it’s night and Jimin wakes up because of a nightmare and decides to go for a walk but it’s raining and it’s so cold so when he decides to come back home it takes a lot of time because of the rain. When he is at home he is surprised to see Jungkook awake and he takes care of Jimin, who has a high fever. I know it’s too long as a request but if you can, I would be happy if you write it.

Thank you 💛

This cute request is from awhile back! Sorry for the wait anon, I hope you're doing well too! 💜My brain hasn't been writing again until recently 😅

Late night

Sickie: Jimin

Caretaker: Jungkook

Summary: Jimin wishes he at least dressed warmer. Or waited for the rain to settle. 🌧

Jimin awoke in a sweat. He had a bad dream and can't fall back asleep. His heart and his thoughts are racing like crazy. He runs a hand down his face, sighing deeply.

Jimin wants to go for a little walk and fresh air, even if it's after midnight. A nice brisk walk to help calm down. He throws on a hoodie and pair of sweats. When he opens the door it's pouring rain outside. "Ughh, seriously?!" Jimin can see how fast it's coming down and the drops look huge. Does he really need to go outside? Yes. Yes he does, Jimin convinces himself. Just a for short time.

Jimin finds his raincoat and steps outside. He doesn't mind the smell of rain, he just wishes it wasn't coming down so hard. He pulls up his hood and starts power walking. It's cold outside and he's shivering lightly. "I'll warm up after walking a few minutes" he says to himself. The rain feels cold as it spatters onto his jacket. The hood keeps falling down which is annoying. He's getting wet and has to keep a hand on it. Then the wind started blowing rain into his face, much to his dismay. He keeps having to wipe his eyes every ten seconds, it's getting harder to see. Jimin wishes he at least dressed warmer. Or waited for the rain to settle.

"Dammit!"  he mutters to himself. Jimin decided he's had enough and wants to go home. He's freezing. He realizes he walked more than intended, the wind keeps switching directions and making it especially cold. Jimin is shivering desperately, his walking turned to jogging. He can't see properly everything is a messy blur. Luckily he manages to find home again and almost slips when he starts sprinting.

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Jungkook thought he heard someone get up recently. He was awake himself, thinking about getting a snack in the kitchen. He notices Jimin's boots and jacket are missing. Confused, Jungkook quickly goes to Jimin's room and quietly opens his door. He notices Jimins clothes are scattered everywhere and he's not in his bed. His eyes widen.

Jungkook runs and opens the door and he's surprised by the rain.

"..Did Jimin leave the house and go outside in this??" Suddenly he sees someone running. He recognizes Jimin's voice and clothes. "Jimin hyung?!" Jungkook's doe eyes wider than ever. "What are you doing out there?!?"

"Kookie??" Jimin is so happy to see the younger and runs to him. They hug and JK gets wet but he doesn't mind at all.

"Hyung, what were you doing outside? It's terrible out there!" Jungkook takes his jacket and helps him with his boots.

"Ugh, I don't know...I had a bad dream a-and couldn't f-fall asleep" Jimin sputters. He's sniffling a lot too. He feels awful and developed a bad headache.

"Awwh, really hyung?" Jungkook says concerned. "Hmm, you feel warm despite being outside.. are you feeling okay?"

"Not really, my head really hurts" Jimin moaned. He can't tell if he's sweating or just wet from the rain.

"Let's get you back to bed hyung, you need rest. I think you're getting a cold or something." Jungkook helps him clean up and gives him water.

Jimin flops back into bed and it feels softer and warmer than ever. Jungkook gives him a tissue box and extra blankets. He makes sure Jimin is nice and comfortable and tucks him in.

"Can you please sleep in my bed, Kookie? I don't wanna sleep alone.."

"Sure Jiminie hyung I'd love to" Jungkook smiles. He joins Jimin in the nest of blankets and pillows. Things are quiet and they can hear the rain lightly from the window. It's a nice relaxing sound and they cuddle and fall asleep.

[sicjimin]

— Not Even Witchcraft Could Help —

a.n : hi! wow it's been like .. 3 months. it took a lot from me to muster up this supposed to be drabble .. i think i have lost my touch for writing lol because i dont even know what is this or is this good or ... whatever 🥲 i hope anyone that read this .. like it ? i guess ? this supposed to be a silly little drabble where Yoongi is a witch and trying to help his little sick human Jimin, but i got carried away as always so it becomes long .. im so sorry if this absurd or make nosense in anyway 😁

tw : emeto

To his defends, Jimin can say he has a quite strong immune. Well yeah, maybe isn't as strong as Seokjin, or Yoongi—his boyfriend—that could still function even after get rained on, living off 3 hours of sleep, and other quite sick-inducing habits. He got his fair shares of flu, but it's never bad. Maybe a nightly fever, congested nose, few days of cough, and then he's better.

It started when Jimin got home from his practice session with fever this afternoon. Stumbling into his apartment with half conscious mind as dizziness muddled his brain. He plopped into the couch, curled himself small there—tugging his coat as far as it can be to cover himself because the act to get a blanket properly is waay to exhausting for him. He just wanted to sleep. It didn't take long for him to lost against sleep, and only being awakened by a panicked Yoongi, as his boyfriend fussing to touch his forehead cheeks and even arms.

So, he can't really blame Yoongi to be this ... awkward tending his emotional-sick traits, as he currently sniffling after a whole good minutes of crying after throwing up bouts of the older (supposed to be) healing teas.

"Jimin-ah .. love .. you're sick? You're burning up! and why you still in this clothes? How long have you been here? Have you eat anything?"

Jimin groans, burrying his face further into one of their fluffy cushions as he felt even groggy after his short naps. "Mhm .. i think so?", he managed to croak out before his throat decided that the effort to speak was too much and burst into a fit of coughs. "My head hurts .. and cold ..", he added after sucking a big gush of fresh air. "I feel awful hyung"

He barely remember anything after that ; he vaguely remembered Yoongi fussing around him with warm chamomile tea, making him eat few spoonful of food, then he remembered getting drawn into a warm bath and suddenly he was on the bed. He also remembered Yoongi cuddled up against him, tucking the blanket high up under his chin, and play with his hair until everything is pitched black for him.

Jimin didn't know how long he has been asleep. But his distorted-feverish mind know that it's still night time or maybe dawn, judging from their dim bedroom with no hint of sunlight from the curtains—and soft snores from his boyfriend. Jimin stirs a little, feeling his stomach rumbles, except its not in a hungry way—but in a "i'm about to puke" kind of way. He winces, trying not to let out any moans or groans of discomfort as he shuffles away from the older sturdy chest. He huffs, grabbing his phone to check the time, but his eyelids seem to weigh a ton. His brain is foggy and lethargic as he rolls further.

"Ugh..." he mutters, putting down his phone and trying to get comfortable—coming into a realization that he's not awake by his own will. Not that his body decided to wake him up because he already got enough sleep; but because he's reaching the peak of his sickness.

Unfortunately, the little movement only worsens the feeling churning inside his bloated stomach—it keeps roiling around, making him feel like he'll be sick to his guts any minute now. The faint sense of dizziness that makes the bed spins a little when he moves also did not help his predicament.

With great effort, Jimin tries to move and sit up properly. His stomach rumbles more fiercely with each movement, the cramps growing in intensity. It's taking everything he got not to vomit, as the acidic bile keeps churning around inside of him. He takes a deep breath, trying to hold it all down as he slowly gets to his feet—he's going to be sick, and it's better safe than sorry. He didn't want to make Yoongi cleaned up the sheets right when he wakes up later.

Everything hurts.

"Fuck... this... this is not good...", Jimin mumbles, as he hobbles slowly to the bathroom—hands circling around his mid section as his guts growling and gurgling louder and louder with each step. He can taste the food Yoongi made him to eat few hours ago on his tongue as he burps on the bathroom treshold. He closes the bathroom door slowly, not wanting to make such a commotion that could wake Yoongi up. He huffs, closing his eyes as he grabs the edge of the toilet—feeling his inside rolls like clothes in washing machine—and begins to cough and gag. It was empty at first, but its thicken the nausea until he can't hold it back anymore. The foulness pours from his mouth in a heavy stream. His stomach heaving violently, pushing and contracting against itself as water and half digested food rushing to get out of his body. It's horrible, but it feels like some kind of relief.

"Ah ..", Jimin moans once it's over. He closes his eyes, breathing hard and gulping air, waiting for the next wave to hit—knowing that it's only the beginning. His clammy hands reached over his stomach, he hissed a little as the coldness of his palm burns against his feverish body, and begins to gently rubs it.

It aches.

"Min .. are you in there?"

Jimin is too busy shivering and wiping bile off his face to respond to Yoongi's voice right away. He leans up against the bowl, his body trembling, as he tries to catch his breath. "I... I'm okay. Just... got sick. That's all. I'm fine." The sourness of his voice sounds like it was dragged up from his stomach.

Jimin hears the footsteps coming closer, but he barely could pay any attention to it as he instinctively hunch over to brace for the next wave of retching. The bathroom door opens and he shut your eyes—already feeling water creeping up to his throat.

"Baby .. why didn't you wake me up?", Yoongi's deep yet soothing voice drawn around him, followed by his hand tracing along Jimin's spines. Jimin shuddered at the touch.

Yoongi continuous mumbles feels like a spell against the ringing on his ears. "This ...", Jimin spits as he tries to catch his breath, "Is digusting"

"I—", as Jimin attempts to speak, another surge of vomit rises up in his throat. He gags and it pushes out, this time with even more force. It's almost like he has to get his stomach's entire contents out as soon as possible before his body calms down. He grips the toilet bowl and shuts his eyes tightly.

"Breathe .. Jimin-ah, breathe .. you're okay .. let it out"

He hears the older chuckles, before a tissue comes into his eyesight. Jimin slumps down, and mumbles a small thankyou as he cleans up his nose and lips.

Gosh .. he must've look like a whole mess.

"You're sick, that's justified", Yoongi hums, tucking the younger sweaty hair in, "Are you feeling better?"

Jimin doesn't answer him right away as he tries to regain his strength slowly to come back to him. The nausea has subsided. But he's still reeling. His head still feels woozy. Not to mention his body feels exhausted and shaky from what just happened. "Mhm .. still nauseous though", he croaks out as he pats his stomach, assessing if it's safe for him to move around. "I will wait for few minutes here .. i'm afraid i will puke again if i move", he decides with a sigh, leaning against his boyfriend that quick to accept the sudden add of weight.

"Do you want something?", Jimin closes his eyes as he feel Yoongi's chest rumbles, "Mhm ... can you be my witch boyfriend right now and musters up your tea? Anything that could make this sickness away in 5 minutes .. i feel like death hyung .."

Jimin didn't need to rolls his body to see that the older is rolling his eyes as the latter scoffs, then there's a pinch on his cheeks.

Jimin pouts.

"You're a brat, you know. You hate those tea"

Jimin peels himself away, squeezing his eyes when the bathroom tilts a little.

"Please hyung? I think it's better than anything now", he whines as he rubs his nose bridge, then grinning when Yoongi sighing and leans forward, "Okay .. i will try to make it", he mumbles, ruffling Jimin's hair as he stepped out toward the kitchen.

"Hyung! Can you make it sweeter? It was sooo bitter last time"

"Mhm, noted, Your Majesty"

It takes more than few minutes, as Jimin already successfully migrates towards the bed without hurling his inside and dozes off few times, when Yoongi shuffles into the room with warm cup on his hand. "Here ..", the latter helps him sits up and hands him the tea. "Don't force yourself to drink it .. i know it tastes awful", he mutters sheepishly, maybe borderline worried as his eyes never leave the younger—as if he wants to tackles the cups away.

"Thank you hyung", Jimin mumbles as he takes a breath from the steam. It smells normal, and he feels a bit of awe as he could feel his head getting clearer and not as fuzzy as before.

This gonna works.

He takes a small sips, an icky, syrupy flavour immediately glued itself to the inside of Jimin's mouth, enveloping his teeth and tongue in a syrupy goo. He bravely gulped down the dreadful concoction, doing his utmost to stifle a gag and not reveal just how horrendous the tea was. As he cautiously lifted his gaze back to Yoongi, that eyeing him worriedly, he offered a nervous smile and a single nod, "Thanks, love, it tastes...better"

"Really?", Yoongi lifts one of his eyebrows, doubting his kind by default boyfriend, but also there's a hint of hopeful tone in there.

Jimin hums, taking a deep breath and take another gulp.

But maybe a sick body really can't lie—the response was fast and immediate, barely giving both of them time to react, as Jimin suddenly lurch into a loud gag. Yoongi's eyes widen, quickly swiped trashcan from the corner of their room, and places it under the younger lips as Jimin looks like he's one second away from bursting.

"Hyung .. i'm sorry—", Jimin chokes out before all the concoction he just drank and whatever was left over from the earlier gushing out of him in a big wave. It doesn't take much energy to bring everything up as suddenly everything is nauseating for him. His mouth feels like it's coated thick with the taste of the tea and it's overwhelming. His stomach responding to it with eagerly twisting his guts out and about. For a solid minutes, it's only Jimin's loud belches and gags along with Yoongi's worried murmurs that could be heard in that room.

"Hyung ... fuck .. i'm so sorry", Jimin sniffles when he's out of the nausea spells. His eyes glassy as he watches the older quietly put away the soiled trashcan, and takes away the cup from his shaky hands.

Jimin is about to cry as his words meet with silence—he watches the older busying himself to clean everything up, and it's when Yoongi in the bathroom, cleaning the trashcan that the bubbles burst. He feels guilty ; knowing that it's literally ass cracked of time, Yoongi is definitely tired after long day of works just like him, he had taking care of him earlier and yet Jimin not only thrown up his food—but also the tea that he Asks for. He already promised to drink it and push the older to make it when Yoongi himself know how it will turn out—Gosh .. he's really an awful boyfriend. Yoongi has doing a lot for him and yet—

"Jimin-ah .. hey .. breathe baby", Jimin didn't even realized that his breathe has come in a short intervals until Yoongi caresses his tears-coated cheeks, "Breathe .. it's okay, why are you crying?"

Jimin sniffles, for some reason, the question only makes his guilt swells even more. He looks up, letting Yoongi get ahold of his eyes—hoping that the witch could read his mind even his sight is blurry with tears—before letting himself falls into his boyfriend shoulders as the latter pulls him in with a chuckles, "Baby .. it's okay .. like i tell you earlier, i know the tea is awful. It's fine", Yoongi tries to say gently but the words fall flat and Jimin whines again. "No ..."

"What no?", Yoongi giggles now, "You just have thrown up too, there's no way your body can handle a bitter liquid shoved up like that .. it's okay", he adds, "Now let's not get yourself worked up, and rest .. okay? I will make you chamomile tea later, a normal one, no witchcraft involved"

[btshurtcomfortprompts]

Category: Sickfic (Fever)

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretakers: OT7

Prompt: Jungkook is sick and he’s cold. His hyungs do everything they can to keep him warm and comfy, but every time they turn around for a second they find that he’s stripping off the blankets they wrapped him up in and tossing them dramatically to the floor. Or they leave the room for five minutes and come back and he has stripped down to his boxers, but he’s shivering again. Turns out Jungkook has a fever and he can’t find a comfortable temperature no matter what.