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soft-for-yoongi · 1 year

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More than a 'funny tummy' (Sick JK)

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretakers: BTS, mainly Seokjin

Tw: mentions of nausea, vom*****, stomach pain, emeto, antibiotics

Word count: 3716

(Basically, Jungkook pukes a lot and his band members soothe him)

(FYI, I imagine Jungkook being more around 19 years old in this, back when he was a little less bulky and without tattoos lmao)

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It's like Jungkook's body is purposely working against him. He'd just begun to feel better after getting proscribed some antibiotics for a stubborn case of strep throat. It was a pain to say the least. Especially when your job is to sing and perform, you kinda want your throat to not feel like it's being stabbed.

But that's not the worst part of course. Jungkook had been taking the medication for a couple days now, nothing concerning so far, in fact he'd been feeling brighter, finally. But now, Jungkook is tackling aggressive cramps and pains that will not leave his stomach alone. He knows antibiotics can make your tummy a little funny sometimes but 'funny' would be an understatement to what Jungkook's feeling right now.

I mean he's quite literally in the fetal position on his bed. "Kookie~ I made you some tea—" Seokjin walks into the younger's bedroom, a cup of honey lemon tea in his hands before he sees the alarming sight in front of him. "Jungkook? Oh my god—are you hurt?!" Seokjin abandons the cup and rushes over to his maknae. The whine that escapes his lips makes Seokjin's worry skyrocket. It was only a couple of hours ago Jungkook was playing games on his computer.

"What's wrong, baby?" Seokjin croons, brushing fingers through the latter's hair. "I'm so sleepy..." Jungkook moans, trying to further curl in on himself. "Sleep then, darling." Seokjin uses his large hands to try sooth the younger who seems very visibly uncomfortable. "I-I can't.. my stomach really hurts, hyungie.." Jungkook sucks in his bottom lip, a cramp wreathing it's way through his middle—ouch that hurt. Jungkook thought medicine was supposed to make you feel better, not feel like this.

Seokjin frowns, concerned creases lining his forehead. Jungkook was just starting to feel better, too. "Aw Kookie.. It's probably your antibiotics that are making you feel this way. Do you feel sick? Sometimes the medicine doesn't go well with your tummy and it makes you feel a little uneasy." Seokjin tuts in sympathy. He's definitely their golden maknae, who can never do things by halves.

"Mmh—hyung...." Poor baby, Jungkook can't even get a full sentence out so he opts to nod vigorously. He feels so sick. Jungkook does not want to move, if he moves, his stomach hurts, if he doesn't move, there's a 90% chance he'll vomit all over the bed. Jungkook doesn't like either of options. God, he wishes he could time travel and go back to when he didn't feel like this. "Does it feel like you're going to throw up?" Seokjin prays it's not the case, but the head-strong maknae showing his pain so openly makes it seem like the inevitable is going to happen.

Jungkook wants to cry at the thought, but again he nods and wraps his arms even tighter around his stomach. "Aish—can somebody come help!-" Seokjin calls out hoping to grab the attention of one of his dongsaengs. Luckily, an innocent Taehyung was in the kitchen and speed walks over at the alarming tone of Seokjin's voice. "Hyung?! Oh god–what's wrong with Jungkookie?" Taehyung's eyes are wide with worry as he observes the scene in front of him.

"Taehyung-ah, can you please get Jungkook a bowl or bucket or something? He's feeling sick." Seokjin pets Jungkook's hair, seeing the way his lip quivers and toes curl in pain. Taehyung's heart drops for his only dongsaeng but he quickly rushes to fetch a large bowl from the kitchen. His socks slip on the wood flooring and he enters the youngest' bedroom to see his hyung ushering Jungkook to sit up. "It h-hurts, hyung.." Jungkook cries, palming his middle as he tries to hold back his puke.

Taehyung holds the bowl under Jungkook's chin, keeping his brown bangs out the way. "I know baby, I know you feel bad. Let it out. We're right here." Seokjin says then peppers a kiss to Jungkook's temple, taking Jungkook's hand from his stomach to hold it instead. He hangs his head over the bowl, swallowing down the burn in his throat. Jungkook feels his stomach sloshing and churning, no doubt throwing a fit.

"I'm sorry you feel so bad, Kookie.." Taehyung murmurs, rubbing along Jungkook's spine as the boy jolts forward with a smothered gag. It's not long till puke sprays between Jungkook's lips, he heaves with a painful retch and coughs when vomit catches his throat. Mouthfuls of Jungkook's lunch is sent to its new home inside the bowl and the action brings out tears. "Ow—hyungies, I-I don't like this.." Jungkook whimpers, dipping his head back in the bowl as he throws up again. His stomach clenches hard, clearly still irritated. "It's okay Kook-ah, you're doing so so well, baby." Seokjin encourages.

Taehyung's brows pull together as he rubs Jungkook's hunched back and sees the boy's shaky hand pressed to his middle, gripping Seokjin's hand tightly with the other. "Aigoo, our Jungkookie is feeling poorly but is staying so strong." Taehyung comments. Jungkook's throat aches from the effort and more sick comes out of him. A string of saliva hangs from his lip and the older two can see tears falling into the almost-full bowl.

Jungkook's inhales are shaky and he moans between each one, he's still got more in him and he's worried that the temporary bowl won't be enough. Seokjin must be thinking the same thing because he eyes the receptacle nervously. Jungkook could barely sit up, let alone move to the bathroom. Jungkook swallows and swallows, trying to ease his burning throat and stop vomiting. "Ah, Kookie, don't do that, love." Seokjin squeezes Jungkook's hand and uses his thumb to rub along the back of it.

Jungkook's attempts to stop only result in hiccups that make him jolt and bring up a sour taste. They give him heartburn and make his nausea spike. Taehyung finds the chirpy hiccups kind of cute but he wishes his best friend would feel better. Jungkook looses his battle and his body forces up more puke that splashes into the other liquid in the bowl. Some specks of it fly out with the force and Seokjin realises the trouble they're in.

"Tae could you grab something else? This bowl isn't gonna cut it for long." Seokjin asks and Taehyung hands the bowl over to Seokjin before he leaves to grab anything else they could put under Jungkook's chin. Seokjin rests the bowl on the bed sheets when Jungkook seems to get a break, taking in breaths through his nose and out his mouth. "Ugh—hyung m'gonna be sick again—" Jungkook clamps a hand to his mouth, he doesn't want to make a mess, he'd rather suffer.

Seokjin looks to the bowl, then to Jungkook. Yeah there's no way the bowl can fit more without making a bigger mess. So with quick thinking, Seokjin cups his hands near Jungkook's mouth and the younger's eyes widen. He is not about to throw up in his hyungs bare hands. Welp, turns out he is because next thing he knows, Jungkook spews up a watery wave Into. His. Bare. Hands. Seokjin doesn't seem bothered, or if he is he doesn't show it. "It's okay, bun. Let it out." Seokjin keeps his hands cupped as Jungkook coughs harshly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Jungkook thanks the lord when Taehyung comes running back with a small bin, he hugs it and buries his face into it. God he's humiliated. Taehyung is very surprised himself when he sees that Seokjin literally caught Jungkook's puke. "Go wash your hands, hyung. I got him, don't worry." Taehyung takes Seokjin's spot, rubbing and patting Jungkook's back. Jungkook's breaths are shallow in the bin and Taehyung partly thinks that he's just trying to hide from them out of embarrassment. Poor baby.

True to the matter, the boy immerses from the bin and sniffles, using his sleeve in attempt to wipe the tears away. "I'm sorry, hyung—I'm such a-a mess.." Jungkook sobs, looking down shamefully. "Ay, Kookie. Don't be sorry, it's not your fault you're sick." Taehyung sweeps back Jungkook's hair and tilts his chin up with his finger. Looking into his big doe eyes, Taehyung presses a kiss to his forehead.

Seokjin's eyes get a little misty at the scene in front of him, neither boys have realised his presence but he walks over to them and doesn't miss Jungkook's fearful eyes as he looks at him. "H-hyung—I tried to h-hold it in. I'm really s-sorry—" Jungkook bursts into tears again and Seokjin almost does the same. The maknae was worried that Seokjin would be mad at him. "Nono, baby. I'm not mad, I promise. You don't need to apologise. Come here, love." Seokjin takes the boy into his arms after Taehyung moved the bin and bowl out the way.

"Are you still feeling sick, Jungkookie?" Seokjin asks as the younger buries himself further into the crook of his neck. Jungkook doesn't want to talk about his tummy right now, but replies nonetheless. "I think m'done but my belly still hurts, hyung." Jungkook says, hand to his stomach as if proving his point. "Okay, how about we move to the couch and watch a movie or something, hm? It might take your mind off it. I'm sure Taehyungie is up for some cuddles too." Seokjin smiles, eyeing the second youngest.

"Piggy back me there?" Jungkook looks up at Seokjin who purses his lips. "I'll get Namjoon-ah to do that, he's stronger than me." Seokjin grins, "let me take this and clean it out, then I'll send Namjoon over here." Seokjin adds, taking the puke bowl and leaving the bin, seeming Jungkook hasn't thrown up in it. Seokjin takes it to their laundry room and empties and washes it out in the big sink before washing his hands once more.

"Joon-ah?" Seokjin stands in the door frame of the leader's bedroom. The younger turns around in his swivel chair, taking his headphones off. "Yeah, hyung? Do you need help with something?" Namjoon asks, noticing the stressed crease between the oldest' eyebrows. "Yeah.. it's Jungkookie, I'm fairly sure it's to do with his antibiotics but his stomach flared up and— he was vomiting. Alot." The leader frowned worriedly, "Taehyungie and I were comforting him and whatnot, he's better now but he wants a piggy back to the couch, I thought you'd be up for the job if you don't mind." Seokjin continues.

"Oh—yeah of course, hyung. Are you sure he's alright?" Namjoon is already blaming himself for not being there, typical Namjoon. "Mhm, poor thing was apologising because he had to throw up in my hands. This kid will be the death of me, but God, he's adorable." Seokjin tuts and Namjoon's brows raise at the earlier statement but doesn't hesitate to agree, their youngest is so cute.

The two walked into Jungkook's room, the youngest huddled in Taehyung's lap. "Hey Kook, I was told somebody needed a lift to the couch." Namjoon grins down at the youngest, taking in his pale features and shaky hand cradling his middle. "Good thing I've been working out at the gym, huh Jungkook?" Namjoon shows dimples, trying not to quell on how bad Jungkook might be feeling.

The youngest is manoeuvred onto Namjoon's back and he imidiantly feels better in the leader's presence. Jungkook still feels his stomach cramping and the ride to the couch does make it worse and he can't bite back the groan that leaves his mouth. "You okay, bunny?" Namjoon says, trying to walk as steadily as possible. "Mhm.." Jungkook mumbles and not long after he is placed on the couch, blanket being handed to him and Taehyung already beside him.

Seokjin places the small bin within arms reach and leaves to fetch some water. Taehyung gathers the maknae into his arms and Namjoon turns on the tv to start playing iron man. "Joonie-hyung? Can you come here too?" Jungkook requests, and who is Namjoon to ignore that. "Of course, Kookie." Namjoon smiles fondly and joins in on the cuddles, pulling one of their throw blankets over them.

Seokjin comes back with a bottle of water, sitting down beside Taehyung. "Jungkookie, try drink this throughout the movie, I don't want you to get dehydrated." Seokjin offers the bottle and Namjoon helps Jungkook take a few small sips.

They put their focus on the movie, despite having already seen it at least 10 times. Taehyung is giving Jungkook some light tummy rubs and Namjoon plays with the youngest hair, Seokjin's peering over at them all evey now and then. It's around halfway through the movie, Jungkook drank 3/4 of the water and Jimin, Yoongi and Hoseok walk through the door.

The rap duo was at the recording studio and wanted Jimin's vocals for the song. "Iron Man again?! Agiooooo~ how's my Jungkookie doing? Throat feeling better?" Hoseok sing songs his way to the couch, unaware of Jungkook's newfound pains. Jimin is toeing his shoes off before joining the lead dancer in the living room. Yoongi is putting his bags away somewhere else.

Seokjin clicks his tongue, already knowing how sad they're gonna be when they find out about their maknae's tummy issues. Jungkook smiles slightly at Jimin and Hoseok, curling into Taehyung and hiding some of his face in the blanket. "Awe, bunny, you've gone all shy, huh? Want me to tell them or do you want to explain?" Taehyung asks, speaking in a quiet tone for the boy.

With the tv paused, the two dancers notice somethings a little off. Jimin spots the bin beside the couch and hopes it's not for the worst. Jungkook can only shake his head, gripping Namjoon's hand for comfort. Gosh this is so embarrassing.

"Kook-ah hasn't been feeling too hot the past couple hours... he's had a slight reaction to the antibiotics he was taking for his strep throat." Taehyung explains and now Yoongi's made his way over, confused about the commotion. "Jungkook's tummy is acting up and causing him to throw up and feel sick. His stomach cramps are also pretty bad too.." Taehyung continues.

The three of them all have mirrored looks of worry and their eyes a little wide. Their maknae had been so sick and they weren't there to care for him? Jimin's heart is crushed, he's always been a very empathetic person and can't help but walk over to cup Jungkook's cheeks. Jimin pressed a kiss into his hair and Yoongi eyed Seokjin who returned a sad look.

Hoseok gets chills at the thought of Jungkook being that sick, he was just recovering from a virus for fricks sake!! "Kookie..... I'm so sorry baby, it's not fair you feel like this." Hoseok coos as he makes grabby hands to the maknae. Hoseok happily holds Jungkook in a gentle hug, it's true he can smell the faintest traces of puke but that doesn't bother him.

"Have you drank some water, Kook?" Yoongi asks, ready to go raid his medicine stash for something to help their poor Jungkook. "Mhm, but I'm starting to feel sick again, so I can't drink anymore.." Jungkook replies, worried they'll be disappointed. Namjoon still has hold of Jungkook's hand and he cards fingers through Jungkook's hair with the other.

"That's okay Kook, do you still want to watch the movie?" Namjoon offers a small smile to the younger who peers up at all his hyungs. Jungkook nods his head and Seokjin unpauses the tv and the other members gather to watch the movie, Jimin sitting on the floor in front of Jungkook.

They resume the movie and Taehyung places a hand on Jungkook's middle, looking at him for permission. Jungkook nods multiple times—god he'd kill for someone to rub his tummy, with the way it's contracting and sending him flashes of pain. It's just not the same doing it himself.

Taehyung traces soothing circles with his long fingers and uses his palm to create warmth. Jungkook is distracted for a good amount of time, struggling to keep up with the movie even if it is his favourite. Seokjin can't help but worry more when he sees that Jungkook's face is still pale and tired looking.

"I'm worried, Yoongi-ah. He was throwing up so much and couldn't even move to the bathroom." Seokjin whispers to Yoongi sitting next to him. The rapper places a comforting hand on the eldest back. "Don't worry too much, it's probably just the antibiotics messing with him. They take a while to go through your system but he should be okay in a couple days." Yoongi whispers back, also glancing at the youngest.

Speaking of whom, Jungkook is fairly sure the action movie is adding to his nausea. All the chaotic scenes and flashing colours is prompting the sick feeling in his gut. Taehyung's hand seems to be stirring up the water he choked down and the cramps are back with vengeance. Namjoon notices the younger seems uncomfortable and his palm is sweating.

"..Hyung, stop please.." Jungkook places a hand on Taehyung's and he pauses his gentle ministrations. "What's wrong, Kookie?" Taehyung tilts his head to look the younger in the eyes. Seokjin and everyone else has caught onto the youngest' distress and paused the movie.

Jimin turns around to see a pale Jungkook with a hand to his stomach. Seokjin leaps off the couch towards the maknae. Jungkook's got his eyes screwed shut but opens them when he hears his eldest hyung. "Jungkook, baby, are you feeling sick again?" Seokjin cups his cheek. Jungkook nods sadly and points to the bin on the floor. Jimin passes it hastily, Namjoon helping hold it for Jungkook.

Jungkook feels all 6 pairs of eyes on him and it makes him tear up a little. He's worrying them. Jungkook has his chin over the bin and looks up at Seokjin. "I want to be with y-you, Jin-hyung.." Jungkook stammers, breathing through his nose as his stomach doesn't leave him alone.

Seokjin's eyes soften, Namjoon is already standing up, gathering the other members. "That's okay Kookie, feel better." Hoseok pets Jungkook's hair, "I'll call you guys if I need help, I promise." Seokjin imidiantly takes up a spot next to Jungkook, rubbing his back as Jungkook stares into the bin. Goosebumps prickle the younger's skin as a twist in his stomach leaves him moaning out in pain.

It makes Seokjin's heart break and he's sure the others would've heard. "How can I help, baby? Tell me." Seokjin holds Jungkook's hair back and gently rubs his back. "J-just stay, p-please." Jungkook gulps down a thick layer of saliva in his mouth. He feels so sick yet his body won't throw up. Seokjin uses an elastic band on his wrist to tie back Jungkook's hair that falls just above his eyes.

Seokjin can see Jungkook jolting forward only for nothing to happen and can hear the pained noises that follow. "P-pat my back?—I can't th-throw up.." Jungkook can feel the warmth in his upper stomach but it just doesn't want to let up. "Of course, just relax. I know how bad you must feel." Seokjin tuts, lightly patting Jungkook's back as requested.

Jungkook cups his middle and a cough turns into a wet gag and Jungkook spits out some saliva. One more gag after that and a horrible cramp, Jungkook pukes up some water. It's acidic tasting and burns, it goes on for 5 or 6 productive retches. Seokjin massages the nape of Jungkook's neck and continues caressing his spine.

The sounds of the youngest being sick is enough for Seokjin to get worried, Jungkook's knuckles are white against the bin as he grips onto it. Jungkook doesn't know if the nausea or stomach pain is worse, all he knows is that he wants to get swallowed up by the floor. He tries to focus on Seokjin's hand, now rubbing circles on his back, but his stomach gurgles angrily.

Jungkook sucks in a breath, waiting for the retch but then nothing happens and he deflates like a balloon. "Hyung...." Jungkook moans, body leaning into the eldest. "It's okay, it's okay. Rest now, Kookie." Seokjin strokes Jungkook's hair, moving the bin onto the floor and then taking Jungkook's hands into his. They're shaky and clammy, Seokjin hopes he's going to start feeling better.

"I'm sorry you're so sick, sweetheart. It's no fair." Seokjin coos, even Jungkook feels sorry for himself. Seokjin coddles the maknae until the slow tears eventually stop falling. "How about we go to bed and check on the others?" Seokjin suggests, looking down at the youngest who seems to have gained some colour in his cheeks.

Jungkook nods, still holding one of Seokjin's hands and grabbing a fistful of his shirt with the other. "Come on then, I'll help you." Seokjin stands up, taking Jungkook with him. Jungkook cries a little, stomach still sensitive about movement. "You okay?" Seokjin worries that Jungkook is going to throw up again but he reassures with a nod.

"Mm, just hurts a lil.." The two walk down the hall into Jungkook's room, to find all the members inside, either sitting on the floor or the bed, chatting quietly amongst themselves. Their eyes brighten upon seeing the youngest and hyung, "Kookiee~ are you feeling better, bunny?" Taehyung practically bounces over to him, already petting his hair.

"Yeah, I feel okay, V-hyung..." Jungkook puts on his best smile, given his condition and then Seokjin helps him into bed. Hoseok adjusts the pillows and Yoongi makes sure to tuck the boy in. Jimin and Namjoon have similar looks of concern but Jungkook sends them small smiles to ease them. "Thank you hyungs for taking care of me.." Jungkook mumbles, peering up at the 6 of them.

"Always, Kook-ah. Your hyungs are always here to help." Namjoon grins, and just like that the rest of the maknae line crawl into bed and sandwich Jungkook. He seems content about it so Yoongi lays off on a lecture. "We love you, bunny. Now get better, please. You're giving me wrinkles." Seokjin smiles, tapping the tip of Jungkook's nose.

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bts-trans · 1 month

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[FR/KOR/ENG LYRICS] i don’t know by j-hope (with HUH YUNJIN of LE SSERAFIM)

Avoir un coup de foudre Falling in love at first sight

Tout est incertain Everything is uncertain

Mais vouloir, c’est pouvoir But when there’s a will, there’s a way

Après la pluie le beau temps After rain comes fair weather

Il ne faut rien laisser au hasard Nothing should be left to chance

Guess we're on the edge

Tryna figure out

What’s really on your mind

Don't take it for granted

You believed that I would

Never leave your side

Oh 전부 믿을 수 없어 Oh, I can’t believe it all

네 마음 모두 다 가져갔던 날 The day I took all of your heart

Oh 영원한 건 없단 말 Oh, they say nothing is forever

이제야 난 깨닫게 된 걸까 Have I finally realized it now?

Up all night

밤새 뜬 눈으로 지새 난 I stay up all night with my eyes open

You and me

Where we're gonna be at

I don’t know

내가 왜 이러는지 I don’t know why I’m like this

I don’t care

상관없어 이제 와 It doesn’t matter, just come now

I don’t know

내가 왜 이러는지 I don’t know why I’m like this

I don’t know

I don’t care

Yes, we're on the edge

It's true that I've been caught up in my mind

Okay, I took it for granted

But I can't lose you this time

I’ve changed me now

If I have fear

서로의 이념이 서로의 비열 Our beliefs about each other make us cruel to each other

이젠 상처를 지혈 Stop the bleeding now

우리에겐 이건 가벼운 미열 This is a mild fever for us

I don't know, I don't know

I don't know how

몰라, 우리 다 I don’t know, all of us

I don't care, I don't care

I don't care, 다 I don't care, about it all

Just think about 우리만 Just think about you and I

Up all night

밤새 뜬 눈으로 지새 난 I stay up all night with my eyes open

You and me

Where we're gonna be at

I don’t know

내가 왜 이러는지 I don’t know why I’m like this

I don’t care

상관없어 이제 와 It doesn’t matter, just come now

I don’t know

내가 왜 이러는지 I don’t know why I’m like this

I don’t know

I don’t care

Trans cr; Annie & Elfe | Spot Check cr; Aditi & Faith @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

Last updated on: 2024-04-01

#240329 #bts #bangtan #lyrics #j-hope #hoseok #j hope #jung hoseok #huh yunjin #yunjin #le sserafim #i dont care #hope on the street #hope on the street vol.1 #hots

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raplinenthusiasts · 2 years

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HOPE on the streets

#it's officially my birth month so i need all the hope to get thru it #jung hoseok #jhope #bts #btsgif #dailybts #cyphernet #*mine #jhs #yes i do know the quality is atracious BUT #i don't really care anymore #I just LOVE HIM #look at his smile in the third one!#who cares about quality when he look LIKE THAT?!#also VERY IMPORTANT!#GO LISTEN TO FEATHR BY NUJABES

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taechest · 10 months

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dreams 🐨🐿️🐨

#bts fanart #taechest #fanart #namseok #hopenam #hopenam fanart #namseok fanart #hoseok #hobi #namjoon #btd fanart #hobi said mental care is important

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sickybubbies · 1 year

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A/n: lil drabble since i’m a sucker for mpreg and sope ahahaha

I think my writing has improved? Please let me know if it has/hasn’t!

Tw: slightly graphic depiction of vomit, male pregnancy

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Yoongi hums to himself, absentmindedly as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. His fingers wring around Hoseok’s, giving them a generous squeeze while he’s at it and bringing it up to his pouty, pink lips. He purses them, a bit retaliated as it colides with the medicinal tape wrapped over the top of his hand. “My poor baby..” He coos and yawns again.

It isn’t his fault that they’re camped out in the dim, plain and bleak hospital room and Yoongi had no right to complain. In fact, they were there for good reasons. Hoseok was finally in labor, the two just hours away from greeting their miracle baby that the two desperately hoped and prayed for. The man shook off the slumber that’s threatening to overtake him, replacing it with some comforting and doting actions instead. Yoongi leans down, his lips pressing into the baby bump whilst his hand cups under it. “So proud of you.” He whispers, feeling it tense and contract from under the hospital gown.

It makes Hoseok stir, a small groan escaping from his lips as his eyes begin to flicker open. His head is fogged, he can’t register anything but a familiar pain that gradually intensifies. Instantly, his eyes dart for Yoongi and squint in a helpless, sad manner. Yoongi is quick to console. “Hey, hey bug, it’s okay” His voice is calm, smooth and velvety while Hoseok reaches for him. Arms are strung around shoulders, Hoseok pressing his cheek firmly into Yoongi’s bicep as he squeezes him with a whimper. “I-It’s happening again..” Yoongi lifts his head, whilst propping his chin against the younger’s matted hair his eyes steer over to the machine a couple inches away from the hospital bed. Gridded paper is scratching out in steady beats, stiff peaks forming along the chart and measuring the contraction from the belt strapped to Hoseok’s engorged belly. “I know, I see it” He assures his boyfriend, pulling him closer and rubbing gently along his spine. “You’re okay, deep breaths, Count to 10 with me”

“1..owww!” Hoseok cries, his stomach seizing more. He pants, heavy and laboured against Yoongi’s support. “Agh fuck, fuck!” He hides his face into his boyfriend’s chest, muffling the pained profanities as the fiery sensation soars across his stomach and makes it spasm. His belly grumbles lowly, breaking into a thin layer of sweat as he feels nausea coil around his insides because of all the discomfort. “I’ve got you, jeez Hobi, I thought it couldn’t get any worse than the last one you had.” Yoongi spurts aimlessly, holding his lover in his arms and cringing at the sounds his laboring boyfriend was projecting. He cares less about dignity, pulling apart the curtains of behind his gown and begins to rub circles into Hoseok’s bare back going as low as where his rear begins. “There’s still ice, do you want any ice, love?” He offers.

Ice does seem like it would sooth Hoseok’s stomach, if he wasn’t met with a splurge of acid when he burps silently. The nausea hits him like a thunderclap, drool threatening to spill out of his mouth. He shakes his head. “I’m gonna vomit.” He responds thickly. Yoongi frowns, pulling away from Hoseok as he stays upright and stiff. He reaches for the bowl on the nightstand next to his stool, tucking it under his chin. “Here, get it all in this Hobi.” His fingers splay around the side and bend under the bowl, holding it close for him and sweeping any hair back.

Hoseok’s face contorts, saliva layering his tongue. “H’Argh!-” He belches, vomit spilling into the tub with his head ducking inwards, Yoongi remains rigid, on the inside his heart is clenching. Hoseok looks like he’s had an out-of-body experience in the brief moment, his eyes wide and dazed as it trickles out of his ajar mouth. “Let it all out, nice and easy” Yoongi interjects, even though it isn’t looking that easy at all. He pats between Hoseok’s shoulder blades, which are riling up for another round. Yoongi watches as his tounge juts past his bottom lip, curling inwards like a shovel and vomit begins to pour out of it alongside a deep gurgle from his throat. “That’s it bug, good job. You’re doing okay” He stretches for a wad of napkins, they rest against Hoseok’s shoulder as he gets steadied and doesn’t dive into the vomit with how harshly he’s lurching forward. Yoongi was now desensitized because of Hoseok’s morning sickness throughout the pregnancy, he could stand and watch the gore unphased. “Hrrph!-” Hoseok retches again, more stomach liquid spraying out of him, he’s convinced the contraction is pushing up more than needs to come out towards his esophageous and hopes it stops soon. The vomit tapers into small streams, resorting in his stomach twisting as he dry heaves over the bowl. “Are you done?” Yoongi asks beside him. “I-I think so..” Hoseok coughs and splutters, choking on a dry heave. He draws in a breath, lungs no longer feeling robbed of it’s function like it was with the vomiting. He feels Yoongi press napkins against his wet, sticky lips, wiping away any residue and starts to lean back into the pillows again. Yoongi stares at the stomach contents, it’s mostly water and stomach bile that’s been brought up. He can’t wait to give him real food soon, which hopefully wouldn’t make an appearance hereafter. “I’ll go tip this out, how’s the contraction?” The reciepient nods, leaning into Yoongi as he places a gentle kiss to the crown of his head and twindles some of his hair. “Better,” He hums, arms caving around his baby bump as he watches the older leave to the adjacent bathroom and Hoseok sighs. He anticipated a baby in his arms and no more vomit spells in just a while.

#bts sickfic #tw: vomit #tw mpreg #sick!hoseok #caring!yoongi #bts emeto

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Hi I don't know if you are comfortable writing this, and it is completely understandable if you don't. I had a request and was wondering if u could write a story about RM and that he is feeling insecure about his looks and weight so he starts dieting and its starts getting bad to the point he ends up passing out but the members help him get better.

Thanks for the request anon! I am totally comfortable writing this! I hope you like it:

Tw// disordered eating, body shaming

DISCLAIMER:: In this story I talk from Namjoon’s perspective. I do not believe the things I wrote, I’m writing what he is thinking. The things he think in the story, I don’t believe and neither does he. Just putting that out there. Anyways..

Namjoon blinks his eyes and squints back at the comments. It’s 2am and his vision is getting blurry. But he needs to keep reading, he can’t stop.

Army_jhope188: Yeah, RM on the left. He’s definitely fat these days.

Bts_fan_1219: He totally has a double chin. No one in the fandom really likes him even before he was fat.

Rmcity: Don’t say it, the fandom loves him and he’s not fat, he just gained muscle.

Suga_fan_bt21: He’s not muscular. He’s a fatass.

Jungkookswife321: I heard he had anorexia a while back, maybe you shouldn’t say stuff like that.

Bts_fan_1219: It’s not working, I think everyone hopes he gets it again so he can stop messing up the visuals of the whole group with his weight.

Namjoon put his head in his hands and closed the laptop. It was true. He knew it was true. He’d gained weight. But he had never thought of himself as fat until he saw the comments. And they were right, he could feel it. Guilt washed him hard as he realized that he was throwing off the group with his weight. They had a dance practice soon. Cameras were going to be on them. He had two weeks, and he couldn’t let the fans down.

Namjoon decided to start tomorrow. Quickly, quietly, he went to the kitchen to grab a bowl of rice – his last meal for the next two weeks. He sat on the dining chair and ate it, but he felt so guilty that he couldn’t get past three bites. He was literally weighing the group down. He needed to stop eating, completely.

He went to bed and rested fitfully, plagued by memories of the comments he’d seen. When he woke up, he was already hungry. It was 10am, and dance practice started in 30 minutes. He heard the bustling of the other members in the kitchen, and he pulled on his clothes and went to the kitchen.

“Good morning, Namjoonie-hyung,” Jimin said, smiling, and Namjoon smiled back. He felt his stomach growl uncomfortably. He always ate before 10am. It felt weird.

“Good morning, Jimin,” Namjoon said.

“Joonie, sit down. You need to eat before practice today,” Jin said, pointing to a chair.

“I’m not really hungry, hyung. I just woke up,” Namjoon shrugged.

“Just promise me you’ll eat after practice, right?” Jin asked, and Namjoon smiled and nodded.

—--

When practice was over, Namjoon was still hungry. He resolved to chugging water, which made him feel full, but he was still shaking. He sat for the rest of the day in his room, scrolling through comments. He needed the motivation.

Btsarmy_jimin: I guarantee you he’ll come for the next comeback looking like a total pig.

Taehyungsluv: He already does, we know.

Alicia_robinson: Lol, I know right? If he doesn’t come back skinnier I’m unstanning.

Jin_forever: Seriously? You guys are so gross.

Namjoon sighed and rubbed his eyes. He needed sleep. If he didn’t have food, he definitely needed sleep.

—--

The next day went the same. He felt hungry, but he went to dance practice anyways. He felt weak and shaky, but he could push through. When he woke up the third day, he was shaking. His body ached. But he still went to dance practice. He could already see that he was starting to lose weight. Every night, he looked at the comments. It was different than before. It didn’t make him feel sad and overwhelmed with guilt. It made him excited – this was his motivation. He was going to be skinny again. He was going to make ARMY happy again.

—--

The sixth day, Namjoon was barely functioning. He was shaking so badly that he could barely walk, and between every break in choreography, he was gasping so hard for air that the staff brought in an oxygen mask for him. He insisted he was just out of shape and had a cold, and it seemed that everyone believed him.

He woke up in a cold sweat. He felt nauseous, and instead of the ache he’d gotten used to over the past days, a sharp, striking pain hit his stomach. He knew it was hunger pangs, he just had no idea why it took so long to start. But it was so painful that when he tried to move he cried out in pain and Hoseok came rushing into his room.

“Joonie, what’s wrong?” Hoseok asked, kneeling beside Namjoon’s bed.

“I don’t feel good, hyung…” Namjoon moaned.

“Have you eaten since yesterday’s lunch?”

“Yes,” Namjoon lied.

“You look really bad, Joonah. I think you should stay home today. I’ll stay with you, ok?”

“No, it’s fine, y-you should go,” Namjoon said softly. Hoseok pressed his lips together.

“Call me if you need anything, ok?” Hoseok said, and Namjoon nodded. He was too exhausted to say anything else.

Namjoon heard Hoseok and the others leave. He tried to sleep, but the pain was too intense for it. He wasn’t sure how long it was before the nausea made him feel like he was about to vomit. He knew he wasn’t going to – there was nothing – but he felt so sick. He needed water. He was dizzy and disoriented as he reached for his phone and whispered “call Jung Hoseok” into the search bar.

The phone rang for a full minute, then stopped. Hoseok didn’t answer. Namjoon nearly cried. He needed his hyung. He called again, and this time Hoseok answered.

“Namjoonie?”

“Hobi-hyung.” Namjoon’s voice was weak and raspy.

“What’s wrong Joonie?”

“...I’m so thirsty.”

Hoseok paused. “Do you need me to get water for you?”

“Yes,” Namjoon whispered.

“I’ll be right there, Joon. Ten minutes, ok?”

Namjoon hung up the phone. He wasn’t sure if he could wait ten minutes. He hadn’t drank water in a full day, and he hadn’t eaten in six. He closed his eyes again.

When he opened his eyes, Hoseok was there with a glass of water. He blinked. No, everyone was there.

“You really look awful, Namjoonie,” Hoseok whispered. “Why don’t you sit up so you can drink?”

Namjoon weakly pulled himself up. Hoseok tilted the water to his lips, and Namjoon tried to drink, but he was shaking so hard and was so dizzy. Suddenly, he felt his body go limp and the next thing he knew he had passed out.

Jungkook barely caught Namjoon before his head hit the floor. Everyone gasped as they saw Namjoon unconscious. His body was completely slumped into Jungkook’s arms. All they could do was wait for him to wake up.

Namjoon jolted in Jungkook’s arms and the younger helped lift his head up.

“It’s ok, Namjoonie. What happened?” Yoongi asked.

“We should take him to a hospital,” Jimin said, but Yoongi shook his head.

“Are you sick?”

Namjoon suddenly broke down crying. “What’s wrong, honey?” Seokjin asked, petting Namjoon’s hair as his dongsaeng put his head in his hands.

“I h-haven’t eaten,” Namjoon sobbed. “In six d-days, I just wanted t-to be sk–inny again.”

Seokjin’s heart broke. “What do you mean, Joonie?”

“E-everyone thinks I’m fat. All of th-the fans think I’m fat…I just w-wanted to be handsome for them,” Namjoon cried, shaking so hard that Jungkook had to hold him steady.

“No, Namjoonie-hyung, you’re beautiful,” Taehyung said. Namjoon shook his head and sobbed. “Yes, you are. You’re the most handsome man in the world. It doesn’t matter what people say.”

“B-but I am fat,” Namjoon sniffed, and Yoongi wiped his tears.

“You’re not fat at all. You’ve just gained muscle. And that’s a good thing, Joonie, you love working out. You should do things that make you happy.”

“I’m making all y-you guys look bad…”

“You make us look better, Joonie,” Hoseok said. “You’re not fat at all. You’re perfect. Come here.” Hoseok brought Namjoon’s head to his chest, feeling the younger’s tears land on his shirt. “You’re perfect. You’re perfect,” He said again.

Yoongi reached over to rub Namjoon’s back. “You should eat, Joonie. You’re so pale. How about some rice?”

Namjoon shook his head furiously. “N-no, I need–”

“You need to let us take care of you. You need to eat, Joonie,” Yoongi said gently. “OK?”

There was a pause before Namjoon answered.

“O-OK…”

Yoongi smiled. “I’ll go make some rice for you. You’ll feel better in no time.”

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