#kpop sickfic

[feverishly-kpop]

Feverish Ateez Headcanons

Hongjoong

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

Seonghwa

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

Yunho

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

Yeosang

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

San

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

Mingi

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

Wooyoung

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

Jongho

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

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This fic is based on a TikTok I saw!

THE ONLY HYUNG

Idols tend to receive tons of gifts from fans to the point where the companies issue a statement that they won't be accepting any more. But that also has to do with their safety, you never know what a sasaeng can do.

One day, Chan and Lee Know decided to go live to open some of the gifts they had recently received.

They had managed to get the staff away so they could be a little more carefree during the live, but still paying attention to what they said.

They enjoyed opening up all the presents and fan letters, some even made them tear up.

It was all going well until things unexpectedly took a turn for the worse. Before going live they had lunch and since eating Lee Know was feeling bloated, as if he ate a serving for three people.

As they went on he kept on taking his hand to his stomach and rubbing it in useless attempts to calm it down. But he kept his composure, as much as he could, the last thing he wanted was to get sick live.

Chan had picked up on Lee Know's obvious discomfort and placed a hand on his thighs, trying to comfort him without saying anything.

Lee Know tried his best to focus on his hyung's touch and the presents, but eventually, it got too much. His stomach was churning and his head started to hurt as well.

Before he even noticed he had lowered his head so it was now resting on his hand and Chan immediately stopped everything he was doing and turned his attention to Lee Know.

- hyung...I feel sick...

Chan got closer to him and started massaging his nape. He knew that if Lee Know admitted to feeling unwell, it meant it was really bad.

The staff that was monitoring the live from another room, had gone to the room where they were but before they could get in, Chan glared at them, and a single nod made them leave. He knew Lee Know wouldn't want attention right now.

- Do you want some water?

- No...I feel nauseous...

He said, bringing his hand to his stomach one more time and letting out a sigh. Chan grabbed Lee Know's hand and started rubbing it with his thumb.

- Do you wanna go to the bathroom?

- hm...I want to throw up...

- Let's go. Hyung will help you.

Chan placed his arms under Lee Know's and helped him up, being in a standing position was not something his stomach had agreed to so he lurched forward suppressing a gag with his hand.

- Hang on just a little more, okay?

He embraced his dongsaeng and guided him to the bathroom and into one of the stalls, locking the door behind them.

Usually, Lee Know would rather deal with this on his own but he acted like a dongsaeng when he was with Chan. The difference in how he acts is huge.

Lee Know bent over, hands on the edges for support, and started gagging unproductively.

He kept on rocking back and forth, spitting out saliva and retching, but whatever it was that made him feel like that was not coming up.

Chan was rubbing his back up and down, with the softest expression on his face.

- hyung...

Lee Know whined.

- I know it hurts... it'll be over soon.

Lee Know squeezed his eyes when his stomach cramped badly making him gag unproductively again.

Chan took his chance to help his dongsaeng by gently rubbing his abdomen in a circular motion.

Lee Know retched a few times before a wet burp triggered his sensitive stomach, bringing up partially digested food. Chan could swear he saw chunks of what was Lee Know's lunch from earlier and grimaced at the gross sight.

His stomach did not give him a break and before he could even breathe, it sent up a thicker stream of putrid vomit immediately followed by another making the poor boy go red from the effort and sway forward.

Chan tightened his hold on Lee Know so that the boy wouldn't fall and used his other hand to rub Lee Know's chest, trying to comfort the sick boy.

- Agh...

Lee Know groaned at the discomfort he was feeling before another bout of vomit gushed out with a wet burp, arching his back.

- You're doing good. Get everything out. It must have been the lunch. You'll feel better when it's all out of your system.

Lee Know spat out thick saliva and then his stomach gave him a break. But now his head was throbbing from the ordeal and he felt a little dizzy, like someone was squeezing his head.

- Minho-ah? Do you think you're done?

- Hyung...I need to sit down...

- Are you feeling dizzy?

- hm...

Lee Know just nodded swallowing hard. Chan carefully guided him so he was now sitting down on the floor. Thank God for the ridiculously clean bathrooms of the company.

The younger boy was kind of in a daze with how things went south in a matter of minutes, so Chan stepped up to keep on helping him, getting some toilet paper to wipe Lee Know's mouth.

- Thanks hyung...

- How are you feeling?

Chan asked sitting beside Lee Know who was resting his head on his hand again and kept on rubbing his back reassuringly.

- Sick...my stomach is churning and now my head hurts...

- Do you want to move to the studio?

- No... I feel like I'll throw up again...

- Okay. We'll stay here then. I'll be right here with you.

Chan reassured, grabbing Lee Know's hand and squeezing it.

- Agh..

Lee Know winced again...

- What is it?

- My head is throbbing....Hyung...can I rest my head on your hand?

- Of course.

Chan couldn't deny that he was taken aback by the sudden request, Lee Know being this vulnerable was a rare sight, one that was mostly only shown to Chan.

Lee Know rested his head on his hyung's hand, allowing the whole weight to be held by Chan. The pressure against his forehead miraculously helped with the throbbing pain.

Even so, Chan kept rubbing Lee Know's back, and for a while, the young boy seemed to have calmed down.

- Minho-ah, were you feeling like this before?

- Only after lunch...my stomach felt too full...

- I think it might've been the lunch.

The young boy was still resting his head on his hyung's hand when he started shivering a bit. Chan could feel Lee Know's forehead was starting to feel hot and that was an indicator that this wasn't a case of food not sitting well, it was most likely food poisoning.

- It's cold in here...

- I think you're starting to run a fever, Minho-ah. I'm pretty sure this is food poisoning.

- Great.

Lee Know said, clearly getting mad at the situation. He hated feeling sick, weak, and vulnerable but he felt safe to feel like this when he was with Chan.

The chills just wouldn't stop and his stomach was determined to get everything out.

It cramped badly again making him gag, startling Chan a bit, who was still holding the boy's head.

- Hyung...I'm gonna be sick...

He said weakly gagging again on his hand and failing to contain a bit of liquid that escaped his mouth but thankfully hit the floor and didn't get on his clothes. He already felt too weak so Chan had to help him to the toilet, holding his forehead and keeping the boy's hair away from his eyes.

Lee Know didn't even have time to think before his stomach contracted making more vomit rush up his throat. The thick wave that came out still had chunks of food, given that he had just eaten, and it triggered another wave that was followed by another one leaving him breathless.

- You're really not okay.

Chan said, somewhat impressed by how quickly his symptoms worsened, which meant that Lee Know's immune system was not in good condition.

The older boy kept on rubbing Lee Know's back and then moved to his chest when he choked, the bout that followed made food come out of his nose as well.

Fuck. He cursed inside, today just wasn't his day, and if it was really food poisoning, then this suffering would last a few days.

He straightened his back and took a deep breath in, trying to control his body, but gagged a few times before he was over the toilet one more time retching up what felt like it was yesterday's dinner.

After this bout he was dry heaving, just barely bringing up thick saliva and bile. Chan decided to flush the toilet before the stench and sight triggered Lee Know's stomach again.

- Grab my hand.

Chan offered but he didn't even need to, as Lee Know did that immediately, trying to take deep breaths to control the nausea that persisted.

- Come on, breathe with me, just like what we did that day.

Lee Know was still squeezing Chan's hand as he was guided through the breathing exercise. A few minutes after, he was more calm.

- Better?

- Yeah...

- Do you feel like you're gonna puke again?

- No...not now at least.

- Do you wanna move to the studio?

- Yeah...hyung, can you help me up? I feel dizzy...

- Sure, come on.

Chan placed his arms under Lee Know's again and lifted him, most of the boy's weight being held by his hyung.

- Let's rinse your mouth first.

While Lee Know did that, Chan wiped the sweat off his damp forehead and only then noticed that Lee Know's face was already pretty flushed because of the fever.

And the dancer couldn't deny, his whole body ached because of the fever, even Chan's hold on him hurt.

The oldest carefully guided Lee Know to his studio and lay him on the couch, covering his shivering body with a blanket and leaving a bin nearby.

- Minho-ah, hyung will go tell the manager what happened and see what we'll do okay?

- Yes...

When Chan got to the practice room, he was met with worried eyes, that were clearly asking what happened without saying a word.

- Chan-hyung, where were you?

- You were doing a live with Lee Know hyung, right?

- Yeah. Kids, gather here. Lee Know got sick, he probably has food poisoning. He threw up a couple of times and he's running a fever.

- Where is he?

- I took him to my studio, that's the place where he'd get more privacy.

At that time, their manager came into the room and upon noticing one member missing went straight to the gathered group.

- What happened? Where Lee Know-ssi?

- He got sick during the live. He threw up a few times and he's running a fever. I'm guessing it's food poisoning. Should we take him to the hospital?

- Going to the hospital can be a hassle, especially because of the possibility of encountering fans and god forbid, saesengs. Let's take him home and see if we can make him stay hydrated and fed, if in two days he doesn't manage to keep anything down, well take him.

- Okay.

- Since you have no official schedules, if you want to you can go home as well kids.

- I think Lee Know-hyung would want to keep his privacy for a while. We'll go have lunch and go back home later.

- Okay then.

The manager said, leaving the room to inform the other staff about the situation.

- Kids, can you gather Lee Know's thing for me? I'll go check on him.

- Yes, hyung.

Chan promptly left the room, worried about the sick dongsaeng in his studio. Opening the door, he found Lee Knows hunched over the couch spilling more of his stomach's content into the bin.

He went to his side, sitting on the edge of the couch, repeating the same process from earlier, holding his forehead and rubbing his back, and noticing that the fever had worsened, he could feel the heat through Lee Know's clothes.

- Hyung...it hurts...

- I know... we'll take you home in a few minutes okay?

- Okay.

- Can I dispose of this? Or are you gonna vomit again?

- I feel empty...but the nausea is still here...

- Okay.

Chan went to the bathroom and quickly returned.

- The boys gathered your things, the managed will take us home.

Lee Know stood out his arms so Chan could help him sit up and then waited a few seconds to see if he would throw up again.

- You good?

- Yeah...

- Want me to carry you?

Lee Know's face which was already red due to the fever had gotten even more red.

- Uhm...

He hummed in agreement, head down a little embarrassed. Chan just smiled fondly, even though Lee Know couldn't see.

The leader positioned himself kneeling in front of Lee Know so he could climb on his back, wrapping his arms around his hyun and burying his face.

Chan walked out of his studio and was greeted by their manager holding Lee Know's bag and a big coat which he used to cover Lee Know who was still shivering.

Thankfully their van was parked in the garage so no chance of paparazzi.

Chan settled Minho inside the car and sat beside him, pulling his head so it was resting on his shoulder.

- Manager-nim, do we have a plastic bag?

- I think we do, hold on.

The manager looked inside the glove box and found a plastic bag from one of the many grocery shopping he did with the kids, and handed it to Chan.

- If you feel sick, just let me know okay?

- hmm...

Lee Know just hummed, his fever making him sleepy and dizzy. Chan offered his hand for the sick boy to hold and he did it without hesitation. And again Chan was surprised by how hot he felt, it was high enough to mess with his breathing, and they didn't have a thermometer in the studio so he had no idea how high it was.

A few minutes into the ride home, Lee Know felt increasingly nauseous, burping wetly from time to time. Then he felt something creeping up his chest, a foul taste in his mouth.

He squeezed Chan's hand as he began to swallow convulsively, not wanting to throw up in front of their manager.

- Are you feeling nauseous again?

Lee Know just nodded, swallowing hard and then suppressing a gag, his stomach clearly mad at him for trying to swallow it down.

- Don't hold it in, Minho-ah. He's seen us sick before.

Chan reassured, not letting go of Lee Know's hand and putting the bag under his chin.

The boy helplessly ducked his head closer to the bag just in time for a wet burp to bring up a wave of putrid liquid hitting the bag. Lee Know kept squeezing Chan's hand, that was the only thing keeping him sane and grounded at the moment. Another queasy burp brought up another mouthful of vomit, and by now both he and Chan were thinking he was vomiting everything he ate during the week.

- We're almost there Lee Know-ssi.

Lee Know Just spat out some thick saliva and then just leaned his whole weight on Chan, who was holding the dirty bag, wanting to get rid of it as soon as possible, before the stench filled the car.

When they arrived at the dorms, the manager quickly got out of the car and went to Chan's side to get the bag and dispose of it.

- Minho-ah. We're home.

Chan said softly, caressing the sick boy's arm in an attempt to wake him up. Lee Know was barely conscious but he managed to move so he was sitting on the edge of the car's seat for Chan to pick him up.

- Here we go. Are you okay? Do you feel nauseous?

- No...

- Okay, I'll start moving then.

The manager carried their stuff while Chan carried a flushed face Lee Know, who also looked a little pale.

Entering the dorm, Chan sat Lee Know on the couch and the manager put their things in their bedrooms.

- Call me if you need anything, okay? I'll leave you two alone. Get better soon, Lee Know-ssi.

- Thanks, hyung.

Lee Know said before ducking his head and looking between his knees, he brought a hand to his stomach and sighed. Chan had gone to the bedroom to get Lee Know a fresh set of clothes and a thermometer.

- Let me take your temperature and then I'll help you take a bath, okay?

- yes...

Just as Chan suspected, the fever was really high 38.8°C.

- Minho-ah, we need to cool you down and we need to try to take some medicine, okay?

Just the thought of having to take a pill and most likely taste it was enough to trigger his stomach.

- hyung...

Lee Know called grabbing Chan's arm for dear life.

- bathroom...

He already felt something coming up his throat so he didn't manage to say a proper sentence.

- Come on.

Chan promptly helped his dongsaeng up, grabbed the change of clothes, and rushed to the bathroom with him.

Lee Know went straight to the toilet, vomit spewing out without much control and getting on the edges and the floor.

- Don't worry about that, hyung will clean it up.

Chan reassured placing the clothes on the sink and then going to Lee Know's side to rub his back and his chest for the nth time that day. Chan was scared at how much content was still coming out after the few rounds from earlier, he was getting afraid they'd have to take him to the hospital. As the oldest hyung, he just wanted his dongsaeng's well-being but avoiding the hospital is something everyone wanted.

As Lee Know continued to puke his guts out, Chan prepared his bath.

When he was done, Chan helped him out of his sweaty clothes and helped him into the shower, thankfully they had a bathtub because Lee Know was in no state to keep standing.

- Minho-ah, do you want hyung to wash your hair?

- please...

All this cuteness and vulnerability just showed how awful he was feeling. Chan carefully washed his hair and hoped the bath would help reduce his fever.

- Thanks, hyung

- Don't mention it. I'll let you take your bath now but I'll stay here just in case.

Lee Know slowly washed himself, the water hitting his skin making him wince from how much it stung. What usually would be a means to relax, today was almost a torture session.

When he was done, he surprisingly asked Chan for help getting dressed, and so his hyung did. He was now clean, wearing comfortable clothes and completely drained of his batteries.

- Come on, let's get you to bed. Do you feel like you're vomit again?

- No...not now...I'm tired...

- I know, let's go.

Chan cooed, wrapping his arms around Lee Know and guiding him to his bedroom. Since Lee Know shared a bedroom with another member, Chan thought it would be better for the young boy to sleep in his bedroom. That way he could keep an eye on him, and Lee Know could be more comfortable since he didn't like to show this side to the others.

Lee Know lay down on his hyung's bed and was promptly covered with a blanket by him.

- I will get you an antiemetic first and see how you'll hold up, okay? You need to put something in your stomach, water, a sports drink, soup. I'll be right back.

The poor boy's fever was so high, it was tearing up his eyes, and his head was still throbbing. He just sunk into the pillow and closed his eyes to ease some of the pain until Chan came back.

- Minho-ah. Here take these and let's wait.

- Hyung...my head is still throbbing...

- I'll sim the lights for you. let's see if the antiemetics work, then you'll try to eat something so I can give you painkillers, okay?

- Yes...

Chan stayed with Lee Know in the bedroom and within a few minutes the medication seemed to have worked.

- Do you think you can stomach some soup? Or bread? It might help better than soup actually.

- Bread...

He answered weakly, eyes half open.

Chan came back with a few slices of bread and gave them to Lee Know, who hesitantly took it.

- Just a few bites okay?

The older boy helped Lee Know to sit up on the bed, he was wearing a black hoodie and was half-covered with a blanket. Lee Know was fairly muscular but to Chan, at that moment, he looked so tiny.

He sat at the edge of the bed and stayed with Lee Know while the poor boy took small bites and slowly ate the slices.

- How do you feel? Nauseous?

- No...feels settled...for now.

- That's good.

Chan set the tray aside and placed his hand on Lee Know's forehead.

- It's still high. Let me check it.

The thermometer showed almost the same temperature from earlier, 38.5°C.

- it's still pretty high. Do you think you can stomach some pills?

- Yes...

- Take them with a sports drink, that way you won't feel the taste.

Chan quickly left and came back with the medication and the drinks. Lee Know took them and gagged but managed to swallow it. They waited a few seconds to see if he'd vomit but it didn't happen.

Lee Know was falling asleep even while sitting, so Chan carefully laid him down on the bed, placed an ice pack on his forehead, and covered him before leaving the room to eat something and get a mattress.

Then he was met with the rest of the kids who had just returned home.

- Hyung! How's Lee Know-hyung?

- He threw up again but after taking some medication, he managed to eat something. He was pretty tired so he's asleep now. He'll stay in my room for the time being, okay?

- Okay hyung.

- Let's just keep quiet. I don't want to wake him up.

They all had dinner, took a shower, and then went to do their own stuff but before telling Chan to tell Lee Know they wished he gets better soon.

Chan entered the bedroom and found Lee Know still asleep, his breathing was a bit off but it was due to the fever. He hoped the sick boy would sleep well through the night, but those prayers were not heard.

Chan checked on Lee Know one more time before going to bed himself but was woken up after 1h or so.

Lee Know was sleeping rather peacefully when his stomach decided to remind him he was going through a food poisoning process.

It started churning again, in complete turmoil making Lee Know toss and turn on the bed but no position was comfortable enough. He lay on his back and squeezed his hands in an attempt to control the urge to vomit.

It didn't work, he turned to his side and that must've been the worst decision he made that day. As soon as he turned his stomach jumped shooting up its contents way too fast, Lee Know rushed out of the room, hand covering his mouth so he wouldn't make a mess on the floor, that would be too humiliating.

He got to the bathroom, hurriedly closing the door behind him and bending over the toilet as a stream of bread mixed with stomach juice gushed out, immediately followed by another bout.

The motion of getting up so quickly and being bent over made him feel really dizzy, so before he could actually fall, he managed to sit down next to the toilet. His stomach was cramping badly, sending queasy burps repeatedly but not actually making him vomit, even though he felt like there were still things to come out.

He was starting to feel even more miserable than before, and he was sure his fever spiked again, even his clothes were hurting his skin.

He sat for a few seconds on the floor not sure of what to do, then he noticed his phone inside his hoodie pocket.

- Hyung. Can you come to the bathroom? Just need to know you're here.

Chan was already half awake when he got the message.

- Be right there.

He got up and made his way to the bathroom, but he didn't go in. He respected Lee Know's request of just being close, if the sick boy needed him inside with him, he'd say.

He sat by the door and gently ordered one of the members who had woken up to use the other bathroom, wanting to secure Lee Know's privacy as much as he could.

Chan kept hearing Lee Know retching over the toilet but never heard anything splashing in the water and he thought that maybe Lee Know had nothing else in his stomach.

But a few minutes later, he got another message.

- Hyung...come in, please...

Chan got up and politely knocked on the door, letting Lee Know know he was coming in.

Chan's heart dropped to his stomach when he saw Lee Know's state. His face was bright red from the fever that was obviously higher than before, he was sitting next to the toilet holding his stomach and with a pained expression on his face.

The leader locked the door behind him and walked up to Lee Know, grabbing his hand and feeling the heat of his skin.

- Minho-ah...

- hyung...it hurts...

Lee Know said, tears swelling up in his eyes. Chan immediately pulled him into an embrace, allowing him to break down if he needed to. It was a rare occurrence to see Lee Know cry, so whenever he needed to, Chan was always there to provide him the safe space he so much needed.

Lee Know broke down into sobs from frustration, pain, and embarrassment. Chan tightened his grip around him, gently rocking him from side to side, rubbing his back.

- It's okay. Hyung's got you.

When Lee Know finally calmed down, he kept looking down, still embarrassed by everything that was happening.

- hyung...I've been trying...but nothing's coming up...and it hurts so bad...

- Do you want hyung to help you?

- hmm.

Lee Know nodded shyly, hating to admit he was desperate for a comforting touch.

He leaned over the toilet, his stomach still cramping but only making him dry-heave and nothing came up.

Chan was by his side and rested his hand on Lee Know's abdomen and it felt heavenly for the sick boy. Because of his scar, Lee Know wasn't too comfortable with people touching his abdomen, but right now he really needed that.

- Can I press on it a bit? I think it'll help bring something up.

- please...

Lee Know pleaded, clearly done with how awful he felt, he was accepting every and any help.

Chan first started rubbing circles to soothe some of the pain and gently pressed the middle, earning a wince from Lee Know.

- I'm sorry...but it'll be over soon.

The motion seemed to be working as Lee Know started burping wetly and for a while, gagging unproductively.

Chan proceeded to press on his stomach until Lee Know retched wetly and a thick stream of putrid pale brown liquid hit the toilet water with a sickening sound, followed by another harsher one, leaving Lee Know breathless.

He coughed a few times because something got stuck in his throat, and Chan changed his approach to run his chest again as well as his back providing some comfort in the middle of the ordeal.

Another wet cough brought up small chunks of food mixing with the mess inside the bowl.

Lee Know scooted away from the toilet for a while, allowing Chan to flush it and get rid of the unsettling sight. He grabbed a few napkins to clean Lee Know's mouth and pulled the poor sick boy into his embrace so he could try to relax for a bit.

- I'm sorry hyung...

- You don't need to apologize.

- But I took over your room and now I can't even let you sleep...

- It's not your fault, Minho-yah. You had no idea you'd get food poisoning.

- What about the others?

- I made sure they'd stay away from the bathroom and my room, at least for now. I know you don't like much attention when you're sick.

- Thanks...I feel dizzy...

- It's because of the fever. Let me check your temperature again.

Chan took the thermometer from the cabinet and put it under Lee Know's arm.

- 39.1°C. It spiked.

It was obvious his fever got higher, he was looking red as a tomato, even his breathing felt hot, and despite wearing sweatpants and a hoodie he couldn't stop shivering.

- Minho-yah. Do you wanna take another shower? Or do you think you can stomach a fever reducer? If we don't get your temperature down, we'll have to go to the hospital.

As if on cue, Lee Know's stomach shot up what felt like it was the last of its contents barely giving him time to reach the toilet bowl, thankfully Chan helped him, otherwise he'd soil his clothes. The older boy gave him a glass of water so he could rinse his mouth and helped him brush his teeth.

- Thanks hyung...

- So, what do you wanna do?

- I don't wanna take another shower...my skin hurts every time something touches me.

- Then we'll try the pill again. Let's go back to the bedroom.

Chan offered a hand but Lee Know was far too exhausted to get up on his own, let alone walk.

- Come here, hyung will help you.

He put his arms under Lee Know's and carefully helped him to his feet but his legs almost instantly gave up on him.

- I'll carry you, okay?

- hmm.

Lee Know was in no state to protest, and honestly, he didn't want to. His hyung's presence and touch helped him more than Chan could imagine.

Chan hugged Lee Know and gently lifted him, one arm around his waist and the other around his legs. The image of a father carrying a son, that's how one would describe it.

He walked slowly to the bedroom, being extremely careful to not upset Lee Know's stomach, which seemed to have calmed down for a while.

He settled Lee Know on the bed and looked for a clean shirt and hoodie.

- Let's get you changed up. You sweat too much, your clothes are soaked.

Chan helped Lee know out of his hoodie and shirt and before putting on the clean ones, he wiped Lee Know's upper body, then helped him put on the new set.

- Can we take the medication now?

- Hmm

- Here, take one antiemetic and wait for a bit. Then take the fever reducer and another antiemetic.

Lee Know hesitantly took the pills from Chan's hand and contemplated for a bit, clearly afraid of vomiting again. He didn't want that, his whole body hurt because of the strain and the fever, and his throat was hurting as well, to the point his voice was raspy.

- Trust hyung, okay? You can keep it down, I know you can.

Chan reassured grabbing Lee Know's hand and started rubbing circular patterns.

Just like before, the first sip of water with the pill made him gag, but he managed to take everything.

Both he and Chan stayed sitting on the bed, waiting until Lee Know felt safe enough to lie down.

- How are you feeling? Still nauseous?

- just a bit...

- Do you wanna lay down?

- Yeah.

He lay down and Chan covered him, then lay down on the mattress next to the bed.

- Hyung...

He heard a soft whiny voice coming from above, it was Lee Know standing out his hand, after moving to the edge of the bed.

- What is it?

- Can you hold my hand?

- Of course.

Chan grabbed Lee Know's hand and just held it until he fell asleep. But he didn't let go, he knew Lee Know needed that, so he found a way of sleeping while holding his hand.

Thankfully, the medication seemed to have worked, at least for the night, because Lee Know slept until morning without any other incidents during the night.

When Chan woke up the first thing he did was check Lee Know's temperature.

- 38°C. It went down a bit, thank god.

He said quietly. Since Lee Know was in deep sleep, Chan quietly left the room to get breakfast and see the other kids.

- Good morning, hyung.

- Good morning kinds.

- How's Lee Know-hyung?

- He's still asleep. He managed to keep a few pills down yesterday, so his fever went down a bit, but it's still high.

- And you, hyung? How are you doing?

- I'm okay. He's got food poisoning, so I think we are all in the clear.

- Aren't you tired? We know you. We know you didn't get enough sleep.

- I'm doing good, kids. Don't worry about me. My concern now is getting Lee Know better.

Chan said walking to the kitchen to prepare something for him and a soup or some toast for Lee Know.

When he got back to the bedroom he found Lee Know sitting on the bed but still covered with the blanket, eyes puffy and face still red.

- Good morning.

- Good morning hyung...

Lee Know answered, voice raspy and weak, signs of a rough night.

- How are you feeling?

- Tired...

- And your stomach?

- A little nauseous but not that much...and a bit hungry.

- I made you some food. Wanna give it a try? There's soup and some toast.

- Can I try both?

- Sure, but don't force it. Take as long as you need. Want me to turn on the TV?

- Yeah.

Just like the previous night, Chan stayed in the bedroom with Lee Know as the boy slowly ate his meal. He then took the medications again and sunk into the bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

Chan left the room one more time and was met with six kids demanding him to rest. They knew Chan always took care of them, no matter what and he wouldn't say anything even if he was too tired.

- Hyung. You need to rest as well. We'll take turns.

- Thanks kids.

Chan said opening his arms to give all of them a big hug.

With that settled, Jisung was the first one to stay with Lee Know, the sick boy accepted cuddles from him and they helped him stay calm and asleep.

And just like they said, everyone took turns to stay with Lee Know and help him whenever he got sick the following days. They were some tiring 5 days for all of them, with Lee Know vomiting a few times during the day and night and his fever refusing to go lower than 37.5°C.

When the ordeal was over, they were all tired but relieved to see their dancer back to full health. Lee Know being one to not show his weak side to many, had to let go of his pride in order to get better, and deep inside he was grateful to all of them, especially his only hyung.

[starrynini05]

help, I need somebody – ahn yujin x kim gaeul x 7th member!reader

Summary: your leader and your eldest would always be by your side, it’s never to late to ask for help

warnings: mentions of sickness, anxiety, vomiting, fever

tags: idol!au ; reader is '05 liner ; 7th member!reader ; platonic!gaeul x reader ; platonic!yunjin x reader

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, sickfic

word count: 1.3k

a/n: WE ARE SOO BACK‼️‼️, I’m sorry for disappearing, but I’m officially a high school graduate and have time to write again, I hope you like this and expect more regular updates 🫶🏻

Your dynamic in the group was very simple, being, a year and a half older than Leeseo you were in between the youngest and the adults. Apart from you and Leeseo everyone was a legal adult, being more than 19 and already out of school.

You were in the rare middle between not being quite an adult, but not a minor either. With only 17 years of age you still were required to leave events early and go to school, while also being expected to have enough responsibility to fulfill your duties as an idol.

Although you were the second youngest, you were not as nearly as coddled as the maknae and you knew it was mostly your fault. You were added to the lineup really close to debut, being a transfer trainee from SM. This made you reserved and somewhat scared of your teammates, mainly because you were really nervous around new people, and shy in general.

And, even if you longed for that care, you were too shy to willingly ask for it. Now, in your dimly lit room, you lay awake tangled in the sheets, shaking. Your members fast asleep in their respective rooms, blissfully unaware of the turmoil brewing within you.

Earlier that week, yours and Leeseo’s school had canceled classes due to a virus going around. Both of you were thankful that neither of you had caught it, but now you weren't so sure. During practice, you felt more tired than usual and a dull ache had installed in your body, but you gave it no thought.

Now curled up in your bed, trembling and with what you were sure was a high fever, you regretted not saying anything earlier. Nonetheless, refusing to wake the others, you convinced yourself that you could sleep it off and wake up the next morning feeling better.

You had worked so hard to create a perfect facade, you were too embarrassed to let it falter. But, as time went on you only felt worse, transforming it into a relentless torment. Beads of sweat clung to your forehead as you debated whether to wake Yujin and Gaeul. Your heart thumped like a drum, the anxiety of disturbing their slumber almost as unbearable as the pain.

Finally, with a surge of determination, you mustered the courage to knock lightly on their shared room door. Inside the room, both Yujin and Gaeul woke up confused as to why someone was bothering them at 2 a.m. Confusion turned into worry, and Yujin hurried to the door with concern. She was surprised to see you standing there, your usual calm demeanor replaced by an ashen hue of unease.

You cleared your throat, adjusting your posture so you wouldn’t look as fragile as you felt in front of her, at least. You hated looking fragile in front of anyone, let alone them. They were your elders and you didn’t want them to think of you as someone fragile or weak. Sensing your hesitance she broke the silence first “Is everything okay?" she asked, the concern in her voice genuine.

Even then you wanted to resist but she was looking at you with such caring eyes, and you just felt so tired. You sighed in defeat, not quite looking at her face, your voice barely audible as you responded, "I... I'm not feeling well." Yujin's eyes widened, her concern replacing any hint of amusement she might have felt at your shyness. "What's wrong?" she asked while motioning for you to enter the room and lay in her bed.

Your voice trembled with pain while you explained your symptoms, failing to see the frown on her face at your sudden drowsiness. With a tired groan, she helped you lay on the bed, placing her hand against your forehead. As she was about to comment on your high fever you suddenly jolted, a sudden wave of nausea dawning over you. You barely had time to run into a nearby trash can before you were violently sick. Gaeul, who was almost falling asleep, was now wide awake, hearing your retching sounds. She quickly got up and ran to your side, holding your hair back and rubbing your back soothingly. "Hey, hey, it's okay. You're going to be fine. Just breathe, alright?" she whispered, trying to calm you down.

Your face was flushed, your body trembling as you leaned over the bin. You felt tears sting your eyes as you emptied your stomach, feeling miserable and weak. You hated being sick, especially in front of them. You didn't want to bother them or make them worry about you. You wanted to be strong and independent, like they were. But right now, you couldn't help but feel grateful for their presence and support.

When you finally stopped throwing up, you leaned back against the bed, feeling exhausted and dizzy. Yujin handed you a glass of water and a wet towel, helping you clean your mouth and face. "How long have you been feeling like this?" she asked, her voice gentle but stern. You hesitated, not wanting to admit the truth. "Um... around 1 hour ago, I guess." you lied, hoping they wouldn't notice.

They did. Yujin and Gaeul exchanged a look of disbelief and disappointment. "An hour ago?" Yujin repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure? Because we saw you looking pale and tired during practice, and you barely ate anything at dinner. And you didn't say anything to us. Why didn't you tell us you were sick?"

You felt a surge of guilt and shame, knowing you had been caught. You lowered your eyes, avoiding their gaze. "I... I didn't want to bother you. You have so much to do, and I didn't want to be a burden. I thought I could handle it on my own. I'm sorry." you mumbled, feeling small and pathetic.

Yujin and Gaeul sighed, shaking their heads. They moved closer to you, wrapping their arms around you in a warm hug. "You're not a bother, or a burden, or anything like that. You're our friend, our teammate, our family. We care about you, and we want you to be happy and healthy. You don't have to handle everything on your own. You can always ask us for help, or tell us how you feel. We're here for you, no matter what. Do you understand?" Yujin said, her voice soft and sincere.

Gaeul nodded, adding her own words of comfort. "Yeah, what she said. You're amazing, and talented, and beautiful, and we love you so much. You don't have to hide your feelings or pretend to be okay when you're not. You don't have to be perfect, or strong, or anything else. You just have to be yourself, and that's enough for us. You're enough, okay?"

You felt a wave of emotion wash over you, making you choke up. You couldn't believe how lucky you were to have them in your life, how much they cared about you, how much they accepted you. You nodded, feeling a smile tug at your lips. "Okay. Thank you. I love you too." you said, hugging them back.

They smiled, kissing your cheeks and forehead. "You're welcome. We're glad you're feeling better." they said, tucking you in the bed. "Now, you need to rest. We'll stay with you until you fall asleep, and then we'll call the manager and the doctor in the morning. Don't worry about anything, we'll take care of everything. Just focus on getting well, alright?"

You nodded, feeling a wave of relief and gratitude. You closed your eyes, feeling their warmth and love surround you. You drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and secure in their arms. You knew you had nothing to fear, as long as they were with you. You knew you had found your home, with them.

[hwaightme]

Feverish

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🌡️ pairing: hongjoong x gn!reader 🌡️ genre: the fluffiest fluff, established relationship, sickfic 🌡️ summary: as you come down with a cold, hongjoong is right there to lift you back up again, be it with soup, song, presence, or all at once. 🌡️ wordcount: 2.4k 🌡️ warnings/tags: questionable editing, proper use of face masks, hongjoong in a kitchen making things, him being a worried and loving boyfriend ready to give you the world, producer joong, he is the medicine actually, discussion of illness and various symptoms, fever, fatigue, distancing 🌡️ a/n: love you @legohwas <3 this was why I was being all cryptic asking about mango milkshakes~ apologies if the lil piece is chaotic and if I disappear into the void ruminating it... but imagine a serenading Hongjoong ahah<333 Thank you so much everyone for likes, reblogs, comments notes, they are always appreciated, much love!

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A heavy stillness had settled in your bedroom, so palpable, in fact, that you believed if you dared to undraw the blackout curtains which were working wonders to protect you from the city’s night lights, that you would be able to see its every fibre. Perhaps there was this benefit to you being severely under - or even squashed by, the weather; for the first time in far too long you were allowing yourself to lie still, gaze at the ceiling in the semi darkness while swaddled in the sheets and throws and nearly drowning in the pillows which you had gathered from all around your apartment as soon as you had come home from class.

It had been a growing sensation. An inkling, a suspicion, and with every passing hour a sure realisation that indeed, you were catching a cold. Or whatever it could be. Either way, you had crawled home dizzy and fatigued, shuddering from what had turned out to be an alarmingly high fever, and after cautiously peeling your outdoor clothing away to change into cosy pyjamas succumbed to your body’s screams for rest. Drifting in and out of consciousness, you had no idea for how long you had been in bed until you were jolted awake by the turning of keys in the lock of the front door, and a very familiar, albeit highly concerned and timid ‘hello?’. Feeling for your phone, you squinted and fought off the tears that sprung to your eyes from the screen brightness as you attempted to read the time, the action only bringing to a state of shock: you had just spent a precious five hours doing absolutely nothing. A pang of guilt overpowered your throbbing temples; when you had more tasks than the number of heartbeats in a day, including professional, academic and domestic endeavours, having this kind of inconvenience such as an illness was simply out of the question. You cursed yourself, your immune system and the fact that there was no way to be able to schedule ailments or cancel your subscription to them altogether.

“Y/N? You missed our call- Y/N? Y/N are you okay?” you gazed off to the side to see your boyfriend peeking into the room, still in his face mask, beanie and coat, clutching a bag tightly against his chest. 

“Hi Joong… Down with…” you tried to speak, but your voice was still laden with sleep and tiredness that had finally caught up to you. Focusing on the silhouette, you peered in Hongjoong’s general direction, hoping that you looked at least somewhat alive after dozing, and snuggled deeper into the sheets.

“What?” he stepped a little closer, tilting his head ever so slightly. You managed to catch the fast narrowing of his eyes as he most definitely caught onto your state, and the droop in what likely was his adorable shy smile behind the black material. 

“Sorry… it’s just… yeah I’m down with something.” you croaked out, only to throw your face into the pillow you had been hugging, suddenly having found your strenuous staring a little more than overwhelming. 

“Wait Y/N really?” baffled, the man stumbled over his words, and looked for a space to drop the black leather bag, choosing an empty spot by the wall, right at the entrance. Stretching out again, he pinched the end of the beanie to slide it off, revealing black hair, lightly matter and dishevelled from the pressure of the garment.

Hongjoong’s eyes darted over your form while he ruffled his hair, worry growing stronger in his chest as he took note of the items strewn around the room. Your backpack was lying at the foot of your bed, laptop peeking out - it was terribly rare that you would ever come home and not organise yourself. If anything, you would be in the middle of reprimanding him for not putting slippers on and still being in his jacket; but not a peep came from you, and instead you were curled up in the foetal position, blocking out all light, all energy, a barely noticeable tramble rushing through you as you poked your head out again to answer him.

“No, I am just being lazy,” you snapped, your voice muffled by the bedsheets that you kept lifted to cover half of your face. Unusually irritated, you simply wanted to doze off and ignore your condition, hopefully wake up refreshed and be able to go about your day as if nothing happened instead of having your boyfriend subject himself to the risk of catching whatever it was.

“I think it is the universe telling you to catch a break.”

You raised an eyebrow at the statement finding it more than amusing, considering that even when Hongjoong did convince himself or management to stay with you for longer than a couple of hours, give him some time and you would find him in a random corner of the apartment, earphones in, laptop in front of him, an artist lost in his own world. Not that you ever minded, nor wanted that to change; if anything, it was unbelievably soothing, and the occasional clicks on the trackpad or keyboard always ended up becoming your rhythm and motivation as you settled down to work on your own projects. 

But you could not type away alongside him tonight, nor even uphold some banter. You desperately wanted to be snarky in return to his call for your relaxation, wanted to throw a witty comeback his way to point out his own habits, but the words remained on the tip of your tongue as you battled your fever, too tired to care about keeping a civil conversation going. But to Hongjoong, your silence spoke a thousand words; he could practically sense what you were going to say to him, and chuckled, playing with the rings on his fingers.

“I know, I know, but do as I say. And I say rest. I’ll… I’ll call the doctor to arrange an appointment…” he trailed off as he patted his pockets, eventually finding the device and beginning to search through his contacts to find someone from medical staff attached to the company. 

His eyes shot upwards once, twice, over and over again, terrified that your state could get worse at any moment or that you would get stubborn and try to power through and force yourself to work. He was distraught, anxious, even if he would eat pickled onion instead of admitting it openly, out of the desire to keep you as calm as possible. Just as he was about to call, you whispered to him:

“I am an adult-” but your phrase was cut short as he raised his hand.

“Let me take care of you? Please?” you hold a pause, waiting for your senses and your processing to catch up to your surroundings.

“...If you keep the mask on… I am not violent but I will throw hands if you get sick.”

“Alright. Gotcha. I’ll try,” and with a goofy thumbs up, he ambled out of the room, conversing over the phone, returning once to ask you about any other symptoms.

In that moment, when you finally could concentrate on his dark eyes, clouded over with distress and wrapped in a glimmer of affection, you felt nothing but safety. In those fleeting seconds, it was easy to forget your concerns about work, about assignments, about the texts that you most definitely missed. Simply with his serenity, the gestures of his hands as he continued talking about you and then the rocking on the balls of his feet as he relayed to you the doctor’s recommendations and the time of the appointment, you felt your erratic heartbeat slow down. With a satisfied hum you agreed, and shut your eyes, letting his aura envelop you. Perhaps it was for the better that he decided to visit after all. Even when he volunteered himself as the man on dinner duty, you were comfortable - you had made soup yesterday, and hopefully, the toaster was not going to catch fire. You concentrated on his soft footsteps as he moved from one part of the apartment to another; it was easy enough to trace the steps, and you imagined him going from the door where he dropped off his outerwear, to the bathroom to wash his hands, to the kitchen where he would open the fridge and muse what he could heat up.

You were adamant on him not approaching you as much as he could, resulting in Hongjoong pushing the tray with a bowl of warm soup, bread, and oddly paired with a mango milkshake that at least explained a fraction of the crashing noises and a random blast of the blender from the kitchen, every bit like a playful cat. He had the same combination of mischief and enthusiasm in his eyes that did not falter as he watched you take a few tentative spoonfuls. He appeared to glow as you thanked him for the surprise treat, and you could see his mask move to hide what undoubtedly was his precious megawatt grin. But what you could not exactly fight against, not when you could see the long day building up on Hongjoong’s shoulders, was his request to occupy the armchair on the other side of the room in a corner, saying that it was ‘necessary just in case you needed something’, so that he would automatically be on standby and within reach.

It was unusual, letting the hours trickle past like this. Instead of filling every second with something to do, or something to check, or something to plan, you were lying in bed, noticing the time and cradling it in your mind. The ticking of the clock on the wall to your right, furthest from Hongjoong was giving you the impression of grains of sand, dropping down into the palms of your hands only to roll over the palms turned hills to the particles, and continue their fall. Inadvertently, your eyes travelled to your adorable Cromer keeper, still clad in the black mask, face illuminated by the laptop screen. Though he was isolated from reality thanks to his newest pair of airpods and unbreaking focus, you could still read his body language thanks to your brain having grown less foggy after having napped and had a shot of pleasantly sweet and sour mango, the love and effort definitely adding to the flavour.

The furrowing of his brows, the way in which he scrunched his nose and you could see him squint ever so slightly as he felt your gaze rest on him and lifted his head to meet it. The barely noticeable, gentle upward jutting of the chin when Hongjoong wanted you to update him on how you were feeling. How he merely stated, after an alarm which you had not expected him to set made his phone vibrate, that it was time to measure your temperature and see if the medication worked. How as soon as you mentioned water, he did the unthinkable and abandoned his laptop on the coffee table to get you a bottle. Your Hongjoong. The artist, the innovator, the creative genius. A little clumsy at times, unsure of himself and subtly asking for you to confirm if he was doing the right things to help you. So much so, that his enthusiasm approached comical levels, and when you tried to make your grand escape outside of your quarters, he was on full alert:

“Bed rest, hello? What are you doing up? If you needed something I could-”

“Bathroom… Joong… bathroom. I am okay enough to go there.”

“OH. Oops sorry I- I- uh- yeah- ha… ha sorry… I’ll just be right… back… there yeah okay.”

You had to restrain yourself from guffawing, the dull ache in your head reminding you that you would probably need to sleep at least twelve more hours to have a laughing fit and not faint, and instead bit your bottom lip as you openly admired Hongjoong’s growing redness in the tips of his ears, and the lowering of his shoulders as an attempt to appear smaller. It was as if the fever was returning to you once again as you desperately wanted to pat your boyfriend on his head and wrap him up in your arms. Alas, you needed to get better first, for you both - captain’s orders, but it was easy when he was the best kind of medicine. His attentiveness, his patience, his resolve in staying by your side even though you had told him that you would be fine. While you were washing your face, relishing in the sensation of cool water running over your skin, you wondered when it would be appropriate to make the joke that he was currently looking like Hala-joong, and that he should wear the wide-brimmed hat you had hidden in your wardrobe.

Upon your return, nothing changed, just like he said. He was still there, still your precious Hongjoong, still immersed in what you could guess were the finishing touches for a track as he was mouthing the lyrics. You crept back into bed, only one creak alerting him of your presence, but he did not pay it no mind, only sending a wink in your direction as a form of greeting. And you thought that this was how you were going to go back into a healing slumber, until you heard the clicking of the earphones case, and the faint notes of a song, only just beginning - a soothing introduction with a semi-acoustic guitar. As it continued, Hongjoong counted the bars with one hand, and hurriedly apologised to you:

“I was meant to record the vocals but… it felt only right to finish this to the best of my ability now. And uh… stop me if your head hurts.” you rolled your eyes, a smile breaking over your features as you cuddled into the warm blankets, supporting your head so that you could watch your beloved artist and human in his element, sharing his most valuable with you.

He sang softer than usual, careful to not hurt your sensitive eardrums, but the dulcet tones were like the life essence washing over you, lifting you above the spell of illness and immersing you in a total, ethereal bliss. Of course he was going to choose a song that was on theme, on time, lyrically balanced and heartwarming. Of course Hongjoong was going to make you want to weep from the comfort that he was providing. And of course, he was going to respect your wishes and not walk closer to you, but with his voice, with his beautiful rendition of ‘Sleep Well’ by .d4vd from the custom backing track to the added tastefully melodic rap, he carried the love, the care right over to you. Lulling you into a well deserved break from turmoil, guiding you into a better tomorrow. Because how dare a virus be the one to make the love of his life feel feverish, and not him? 

[tafeekafee]

⏳️🦊 My Aurora

Sickie: Wooyoung

Caretaker: Hongjoong (and Yeosang)

„Hwa, turn off that god-awful alarm before I shoot myself”, Hongjoong growled into his pillow. As far as he was concerned it was too early and he needed sleep. Badly. It might be his own fault for sleeping like eight hours in total over the span of 48 hours but he was allowed to hate early morning schedules.

“Good morning to you too, Joongie”, Seonghwa answered with a slight laugh. He sounded way to awake and chipper for this time of day. Bastard. At least he turned off the alarm. Small mercies.

But instead of letting Hongjoong sleep, he got up from his bed to peer over the side of Hongjoong’s upper bunk. “Uh-oh, no sleeping”, Seonghwa said and pulled off the blanket to expose Hongjoong to the cold air.

“Meanie”, Hongjoong pouted and yawned.

Seonghwa laughed again. “I distinctly remember you telling me to make you get up by any means necessary last night, no matter how much I beg”, he teased.

“My past self was an idiot. I’m older now, I know better now. And I don’t want to get up”, Hongjoong tried and moved to turn over, away from his annoying hyung. What right did he have to torture him? He was Seonghwa’s captain after all.

Seonghwa’s voice sounded way to gleeful. “I always wanted to do this.”

Before Hongjoong could wonder what he was about to do, Seonghwa had sprayed him with the water bottle he used to mist his succulent plants.

Hongjoong screeched and jolted upright, now wide awake.

“I hate you”, he muttered, wiping his face.

Seonghwa just grinned wider, looking unfairly put together in stark contrast to Hongjoong who probably looked like a mess with an impressive bedhead. He didn’t need a mirror, he knew he looked awful whenever he woke up.

“No, you don’t”, Seonghwa said, “now, do get up. I’ll make breakfast. You get ready, we have a long day ahead.”

“You’re telling me”, the captain grumbled but climbed down the ladder of his bunk.

⌛

Ten minutes later Hongjong was dressed and had sorted out the disaster that was his face and hair. When he stumbled into the kitchen he found Seonghwa at the stove making something, while Mingi and San were sitting next to each other at the table, leaning on each other and half-asleep. Yunho was standing next to the coffee maker, eyes closed.

“Morning”, Hongjoong greeted and received mumbled answers from his members that he wasn’t even sure were words. He could sympathise. Five o’clock was not a time to get up – especially if you only went to sleep at two o’clock.

As he sat down next to San, Yeosang and Jongho made their way into the kitchen, both of them cuddled close together and still in pyjamas. “Morning”, Jongho greeted and flopped onto San. Yeosang sat down next to Hongjoong and turned his attention to the leader.

“Wooyoung-yah is still asleep”, Yeosang explained their roommates absence, “I woke up tonight because he was moving around, said he had trouble sleeping. I let him sleep in my bed but when he didn’t wake up to our alarm I thought he might need more rest and he could maybe eat in the car?” He sounded unsure if he had done the right thing  and worried about his best friend.

“That’s alright, Sang-ah, letting him sleep was a good idea”, Hongjoong praised, wanting to erase the uncertainness off his dongsaeng’s face. He knew how Yeosang often worried if he overstepped boundaries when he decided something – the reason why he mostly didn’t decide anything. “I’ll wake him after breakfast. Sleep is important.”

“I will make him something to go”, Seonghwa added.

⌛

Once breakfast was done Hongjoong and Yeosang went to the younger two’s room, so that Yeosang could grab his clothes and Hongjoong could work on waking up their second maknae.

Wooyoung was curled up on Yeosang’s bed, fast asleep. He was cuddling the pillow to his chest and like that Hongjoong was reminded just how young he was. While he often acted like a nuisance on cocaine on camera Wooyoung was a responsible and caring person. He had seen the awfulness of their industry. Hongjoong would be a liar if he said he wasn’t soft for these moments when his kids, as ATINY would say, seemed like actual kids.

Once Yeosang had left the room, Hongjoong knelt down next to Wooyoung, holding onto the ladder that went up to Wooyoung’s bunk for stability. He placed a hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder and shook it gently.

“Wake up, baby”, Hongjoong whispered, “you need to get ready for today’s photoshoot.”

Wooyoung groaned unhappily but blinked his eyes open. He stared up at Hongjoong for a moment before swiftly turning to the side. Just for a second Hongjoong was confused, then out of a sudden Wooyoung coughed and retched loudly before throwing up onto the floor beside Yeosang’s bed. Hongjoong jumped back in shock, hoping to protect his trousers and socks from the mess and, quite frankly in disgust. He had not anticipated Wooyoung puking first thing in the morning. After a second Hongjoong tried to step a bit closer so that he could rub Wooyoung’s back as the man cried and gagged.

“Oh, baby”, Hongjoong whispered, heart breaking for his sick dongsaeng who was trying so hard to catch his breath. “It’s okay, hyung has got you.”

Finally Wooyoung’s stomach seemed to be done and the younger rolled onto his back again. Tears were gathering in his eyes and trailed down his cheeks. Hongjoong could sympathize: He imagined waking up only to throw up seconds later without any warning was very unpleasant. Ignoring the soupy mess on the ground that resembled last nights dinner a bit too much, Hongjoong sat down on the bed next to Wooyoung’s hip and started stroking his sweaty hair away from his face.

“I’m so sorry, hyung”, Wooyoung whispered, eyes glazed over and sounding exhausted. There was embarrassment colouring his cheeks red.

“It’s okay, Wooyoung-yah, you couldn’t help it”, Hongjoong mumbled back, “is it okay if I call for help? You need to get cleaned up and your tiny old hyung won’t be much of a help, you’ve grown up so much.”

“Can it be Yeosangie-hyung, please?”, Wooyoung asked in a tiny voice. That had been Hongjoong’s plan all along anyways. Jongho, Yunho and Mingi needed to get ready, as did San, and he needed Seonghwa to keep an eye on the others. Besides, if this was a stomach bug then Yeosang had already been exposed – no need to risk getting everybody sick at the same time.

“Sang-ah, come here, please”, Hongjoong called and a moment later the door opened.

“Hyung … what? Oh”, Yeosang said dumbfounded. He quickly gathered himself and made his way over to his dongsaeng who was making grabby hands in his direction. It was cute even in this situation. Yeosang quickly obliged and crouched at the head of his bed, where he could be closest to Wooyoung without getting too close to the mess.

“Why didn’t you say last night that you felt sick?”, Yeosang asked gently.

“I didn’t feel sick then”, Wooyoung pouted.

“Threw up the moment he woke up”, Hongjoong provided, smiling to himself as he watched the interaction between his members. He really loved how they cared for each other like a real family. “Can you get him to the living room so we can get this cleaned up?”

“I’m really sorry”, Wooyoung whispered as he glanced down, paling instantly.

“It’s really okay, baby, you can’t help it”, Hongjoong soothed, “let me just get you a trash can and then you’re all set.”

He got up to get a bucket but then he spotted the room’s trash can. Good enough. It was filled halfway with empty energy drinks that Hongjoong unceremoniously dumped onto the floor.

“Hyung”, Yeosang complained as empty cans clattered onto the floor.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you and Jongho-ah about your excessive consumption of energy drinks anyways. This is just the start”, Hongjoong explained and ignored the following whine in favour of raising his eyebrow at Wooyoung. The second maknae giggled. That was much better than the tears.

“You’re conspiring against us”, Yeosang moaned, understanding Hongjoong’s intention of distracting Wooyoung from his misery.

“File your complains here.” Hongjoong shrugged and pointed at the trash can.

“Hyung, you’re ridiculous”, Wooyoung teased weakly.

“Hyung has every right to complain. Hyung shares a room with Seonghwa. Hyung cleans under the bed three times a week, nothing more ridiculous than that”, Hongjoong said as he placed the bucket down next to Wooyoung.

“Don’t make me laugh, my stomach hurts”, Wooyoung complained, hugging the aching organ.

“Alright, let’s get back to it. Sang-ah, why don’t you get Wooyoung comfortable on the couch with his new best friend while I get medicine and a thermometer?”, Hongjoong said and Yeosang nodded eagerly.

“Up you get”, Hongjoong said and helped Yeosang sit Wooyoung up and then swing his legs over the side of the bed. The sick member’s breathing took on deeper patterns as he tried to stave off the nausea from being upright and Hongjoong was ready to reach over to the bucket if it was needed. Luckily Wooyoung was able to breathe through it.

“I’m dizzy”, he said and closed his eyes.

“Think you can walk or do you want hyung to get Yunho so he can help me carry you?”, Yeosang asked gently.

“Just give me a minute.”

Hongjoong and Yeosang exchanged worried glances. They had never seen Wooyoung this sick before – it was clear he couldn’t stay alone at the dorm, not that Hongjoong would have allowed that. They had an all day shooting of a video on their schedule – somebody who had lots of scenes with Wooyoung could stay back.

“I can go on”, Wooyoung said before Hongjoong was able to finish his thoughts.

“Okay, change of plans. We both help you to the living room”, Hongjoong said, not wanting to risk Wooyoung falling despite his deep trust in Yeosang. Some accidents couldn’t be avoided but he might help as a crutch anyway. Carefully Yeosang and Hongjoong helped him stand, the youngest’s legs shaky and barely able to hold his own weight. The captain reached down and handed Wooyoung the bucket which he cradled against his chest fearfully.

“We’ve got you, it’s okay”, Hongjoong soothed, “if you need to be sick again or feel even more dizzy or anything just tell us.”

Slowly they made their way around the puddle on the floor and out of the bedroom, with Yeosang and Hongjoong having wrapped one arm around Wooyoung’s waist each.

⌛

Yunho was sitting on the couch, fully dressed and sipping his coffee as they entered the living room and he looked up with confusion written plainly on his face.

“What’s going on?”, he asked confused, taking in the view. He clearly wasn’t awake enough yet to understand what was obvious.

“Wooyoung-ah is sick”, Hongjoong explained and quickly Yunho had abandoned his coffee on the TV table to open his arms for Wooyoung to cuddle in. The maknae plopped down onto the couch as soon as he was in reach but refused to lean into Yunho, still holding the bucket under his chin. He tugged at Yeosang’s hand to get the older to sit down with him and Yeosang, reliable friend he was, immediately complied and took his hand.

“You’re really not feeling good, huh?”, Yunho whispered and placed a warm hand on Wooyoung’s back. The younger man whimpered and swallowed harshly.

“I feel so sick”, Wooyoung groaned and burped wetly. Hongjoong winced and sighed. “If you need to be sick, Wooyoung-ah, let it…”

Before he could finish the sentence, Wooyoung lurched forward and buried his face in the bucket, loudly expelling his stomach contents. Yunho helplessly rubbed his back and Yeosang held back his hair from his forehead, steadying the bucket with the other hand.

Hongjoong could only watch, once again. He shuddered at the sound of liquid hitting the bucket and the loud coughing. It was a wonder nobody else had wandered into the living room yet to find out where the wretched sounds came from.

“Breathe”, Yeosang encouraged. Confident his dongsaengs had the situation under control, Hongjoong slipped away to gather the thermometer and some medication from the bathroom. On his way back, he nearly collided with Seonghwa who stared at him – or more exactly at the medication in his hand – with confusion, then worry.

“Hongjoong-ah, are you sick? What is going on?”, he asked frantically, mother henning as always.

“I’m fine, it’s…” Hongjoong was interrupted by the sounds of Wooyoung vomiting again and both of them winced. In the dorm there was no real privacy they had learned – as much as any of them tried to hide illnesses, they would be betrayed by the thin walls. And as the oldest hyungs they were very much aware how easily illnesses spread when everybody lived in each other’s pocket.

They both shuddered simultaneously at the memory of the stomach flu from last winter – it had started one day with Yunho and by the end of the next day only Hongjoong and Seonghwa were left standing (but also with buckets not too far away from them).

“Wooyoung?”, Seonghwa asked.

“Yeah.”

“What about the filming? We need to leave in like less than fifteen minutes”, Seonghwa said.

“I know.” Hongjoong sighed. “I want to know his temperature and then I will call a manager. One of us needs to stay back with him, there is no way he can stay alone. Either Yeosang, Yunho or I – we’ve already been exposed.”

“Who is sick”?, San asked from behind them, a frown on his face. He seemed to have been on his way to the bathroom whose door they were blocking.

“Somebody is sick?”, Mingi asked, popping his head out of his bedroom door.

“Wooyoung is … ah, no, Jongho-yah, don’t go in there”, Hongjoong warned, the younger man having also appeared behind San and reaching for his bedroom door.

“What’s wrong?”

“Wooyoung-ah threw up”, Hongjoong explained with a sigh. “Listen, guys, we need to get ready, okay? San-ah, I hate to ask this of you but could you clean the bedroom? You have the strongest stomach out of all of us present.”

“On it, captain”, San said with a salute, obviously trying to lighten the mood.

“Let’s go check on him. Mingi-yah, can Jongho borrow some of your clothes?”

“Sure.”

Seonghwa and Hongjoong entered the living room to find Wooyoung curled up on Yeosang’s lap, tears trailing down his cheeks. Yunho was sitting next to them, running a hand up and down the second maknae’s arm, the bucket in his reach for easy access.

“Wooyoung-yah, let me take your temperature, okay?”, Seonghwa said and knelt down in front of his dongsaeng. Wooyoung nodded and let his oldest hyung hold the thermometer up to his forehead. Frantic beeping quickly followed.

“Uh-oh, 38.6°C”, Seonghwa read with a frown, “that is really not good.”

“Do you think it’s a stomach bug?”, Yunho asked unhappily. “Did you feel sick too, last night?”

Wooyoung shrugged. “I wasn’t really hungry last night but we had a big lunch so I didn’t think much of it. I wasn’t really able to fall asleep tonight until Yeosang-hyung let me sleep with him. But I honestly thought it was a touch of insomnia.”

Yunho frowned. “We shared lunch yesterday and if you didn’t eat much dinner, I think we can rule out food poisoning.”

“Great”, Hongjoong groaned, “I’ll call the manager. Young-ah, you are in no condition for filming today.” He retreated to the kitchen for some privacy.

“Noona, we have a problem”, he said as the woman picked up, “Wooyoung-yah is sick. He’s thrown up a couple of times this morning and he’s running a temperature of 38.6°. He needs to stay home and somebody needs to stay with him.”

“Dammit”, the manager said, “yes, obviously he needs to stay home. We’ll have to do scenes without him today then. I think it’s best if … hm, Jongho-ah is probably not a good choice. Mingi-yah can stay with him then, they have a few scenes together.”

“Noona, I was actually hoping Yeosang-ah or I could stay back”, Hongjoong said honestly, “Mingi-yah has not been exposed yet and …”

“Yeosang-ah is not an option, he needs to film today. He won’t be able to attend tomorrow due to a schedule conflict. But I guess you can stay home. You have a few scenes with Wooyoung-yah too and your own shoots can be done when and wherever.”

“Thanks, noona.”

“Thank me with the others being punctual, Hongjoong-ah.”

⌛

Hongjoong found Yeosang and Wooyoung in mostly the same position with Yunho still sporting an unhappy frown. Seonghwa was nowhere to be seen, he was probably washing out the bucket.

“Hey, Wooyoung-yah”, Hongjoong said warmly and knelt down to look at the second maknae. Wooyoung blinked owlishly up at him. “Noona said you can stay home today, I’ll be staying with you, okay?”

“Sangie-hyung?”, Wooyoung mumbled, unintentionally pouting. Yeosang was frowning unhappily, rubbing Wooyoung’s arm. He looked reluctant to leave his best friend behind too.

“He needs to go in for filming, baby. He’ll be back as soon as possible, okay?”, Hongjoong explained.

“Oh, alright”, Wooyoung said sadly but let Yeosang get up, instead opting to lie down completely on the couch.

⌛

Fifteen minutes later and punctual as promised Hongjoong and Wooyoung were left alone. Before they had left Mingi had gotten them some supplies and Jongho had brought both of them their bed covers, so there was no need for them to get up at all. They could stay curled up under the covers all day if they wanted to.

Wooyoung had laid down in Hongjoong’s lap, latching onto any heat source he could get. His eyes were closed but Hongjoong knew he wasn’t asleep. There were unhappy lines on the younger’s forehead and the leader could imagine why.

“Baby?”, he asked, “stomach ache?”

Wooyoung nodded weakly. “I’m sorry for all this, hyung”, he said quietly.

“Hush, dongsaeng”, Hongjoong soothed, “you’re sick, it happens. I can’t get you a hot water bottle, your temperature is too high for that, but I can rub your tummy?”

The younger opened his eyes for a moment, blinking against the overhead light and closed them again. “Thank you, hyung.”

Hongjoong sneaked his hand under the blanket and he instantly felt just how upset the younger’s stomach was, gurgling and cramping against his hand.

“Is this okay?”, he asked gently.

Wooyoung just hummed, already mostly asleep.

⌛

Wooyoung felt terrible. Horrible. Disgusting. Weak. Awful. Any negative association he could think off. He hated throwing up and he really had looked forward to filming. Now he was sick and miserable.

He had napped most of the morning except for the few instances where he had gotten sick again. His stomach ached, the nausea was still terrible even when he wasn’t about to puke, his head ached and he felt so frustrated.

He could tell that Hongjoong mirrored the last emotion.

“You should try to eat a bit, baby”, Hongjoong coaxed, obviously at his wit’s end. “I let you slack off breakfast but you haven’t effectively eaten since yesterday lunch. We need to get some nutrients and fluids into you. Then you can even taken some medicine to help.”

Wooyoung knew that the fever was making him feel so awful and emotional but he could help that eating or drinking sounded like the hardest tasks in the entire universe. He was done with being done, done with feeling sick and he didn’t want to risk anything that could trigger another bout.

He only wanted his captain hyung.

Hongjoong had been incredibly patient with him, ignoring his dislike towards skinship to cuddle Wooyoung as much as the younger wanted. He was grateful for his hyung, really. The captain hadn’t even complained when Wooyoung had burst into tears the moment he had stopped touching Wooyoung. Rationally, Wooyoung knew that the bucket needed cleaning out and that for that Hongjoong had needed to leave. That knowledge hadn’t prevented him from crying anyhow, clinging to his hyung. He didn’t want to be alone in his misery, so sue him.

Wooyoung shook his head wildly, his oreo hair stuck to his forehead with sweat so it didn’t even fly around anymore when moved. “I can’t, hyung”, he whined.

“At least some tea? Please?”, Hongjoong asked, obviously desperate. Wooyoung felt sorry towards his hyung who had to deal with him but he didn’t want to be alone.

“I don’t want you to leave”, he whispered, tears gathering in his eyes again. The headache from dehydration had taken up residence ages ago but he was miserable anyway. Tea wouldn’t make it better. Hyung would.

“It’ll be for two minutes, baby”, Hongjoong begged, “you can drink some tea. You haven’t thrown up in nearly two hours now, maybe it will stay down. You need fluids. I hate to do this … but if you don’t drink anything in the next fifteen minutes I’m taking you to hospital for an IV.”

Wooyoung’s eyes filled with tears. He didn’t want to go to the hospital. He wanted to just be okay.

“I know, dongsaeng”, Hongjoong soothed. Wooyoung hadn’t even noticed he said that aloud. “Two minutes.”

Wooyoung let himself be lifted from Hongjoong’s lap and laid down against a pillow.

Within a blink of an eye Hongjoong had appeared with a cup of tea and one of their bamboo straws.

“Just a few sips. I put in some cold water, I tried it. It’s drinking temperature.” The leader smiled down at him and lowered the cup so that Wooyoung could drink. Propped up against the pillow he was able to drink and Hongjoong kept stroking back his hair.

“You are doing so well, baby”, Hongjoong praised when Wooyoung had taken a few sips. “Sleep.”

⌛

Wooyoung barely felt better by evening. His temperature that had gone down with medication in the afternoon had gone up in the evening again. Worse yet, he had slept so much over the day he wasn’t even particularly tired.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa had originally decided to isolate him and the captain but it seemed that shy Yeosang had bullied his way into the bedroom. How that had happened Wooyoung wasn’t sure but his best friend could be stubborn if he wanted to.

That was how he ended up snuggling Yeosang in his bed again, resting on the elder’s chest while he played with Wooyoung’s hair. Hongjoong had pulled out his laptop and was playing soft music over the speakers, working through his email.

Wooyoung still wasn’t feeling good and he would get sick again in the night but soothed by the sound of Hongjoong clicking on keys and Yeosang stroking his hair and telling them about his day he felt better than all day.

Author’s note: For the lovely anon who requested the Wooyoung sickfic with Hongjoong caretaker 💕

I hope you all enjoy!

[lizaloveslino]

Pairing: bf! Hyunjin x reader x friend group! lesserafim

Summary: Sick day with Hyunjin while having schedules at the company and hanging out with your friends the fimmies

TW: sickness, throwing up

Genre: Sickfic

A/N: Hii I’m Liza! I write SKZ fics…mostly sickfics because they’re my favorite thing ever. If you have any requests lmk <3

You lay beside Hyunjin on your cozy bed in the early hours of the morning, he was still fast asleep which was unusual for him because he was an early bird. You were certain that he had rehearsals with the boys this morning but you shrugged it off thinking that perhaps you’d made a mistake.

Just then your cellophone chimed and when you saw who it was you smiled, it was Yunjin frantically telling you about her new solo song she was working on.

JEN: Y/n!! I finally finished my new song

YOU: OMG IM SO EXCITED TO HEAR IT??

JEN: yupp you should come over to the studio today to get a sneak peak, I’ll be with the girls except for Sakura because she has a photo shoot :)

YOU: I would LOVE to come over

JEN: Kazuha says she’s excited to see you and misses you xx

YOU: AWW omg wife tell her I’m omw

YOU: also um… c-can I bring…

JEN: UGH fine you can bring the boyfriend

JEN: Tell him he wins this time 🙄

YOU: YAY xx see you later

You turned to talk to your boyfriend but noticed that he was still asleep, his hair was stuck to his forehead a little with perspiration and you figured that was odd because it was still cold outside. You pressed a gentle hand to his forehead and felt the heat radiating off of him as he began to stir in his peaceful slumber. Your eyebrows immediately furrowed in concern.

“Jinnie, are you okay baby?” You wondered as his eyes fluttered open and he winced from the sunlight bleeding through the open window.

“Hmm, I’m fine it’s just hot today.” He told you, “what time is it?”

“It’s almost nine.” You answered honestly and his eyes widened in shock. “What?”

“I have rehearsals for the new album today, shit.” He cursed tossing off the covers, grabbing a towel and heading into the bathroom to take a shower, not even bothering to close the door. “Good morning by the way!”

“You’re so…” you chuckled to yourself. “I knew it.”

Just then his phone started going off with messages from the boys group chat rushing him. “Chan says you better hurry up!”

He took a while in the shower but you didn’t think much of it, he usually prioritized his skin care routine and perhaps he was shaving too. You poured at the thought of that last one, he usually asked you to help.

___

Afterwards the two of you had breakfast which consisted of fried eggs, toast and jam, he didn’t eat much which was odd so you tried feeding him a spoonful of scrambled eggs and he cringed.

“Damn, are my eggs that bad hm?” You asked slightly hurt.

“No I just, I have this headache that won’t go away and judging by my light sensitivity I’m guessing it’s another migraine.” He told you and you got up and took his medicine out from the cabinet. “I don’t know if I should take that yet it makes me sleepy and I have to dance.”

“Yeah maybe you’re right and you haven’t eaten much either so it might do more harm than good.” You pondered, “okay I’ll carry it just in case.”

“I’ll be fine don’t worry, it’ll go away.” He reassured you, he was always so good at doing that.

“I hope so.” You sighed, “by the way after practice we’re going over to HYBE to see Yunjin and the fimmies, she wants to show me her new solo song!”

“Yunjin hates me.” He complained with a pouty lip.

“She does not!” You argued with a chuckle, “you’re so dramatic babe.”

“She’s good at writing songs though.” He commented. “Love you twice has been on repeat in your car since.”

“I≠DOLL is way better.” I argued and he shook his head is disappointment. “Hey just because I’m an author doesn’t mean I don’t know anything about music.”

“You’re lucky I love you.” He hushed and you shoved his shoulder playfully.

___

Immediately after you got in the car and begun your dive to JYP, Hyunjin made you drive because he said he didn’t feel up to it yet. He leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes, you had to admit that you were growing undeniably worried about him.

Once you arrived at the company you greeted the boys and sat in the corner with your laptop working while they had dance practice. Hyunjin kept lagging behind which was very unlike him and the choreographer was getting frustrated with him as well as his members.

“What’s gotten into you today?” Lee know asked placing a hand on his shoulder, Hyunjin wiped sweat from his forehead looking beyond exhausted.

“Yeah are You okay, you don’t look so good…” Jeongin asked and as Hyunjin’s gaze met yours across the room he shook his head ‘no’ in refusal. “Oh.”

“If you weren’t feeling well you never should’ve come Hyunjin-ah, your health is our top priority you shouldn’t push yourself so much.” Chan asked of him shaking his head. “Go home and rest okay?”

“Yeah, feel better hyung.” Seungmin agreed with a gentle smile.

“Okay, I’m sorry again.” Hyunjin apologized as Felix handed him a towel and a bottle of water. “I’ll go…home after Y/n and I go to HYBE.”

“Alright.” Chan nodded.

Hyunjin immediately approached you and sat down next to you, you shook your head in concern. “We don’t have to go…”

“But you’re so excited to see the girls, it’s fine we can go.” He assured you, “I’ll be fine promise.”

“Promise?” You clarified.

“Yeah, let me Just get changed.” He affirmed. “I’ll take the medicine now I think.”

“Okay,” you agreed handing him the a bottle of water and a two pills which he took gladly. “Let me know if you start feeling worse, we’ll go home.”

“Okay.” He agreed. “My stomach feels a little off though, God I hate having migraines because it always makes me feel like this.”

“I’m sorry baby.” You hushed. “It’s probably because you’ve taken the medication on an empty stomach.”

“Yeah probably, it just feels off like my breakfast is moving around.” He told you. “Let’s just go, it’ll be fine.”

“Okay.”

__

By the time you arrived at HYBE the fimmies we’re waiting for you in the studio, you hugged them all and Hyunjin said did so as well, having been well acquainted with them since they were such close friends of yours.

You put on the headphones Yunjin gave you as Hyunjin sat down in the corner talking to Chaewon about one thing or the other.

“Watch him for me Chae.” You asked her in secret, “he isn’t feeling well today but he’s being stubborn so just let me know if anything comes up.”

“Aww really? Shame. I’ll be sure to do so, I’ve got him don’t worry.” She assured you giving you a side hug.

As you listened to Yunjin’s new song you were still amazed at how incredibly talented your friend was, how she was able to write such amazing songs.

“This is amazing!” You complimented her and she smiled.

“You mean it?” She lit up, “I was so uncertain about it.”

“No I mean it you did well.” You comforted.

Just then Chaewon tapped your shoulder and she had a worried look on her face,

“What is it Chae?” You asked her taking off your headphones. “Is it Hyunjin?”

“Yeah he said he’s really not feeling well.” She told you, “you can go home you know? We love you for coming but it’s okay!”

“Yeah Y/n it means so much to me that you showed up despite everything.” Yunjin thanked you.

“Of course I had lots of fun, let me go check on him.” You told them and made your way over to the couch Where Hyunjin was seated, his skin was pale and his hair stuck to his forehead. “Hi baby, you okay?”

“No I feel nauseous my head is killing me, I don’t feel good.” He told you, tears collecting in his eyes. “I’m sorry I’m ruining your day.”

“No you’re not love don’t talk like that,” you attempted to comfort him, “lean your head on my shoulder it’ll make you feel better just close your eyes. “Chae is driving the car closer to the entrance so you don’t have to walk far.”

“Mmm.” He sighed leaning against you and placing a hand over his stomach.

“Migraines are the worst, I’m sorry.” Yunjin apologized. “Feel better Yeah?”

But Hyunjin was so out of it he could barely hear her, he burried his face into your neck and said, “I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“Shhh, don’t worry you won’t.” You attempted to calm him down but you could hear his stomach doing flips and knew.

“The nearest bathroom is two floors down and the elevator isn’t working today.” Kazuha warned.

“Shit.” You cursed just as Hyunjin gagged and covered his mouth, he shut his eyes as vomit began to deep through his fingers. “Is there a trash can?”

“No I’m sorry!” Yunjin apologized but tossed a towel onto the floor to at least attempt to do the cleaners a favor for what was inevitably happening. “There.”

“He can just throw up there’s no time.” Kazuha told you.

“Just let It Go Hyunjin it’s fine baby, you’ll feel better afterwards.” You comforted him as he let go of his mouth and gagged once more as a thick stream of vomit splattered onto the floor despite the towel. “I’m sorry baby.”

“Y/n…” He groaned and held your hand as he started throwing up again, his watery breakfast making an appearance in front of you as Chaewon arrived with a trash can and stepped back as to not get any on her shoes. He coughed as you put the trash can under his chin and he continued throwing up bile.

“Shhh you’re okay.” You hushed.

“I’ll call the cleaners.” Kazuha volunteered leaving the room.

“I’ll call Chan and tell him you can’t make practice tomorrow too.” You told Hyunjin as he nodded silently, saliva dripping from his mouth and vomit through his nose. “You’ll be okay.”

After the whole ordeal at hybe you and Hyunjin went home and you helped him take a shower before settling into bed, he fell asleep fast and you held him close to you. “Sleep well angel.” You hushed. And he did just that.

[k-sickies]

Rest, please //

⚠️ emeto

Summary:

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[crystalsnow95z]

This was written long ago that I planned to edit but decided I'll keep it as is since I'm behind on all my requests and its fitting with the season. This is one I wrote just for me.

Sickie; jungkook, Taehyung and Hobi

Warning; vom!t

Caretaker: ot7

Jungkook gathers leaves as Hobi talks to the camera, doing a bangtan bomb after finishing up their latest photo shoot. He first goes after Namjoon, but he notices him and points to Hobi.

Jungkook smiles mischievously, nodding and shoving the leaves into the back of Hobi's hanbok. He giggled loudly as he bolts towards the woods.

"Get back here, you little punk!" Hobi runs after Jungkook, trying to remove the leaves as he runs after the mankae. Jungkook trips, not able to notice the rabbit hole because of the blanket of leaves,tumbling to the ground.

Hobi tries to skid to a stop, but slips on the leaves, falling on his tailbone. "Aiish.. Jaykay are you hurt?"

"My ankle hurts a bit, but I think I'm okay." Jungkook rolls his ankle, checking to see if it was sprained. "Are you?"

"I'm fine..just a sore bottom..You're such a brat!" Hobi throws leaves at Jungkook.

"Are you guys okay?" Taehyung ran to catch up with them when he heard the crash of them falling, relaxing when he saw Jungkook throw leaves back at Hobi, the two playing.

"Yeah. Just be careful.. it's slippery.. it must've rained recently here.." Hobi warns. "I'm surprised you didn't fall too.."

Taehyung offers his hand to Hobi, but when he tries to pull him up, the older slips on the wet leaves once more, bringing the vocalist down with him. "Aiish!"

"I'm sorry, Taehyungie!" Hobi apologizes, hugging him close. "I'm sorry are you okay?"

"I'm okay.. you helped cushion my fall..Ah Jiminie stay away! Its dangerous!" Taehyung shouts fearful of him suffering the same fate as them when he sees Jimin running to check on them.

"We're okay Jimin-sii. Don't worry!" Jungkook reassures him.

Jimin slows down, relaxing. "I got worried when I heard Tete. What happened?"

"The leaves are slippery.. so I fell chasing Jungkook because he shoved dead leaves down my back." Hobi narrows his eyes with mock anger, throwing more dead leaves at the youngest.

"Rapmonie-hyung encouraged it." Jungkook says with a giggle, tossing the leaves back at him.

"Gukkie you got me too!"Tae whines, shoving a handful of leaves down the front of Jungkook's shirt despite the youngers struggle against it.

"You guys are ruining your outfits." Jimin laughs, nearly falling. "Come on we're supposed to be wrapping up."

"They are wrapped up.. in each other." Jin jokes.

Jimin jumps at the sudden sound of Jin's voice. "Hyung when did you get here?"

"Joon-ah sent me to look for you." Jin replies, smiling fondly at the younger members, seeing Taekook double teaming J-hope, burying him with the autumn leaves as he laughs.

"Okay, I'll pull up Tete. You can pull up Jaykay." Jimin and Jin work together to separate the youngest members.

"It's time to go. We still have practice to do." Jin says, brushing leaves from Jungkook's clothes. "You're soaked.. go change so we can go. All three of you."

"Okay Seokjinnie hyung." Hobi takes Jungkook's hand to pull himself up, everyone leaving to continue the rest of their busy schedule.

"5..6..7..8.." Hobi tried counting over the music, but his voice wasn't carrying as loud as it usually does. He thought nothing of it, just motioning for staff to turn the music down. They've been working nonstop for their new album, and between practice, making the studio recordings, music videos, and photoshoots, he wasn't surprised his throat was getting sore.

The team went over the choreography once more without vocals, then again Jimin started the song strong, but when jungkook tried to follow his voice cracked when he tried to hit the higher notes, coughing.

"Jungkook, are you okay?" Jimin quickly finds him a water bottle.

"My throat hasn't recovered since we recorded.." Jungkook frowns, taking the water from Jimin. "Thanks jimin-sii.."

"Sing at a lower range for now, okay? We'll focus on the timing." Namjoon gives him a sympathic smile. He's been doing vocal lessons on top of recordings.. I should've told him to lay off the lessons until we finished recording..

"Alright, Namjoonie-hyung." Jungkook takes a drink of water, the coolness soothing his throat. "I hope it's better by next week.."

"You should be fine by then as long as you rest your voice as much as possible." Yoongi reassures him.

"I'll make you some tea when we get home." Jin offers, looking at both Jungkook and Hobi. Even if Hobi didn't say it out loud he could hear the strain in his voice.

"Thanks hyungie. That'd be great." Hobi smiles.

The seven members start up practice again, changing notes to be lower for Jungkook. Everything was going smoothly until Hobi started slowing down halfway through the fifth song, wrapping his arm around his middle, making Jungkook smack into him, Hobi losing his balance.

"Are you okay Hyungie? I'm sorry I didn't notice you stopped moving." Jungkook dropped to his knees next to Hobi, checking him for injuries.

"Yeah.. yeah I think I just need to eat something..my stomach started cramping up. I should've had something other than coffee.."

"I'll find you something.." Jimin quickly leaves the room.

"Here, drink some water for now." Yoongi gives Hobi a water bottle, helping him take small sips. "Any better?"

Hoseok nods, relaxing with the pain dies down. "Sorry..I didn't mean to worry you guys.."

Jimin returns to the room with a banana, letting go of the breath he didn't know he was holding when he sees that Hobi was no longer clutching his stomach. "Here Hyungie."

"Thanks Minnie.." Hoba gently peels the banana open, taking a few bites. "I'm feeling better now.. let's take a few minutes break and start again.."

Practice started again and everything was fine for an hour, until another member started showing signs of pain. Taehyungs movements started getting smaller and smaller, until it was unacceptable to Hobi.

"Taehyung-Ah, It's fine to practice like that right before a concert but you have to give it your all right now. I know you're tired but so is everyone else." Hobi scolds him, eyes widening when Taehyung suddenly sits on the ground his knees giving in.

"I'm sorry..i can't move well..my stomach just hurts hyung.." Taehyung whines softly,wrapping his arms around his middle. Hobi feels his stomach drop to the floor, feeling guilty for not noticing how pale or how shaky the husky toned vocalist became.

"What? When did it start hurting?" Yoongi blinks slowly, taken back by Taehyung's sudden confession rushing to his side reaching to touch his bloated stomach, feeling his muscles constrict under his hand. "Aiish Taehyungie.."

"This morning it was a little upset.. I didnt want to complain, especially not after Hobi-hyungie and Jungkook not feeling well either, but I can't do this. It keeps getting worse.."Taehyung says groaning when his stomach gurgles.

"Aiigo, Voo, you should've said something earlier.. You shouldn't push yourself so hard.." Jin sits next to him. How could he have missed how quickly his health declined. "Do you feel like you're gonna throw up?"

"I don't think so.. I just want to lie down and try to sleep the pain away." Taehyung whispers, closing his eyes tightly as another ripple of pain hits.

"I'll get someone to take you home." Jin looks to the staff members.

"Can I go with him, hy..hyung?" Jungkook clears his throat when his voice breaks. "I don't think I can continue singing anyway..it was only high notes before.. but now it's hurting to talk.."

"We could end practice early today." Namjoon suggests. "Jungkook and Taehyung both aren't in good condition and I know everyone else is tired too."

Hobi nods in agreement. He didn't think it was just a lost voice with Jungkook. The young vocalist was also out of breath much quicker than usual, and his voice was weakening at an alarming rate and his own stomach was still aching."We got the choreography perfect today and yesterday. We'll be fine if we cut out a few hours."

Jin and Namjoon lead Taehyung to the bedroom, pulling the blanket back, easing him into his bed. "Here Tae lay down, Yoongi is going to get you medicine.." Jin rubs his neck gently as Namjoon gets a trashcan to put by the side of the bed.

I don't understand..just yesterday he was playing with Hoba and Jungkookie..

Jin frowns, feeling sweat on the back of Taehyung’s neck. "Namjoon-ah I think he's starting to run a fever. Could you get a thermometer?"

"Of course Hyung." Namjoon leaves the room, brushing past Yoongi.

"Here I got some medicine for you, Taehyungie." Yoongi presents the medicine bottle, measuring a dosage of medicine out.

While Yoongi preps the medicine, Jin helps Taehyung sit up, feeling his body sway. "Woah, I got you.."

Taehyung felt dizzy when he got up, leaning heavily against Jin's broad shoulder. His stomach churned as soon as he was upright again, pushing up the toast from breakfast. "Hyu..hyung.."

"F*ck..Sh*t.." Yoongi quickly picks up the trash can from the floor when Taehyung burps, pushing up the sick. "It's okay.. you'll feel better once it's out.."

Taehyung hugs the trashcan as he empties his stomach into it with a loud retch, splashing sick into the plastic liner. Jin scratches lightly across his back, feeling his spine arch as his stomach pushes up thick bile.

"Taehyung.." Namjoon stops in the doorway, eyes widening when he sees how pale Taehyung became in such a short time. He thought he was doing better after he was asleep the whole car ride home without any problems, but he was foolish to think a short rest was enough to make a difference.

"Go get me a wet cloth and a bowl of water, please. His temperature is rising fast." Jin orders, Namjoon quickly leaving the room again. "It's okay, hyung will get you feeling better, just try to take deep breaths, okay?"

Taehyung goes to reply, but another wet burp comes instead, more sick filling the small bin. He presses the trash tighter against his stomach, trying to ease the pain with pressure. "It..it hurts.."

"I know baby.. I know.. you're doing so good.. you're almost done.." Jin encourages him gently, rubbing his palm up and down Taehyung’s sweaty back.

Yoongi holds Tae's bangs out of his face. "I'll get you a heat pack when you finish. It'll help with the pain.."

Namjoon returns to the room, giving Jin the wet cloth and placing the bowl on the side table. Jin thanks him, using it to wipe the sweat that was pooling on the back of Taehyung’s neck.

The amount of sick that came from Taehyung started to dwindle down,making the three older men start to relax as the younger took deep breaths, the tension in his shoulders ebbing away.

"I..I'm done.." Taes voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, loosening his grip on the bin. "Water...?"

"Here baby." Jin opens the water bottle for him. "Rinse out your mouth first then drink okay?"

Taehyung nods, taking in a mouthful of water and swishing it around a bit before spitting it out, trying to rid himself of the awful taste, then taking a few mouthfuls, cautious not to drink to much in fear of making himself sick once more.

"Can you swallow some medicine for me, Vuu?" Jin asks gently, rubbing his stomach.

"I think so.." Tae says hoarsely, accepting the medicine cup Yoongi offered him, swallowing it down quickly. "I'm sorry you had to see that.."

"Don't worry about it." Yoongi brushes off his apology. "Do you feel any better?"

"My throat and stomach hurt..and it's cold.. could I have the heat Yoongi-hyung..?" Taehyung asks, rubbing his hand across his sore stomach, muscles screaming in pain from the force of kicking everything out of it.

"Of course. I'll go get it." Yoongi leaves the room without hesitation. On his way to his room, he jumps at the sudden loud coughing coming from Jungkook "Are you okay, Jungkook?"

Jungkook made the 'okay' sign with his hand, continuing to cough into his blanket. Taehyungie-hyung was throwing up.. I can't distract them from taking care of him. Not for a cough.. I'll just take some medicine and go to bed early.. "I took a drink of water, and it went down wrong.." Jungkook says, pointing to the water bottle on the table.

Bullsh*t.. the lid is still on it.

Yoongi didn't call him out on it, though. He could worry about Jungkook later. Right now, he told Taehyung he would get him a heating pad to help his stomach. "Well, take some medicine just in case. Taehyungie is sick, and you were all over him yesterday."

"Okay Hyung."

Yoongi goes back on his quest, getting the item and returning to Taehyung ,plugging in the heating pad and placing it across Taehyung lower abdomen. "You can't use it for too long though, okay?"He says as a gentle reminder he couldn't take heat well.

Taehyung nods, the heat easing the pain away, his body relaxing"Thanks Hyung..that feels better.."

"Good..try to get some sleep, okay? Namjoon-ah." He motions for the rapper to lean closer."Go check up on Jungkookie, please? He was coughing really badly." Yoongi whispers by his ear, not wanting Taehyung to hear.

Namjoon nods,taking the medicine from the table and going to his room. "Tae is doing better. He was falling asleep when I left." He starts the conversation lightly. Jungkook had the awful habit of hiding his pain, not wanting to add more stress to the older members.

"Do you think we need to take him to a doctor?"

Namjoon could hear Jungkook holding back a cough.

"We'll see if the medicine helps. It might just be a stomach bug and he'll be okay in the morning. How about you? You were coughing a lot during practice. Are you feeling okay?"

"I just have a sore throat. My stomach doesn't hurt like Taehyungie-Hyungie, or do I feel feverish. I think I just overdid it." Jungkook tried negating his worries, down playing how he felt. He left out the pounding headache that he had all day and the fact that despite fact he hardly ate anything all day, the smell of Jimin and Hobi cooking in the kitchen made his stomach queasy "But Yoongi-hyung wants me to take medicine just in case.."

"Yeah he told me that, so I brought it with me." Namjoon feels the tension leave his shoulders when jungkook brings it up on his own, relieved he wouldn't have to fight with him to take it. He pours the younger the small cup of medicine, handing it to him

Jungkook takes it with a shaky hand, swallowing the medicine quickly hoping that Namjoon didn't notice.

"I'm tired, so I'm going to rest until dinner is finished. Its been a long week and its rare we get time to rest.." Namjoon says in hopes Jungkook would lay down and get the sleep he needs so he can recover and he falls for the trap.

"I'll lay down too. I'm a bit sleepy.." Jungkook lays down with a big yawn head hitting his makeshift pillow not taking more than a few minutes to fall asleep, snoring softly.

Namjoon gets up from his bed slowly, using the thermometer to confirm the low grade fever jumping back to avoid Jungkook coughing on him. "We're down two members.."

"Jaykay...jungkook-ah dinner is ready. Do you think you could eat?" Hobi goes into the room to check on him. Namjoon told him about his fever and that his cough became worse, but remembering the youngest vocalist only had one piece of toast with jam that morning made him unable to comfortably let him sleep.

"Mm..? Hoseok..ah..hyung..I'm not hungry.." Jungkook's voice sounded worse than earlier, coming out weak and scratchy. He was hardly awake, eyes not even open as he tried to turn him down.

"But you haven't eaten in twelve hours. Could you at least try to eat some soup?" Hobi tries encouraging him, gently running his hand up and down jungkook's side.

Jungkook stretches out, coughing into his arm. "Okay..okay..I'm up.." He could hear the worry in Hobi's voice and the older was right. He couldn't go to bed without eating something. What if I do have what Taehyungie-hyungie has? I don't want to throw up without anything in me..

Hobi helped Jungkook sit up, placing a tray of soup in front of him. "Do you want me to feed you?"

Jungkook tried to eat it on his own, but when he picked up the spoon the itch in his throat worsened, making him cough, spilling the soup onto the tray when it makes his chest rattle. Hobi quickly pulled the tray off.

"Aiish.. you scared me." Hobi sighs in relief when he sees none of the broth got on Jungkook.

"I'm.. I'm sorry.." Jungkook says between coughs.

"It's okay baby. It was an accident. I just didn't want it to spill on you. Let me do it. Okay?" J-hope feeds Jungkook bite by bite.

Meanwhile in another room, Jimin was helping with the second youngest, carrying a tray with him.

"I made you some soup. You don't have to eat it if you arent up to it though." Jimin says sympathically when he sees Taehyung was awake in his room, coughing Into the pillow he wrapped around.

"I don't know lf I can..but..I'll try.." Taehyung sits up slowly, closing his eyes when his head spins."If I don't eat I can't get better..and I feel awful.." He whines to himself, fighting against the dizziness.

"I know.. it's okay. Just a few bites for now okay?" Jimin scoops up some bean sprouts with the spoon, blowing on it before offering it to Taehyung.

Taehyung opens his mouth, taking in the bite, then another instantly regretting the second when he gags, having to force it back down with a hard swallow. He turns away from it, the smell of food making him feel worse. "No.. no.."

"Sh*t.. I'm sorry.. I'll take it away.. I'm sorry." Jimin quickly takes the bowl from the room. "Hyungie, Taehyung’s too sick for food.. His lips turned white after a couple bites, and he hardly forced it down.. what are we gonna do?"

"We'll get him some mineral water or something to replace food until his stomach settles. Why don't you go help Hoba? He didn't eat yet. He said he wanted to check on Jungkookie first." Jin heart sinks at the fact he couldn't even hold down soup, but didn't want Jimin knowing how worried he felt, quickly changing the subject.

"Alright. I'll go check on them." Jimin leaves to Jungkooks room relieved to see at least one of their patients eating. "Hobi-hyungie let me do it. You almost fainted at practice.. you need to eat."

"Oh..right.. I need to eat too." Hobi says, despite the fact he didn't feel hungry. It must be all the stress..

Hobi lied to himself. He refused to admit he was getting sick. Not when the two youngest were coughing up a storm and unable to eat. He leaves to the kitchen to get some kimchi Kongnamul guk.

"Oh good, you are eating. I was worried you'd be too busy caring for the others. I already had to force Jimin to sit and eat before seeing Voo." Jin smiles when he sees J-hope take a bite."

The warm broth soothed his sore throat, taking a few bites before talking. "What about Namjoonie and Yoongi-hyung?"

"Namjoon-ah said he wanted to sleep more and Yoongi went to the store." Jin explained. "I'll get Yoongi when he gets back and Namjoon when he wakes up. He's been working all nighters on the bonus track trying to make it usable before the album drop. I'm surprised he's not the one sick."

Hobi only eats half of the soup he put in the bowl, filling up quickly. The food felt uncomfortable in his stomach. "I'm finished. I'm gonna go lay down too. I want to get up early to help Joon with the song."

"Good idea. I wish I was better at songwriting so I could help." Jin admits. "Good luck."

Yoongi was a light sleeper, jolting awake when he hears the toliet seat smack against the porcelain bowl. "Aiigo..Taehyungie.." he rushed to the bathroom, slowing for a moment perplexed when he heard J-hope gagging, not Taehyung. "Hoba?"

It didn't matter which it was. He still opens the bathroom door, kneeling beside the ailing teammate. "It's okay, hyung is here.." Yoongi gently pulls Hobi's hair back with an elastic hair tie, rubbing his back.

Hobi goes to speak, but ends up burping up sick, eyes watering as the smell of his own Vomit sends his stomach whirling, pushing up mouthfuls of thick bile without breaks to breathe.

"Breathe Hoseok..you'll hurt yourself.." Yoongi urges Hobi. "Please try.."

Hobi tries to obey, but when he breaths in, his throat fills with sick, spraying it all over the toliet. He whimpers, head spinning making it hard to even keep sitting up right. "Hyung.." he whimpered, feeling himself sway despite his death grip around the toliet bowl. Yoongi wraps around him to keep him upright.

"I got you.. it's okay.." Yoongi could feel Hobi trembling in his arms as he pushes up everything he had left in his stomach, continuing to dry heave even after he had nothing left to give.

"Hoba..hoba...Hoseok-ah.... hey..you need to breathe.." Yoongi's voice was filled with panic when he feels Hobi get heavier in his arms. "Sh*t.. Hyungie! HYUNG..."

The sound of Yoongi's scream wakes up the house, Namjoon, Jin, Jimin and Taehyung rushing to see what was wrong.

"What happened Yoongi?" Jin is the first to ask, eyes widening when he sees Hobi Iimp in his arms.

"Hoba fainted.. he just..kept trying to throw up without taking a breath and then he just stopped.." Yoongi explains talking quickly, cradling the now unconscious Hobi in his arms as Hobi's body works overtime to catch up on oxygen it desperately needed.

"We can get him to a hospital if he doesn't wake up within a minute or two.. he probably just hyperventilated." Jin speaks calmly despite his heart thumping hard in his chest, eyes dilated in fear."Taehyungie, you should be in bed." Jin scolds him. "Jiminie, Joonie take him to bed. Me and Yoongi can handle this."

"No.. no let me stay until Hobi-hyung wakes up..I'm okay." Taehyung begs with tears filling his eye,ignoring the fact without the doorframe to lean on he wouldn't be able to stand. "Please..?"

"Tete..Tete, hyung.. is okay..i..I just.." Hobi tried to speak, but he was still struggling to catch his breath, continuing to pant with each word"Go..go..back.. to bed.. I'll..I'll come lay with you in a minute.." The last part came easier, sitting upright to help himself breathe easier.

"Are you sure you're okay Hoba?" Namjoon asks, looking over Hobi. "You still look pale."

"Yeah. I'm fine. I just..freaked out because I couldn't breathe which only made it worse..I'm sorry..I didn't mean to scare everyone.." Hobi bows his head, shakily making it to his feet. "I'm feeling better now.."

"I still think you should go to a hospital.." Yoongi speaks softly, breath still coming out strained.

Hobi hugs onto Yoongi. "I'm sorry I scared you.. I'm okay though. I feel sore, but I don't feel like I'll be sick anymore.."

"But what if it doesn't last? What if you do later?" Jimin frets, eyes widening with fear.

"If I do then I'll go.. until then I'll cuddle with Tete." Hobi smiles.

[ready-for-take-off]

So I feel like I haven't been posting a lot of non-fic content and figured I should try to start some conversations with some other people in this community! Anyone who wants to chat about fic-related stuff or why we even have this strange interest to begin with, feel free to comment or send an ask... :)

If anyone wants headcanons on a certain member or group, feel free to ask that too because I have quite a few of those for my main groups!

[dudadragneel]

I'm just gonna drop this here and hide....😳

Enjoy!

🦄 Can I request a fic where hyunjin n y/n were supposed to…yk (lol) and she really missed him and waited for him to come back from his trip to Japan so they could have some ✨alone time ✨ but when he comes back theyre in her room and she’s kissing him but he stops her and she gets hurt and thinks he doesn’t want her but he’s actually nursing a bad migraine. Then later they go out to the convienence store cus y/n needs to buy pads or something and it hits him really hard and he starts throwing up outside and y/n realizes he’s really not well. (You can take over from here …)

OF HEAT & PAIN

Having alone time when your boyfriend is an idol, is practically impossible, because of a few factors. They live in a dorm, so no chance you'd have alone time there; going to a hotel was a risky move due to fans and sasaengs. The last viable option was your house, but then again, his schedule was packed, especially now that he was an ambassador for Versace.

You couldn't even remember the last time you two had sex, it felt like it had been ages. To say you two were sexually frustrated was an understatement and he was coming back from Japan in a few days, so you were more than eager, just like him.

The night before his arrival you had called him, telling him to go straight to your house. And so he did.

As soon as they landed, Hyunjin walked in a different direction from the group, earning a few questioning looks.

- I'm going to y/n's.

He had gotten so excited when you called him he forgot to tell the others. And because of that, and the obvious hurry he was in, the boys couldn't help but tease him. Typical men's behavior.

To both you and Hyunjin, the ride to your house felt ridiculously long, each minute that passed was an eternity, only increasing the need to see each other, to feel each other.

You didn't prepare any romantic setting and neither was he expecting it, he just wanted to get to your house as fast as he could and so did you.

Each minute that passed just made the thirst increase in both of your bodies.

When he got to your house he barely said goodbye to the manager and went straight into the building.

You were waiting for him in the living room, anxiously pacing around, heart almost beating out of your chest in anticipation.

When you heard the door lock clicking, your heartbeat increased and you rushed towards it.

The long-haired boy opened the door dropping his bag on the floor and immediately grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him.

You barely exchanged words, your mouths only focused on feeling each other, he grabbed your ass lifting you and you wrapped your legs around him.

He took you to your bedroom, and you never broke the kiss. By the time he lay you down on the bed, his hair was all messy and his heart was beating fast as well.

There was only lust in both of your eyes, you took off his shirt and he took yours and his mouth started trailing every inch of your body, from your mouth, neck, collarbone, chest, waist, and inner thighs.

When he trailed back up and locked his lips with yours one more time, you started to feel him as well as your hands trailed down his back, his chest, his v-line, then reaching his belt and pulling him closer to you.

Not a single word was said, you both just drowned in each other's touch. You pushed him so now you were on top and just like him your mouth trailed his entire body, from his ears, neck, chest, his abdomen all the way to his v-line, you could feel him twitch under your touch and then trailed back to his mouth.

He grabbed your arms and pinned you on the bed, making his body get even closer to yours, lowering his hips so it was now touching your middle and you could feel he was aroused as you.

He kept kissing you passionately and your hands didn't leave the back of his head, none of you wanting this moment to end.

Then, unexpectedly, Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss and sat by the edge of the bed, leaving you with a confused look on your face.

He was so succumbed to lust he forgot the migraine he began feeling inside the plane and now, as the heat inside his body increased, his heartbeat was pulsating inside his head.

He knew his sudden action had hurt you, how could he just back away like this after arousing you so much and being away for so long?

Hyunjin was also taken aback by the way things turned out and left for the bathroom, and you just stood there sitting on the bed, all kinds of thoughts running through your mind. "Did I make him mad? Did I overstep a boundary? Did I get too ahead of myself?" And the worst of it all "Did he find someone else?" You were just frozen.

Inside the bathroom, he grabbed the edges of the sink, gripping it tightly out of pain and anger. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you and he couldn't believe his body would betray him like this.

He took a few deep breaths and looked in the mirror, his expression changed from one of utter lust and excitement to one of immense pain.

After a few agonizing minutes, he came out of the bathroom looking completely different from before and noticing how sad you looked.

He sat on the edge of the bed and took your hands in his, looking at them and not daring to lift his head to look at you. A deafening silence took over the room, mood completely different from before.

- Hyunjin? What happened?

You broke the silence, voice slightly shaky and hurt, afraid of what his answer would be.

- I'm sorry...I-

You swallowed hard not really wanting to hear his answer but then you saw a teardrop fall from his eye. You held his chin in your hands and gently lifted his head.

- What's going on? Why are you crying?

- I'm sorry, honey... I didn't mean to hurt you... It's just- my head, it's exploding.

As soon as he said that, he broke down into tears. He was looking forward to seeing you after so long and completely ruined the mood.

- Oh baby. Don't cry, please.

You said pulling him into an embrace, him wrapping his arms around you and burying his head in the crook of your neck. You could feel his tears in your body as well as his labored breathing, his bare back heaving up and down.

- Sshh...it's okay, it's okay...

You reassured him stroking his hair and kissing him. When he calmed down a bit he let go of you.

- I'm sorry...I soaked your clothes...

He said chuckling a bit, but then winced when a sharp pain stung his head.

- It might be a migraine, baby. Why don't you take some painkillers and then a shower?

- Okay. I'll do that.

- Call me if you feel unwell.

You closed the door and sat down next to it. If he hadn't been feeling this migraine today, you would've showered with him, but the romantic night you two were expecting had to be postponed.

While he was showering you got his bag which he left by the front door and noticed something peeking out of one of the pockets. Even though you two were both at it a few minutes ago, seeing that he was prepared made your face go red.

After taking his bag to your room, you went through some of your stuff and realized you had to go to the grocery store to buy some things that had run out. You were so anxious about his arrival and looking forward to the night that you completely forgot about that.

When he got out of the shower you were waiting for him, wearing comfy clothes and a rather worried expression on your face.

- How are you feeling?

- A little better. My head is still hurting but not as much as before. I guess the excitement ended up making it hurt more.

- You should've told me, baby.

- I couldn't. I was only thinking about you and I didn't even notice.

- Well. We'll raincheck this to another night.

- Of course baby.

He said pulling you in for another passionate kiss.

- Babe, I need to go to the grocery store. Wanna come with me?

- Sure.

- Take the painkillers before we leave.

- ok.

The store was close to your house so there was no need to get the car, it would be a waste of fuel.

You two walked very slowly, admiring the scenery and just trying to enjoy each minute.

The store was rather small, it was the typical neighborhood store run by the same family over the generations and they knew both of you. They knew Hyunjin was an idol but they always respected his boundaries and treated him like an ordinary person, and Hyunjin was grateful for that.

You started looking for the stuff on your list, like cup noodles. You were in the mood for a hot night not cooking, so cup noodles were the best choice.

Hyunjin was slowly walking behind you, his migraine was getting worse than before and the lights were making his eyes sting in pain. And not only that, the pain was increasing by the second and it was affecting his stomach as well.

As he walked, it kept doing flips, swirling around the food he had on the plane. He started to muffle queasy burps and a few of them brought up a small portion of vomit that he managed to swallow, a kind of reflux.

And he thought that maybe, there was a slight chance this was just reflux. But his stomach probed him wrong in a matter of minutes.

You kept on taking things here and there and putting them in the basket and he followed you, hand on his stomach trying to comfort the churning sensation.

Eventually, the walking just worsened his condition. He felt his stomach burn, painful gurgles coming from it, and then his mouth started tasting weird and filling up with saliva. Before his mind could even comprehend what was happening, his stomach contracted sending hot liquid up his esophagus hitting the back of his throat.

He clamped his mouth and ran out of the store startling the elderly couple that ran the store.

You were so focused you didn't notice Hyunjin practically vanishing from behind you.

The old man rushed outside to help Hyunjin while the woman went to tell you what was happening.

Hyunjin was outside of the store, bent over with his hands on his knees for balance as a wet burp brought up part of his last meal hitting the ground between his feet and while you weren't there, the old man kept patting his back.

- Aigoo~

The old lady accompanied you outside and you saw Hyunjin bring up a thin stream of vomit that mixed with the mess on the floor and ran to his side.

- Babe! What happened?

You asked, holding his hair back when he puked one more time and rubbing his back. The old couple went inside to give you some privacy and get some water and tissues for Hyunjin.

His stomach seemed to have given him a break, so he was now still bent over, only spitting out saliva.

- Honey? What happened?

- I don't know...my head started throbbing and then my stomach was churning...

- Oh honey, these migraines always get you huh? The painkillers didn't work then.

- No. It helped just a bit but then-

He was cut off by a queasy burp that was followed by a retch, a productive one bringing up even more of his stomach's contents making him bend over even more. He didn't have time to breathe before another two waves gushed out hitting the floor with a sickening sound.

He was then left dry heaving and retching but nothing but stomach juice came out.

The elderly couple came back holding a bottle of water and some tissues.

- Here, darling.

- Thank you.

You took the water bottle and uncapped it before handing it to Hyunjin who rinsed his mouth and then you wiped his mouth.

- Feeling better?

- Yeah...a bit...

But the effort that his stomach put him through to get rid of his meal, worsened his migraine even more, he felt like his head was splitting open and it was hurting enough to make him dizzy.

- I need to sit...

He said weakly, swaying a little bit but you and the old man managed to steady him and sit him on the step of the stairs. He put his elbow on his knees and rested his throbbing head on his hand.

You sat beside him, fanning his face and rubbing his back.

- Do you think you're gonna pass out?

- No...I just need a minute...

- Okay.

The elderly couple approached you, concerned all over their faces.

- Aigoo~ is everything okay, young man?

- Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry for the trouble.

- Oh, don't worry about it, love.

- I'm sorry for worrying you.

You said bowing.

- You don't have to. We wanted to make sure you were okay. You always drop by, of course, we care about you.

- Thank you. He's got a bad migraine but he'll be alright in a few hours.

- Drink a lot of water and get plenty of rest, young man.

- I will. Thank you.

The elderly couple went back to the store to get the things you were going to buy and gave them to you.

- Oh! Thank you. Baby, wait here, okay? I'll just go pay.

- There's no need to right now, darling. You need to take care of him first, you can come back later.

- Are you sure?

- Of course. Go on! Have a great night and get better soon, young man.

They entered the store and you were left with Hyunjin who was still sitting down, trying to make the dizziness go away, or at least decrease so he could stand up and walk back home.

- Here, drink some more. Small sips.

You said giving him the water bottle and sitting beside him, tucking his hair behind his ear.

- I love you, baby. I'm glad you're back.

- I love you too, honey. I'm home.

After a few minutes, Hyunjin felt well enough to go back home but you decided to support him anyway. You knew his migraines were no joke and that anything could happen on the way home, but thankfully nothing happened.

His head was still hurting but not as bad as before and as you two were walking, the moonlight was shining bright.

You stopped to admire the view, holding each other's waist and just feeling each other's presence.

Hyunjin took out his phone and took a picture of both of you and the moon, wanting to register this simple yet meaningful moment.

When you got home, you made sure Hyunjin ate something before he slept because feeling hungry on top of feeling nauseous was a horrible combination.

But his head was still hurting and affecting his stomach and a few minutes after he was done eating, his stomach wanted to get that out.

You were on the couch when he got up and rushed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

He went directly to the toilet where he ended up puking his dinner and you could hear retching coming from inside.

- Hyunjin? Is everything okay in there?

You asked knocking on the door.

- Y-yeah...I'll be out in a minute...

He responded and then threw up again but after the second bout, he was feeling better, relieved.

He rinsed his mouth, washed his face, and walked out of the bathroom.

- Did you throw up again?

- Yeah...but I'm feeling better now.

- Really?

- Yes. I think I got everything out.

- Well then. Let's just chill, you need it.

Thankfully, your house had a balcony, that you decorated with such care, it looked like a magical place. There were plants, lights, and a couple of paintings Hyunjin gave you and you cherished them with your whole soul.

You took him to the balcony and lay down on the big swing, motioning him to cuddle you, and so he did.

Once he was in your arms, he felt his whole body relax, a feeling he so much needed.

- I'm sorry for today...

- You don't have to.

- So...wanna pick up where we left off tomorrow?

- Only if you're feeling better.

You said, flicking his nose and then kissing him.

Both of you were still lusting for each other but that could be dealt with later, right now you both just wanted to feel and enjoy the cool breeze under the moonlight.

[17snifflesandsnzes]

Hello! I love your writing and I'd like to request a Vernon allergy fic, with hiphop unit as caretaker.

Thanks for the compliment! Here it is, I hope you enjoy!

I'd Say It Had Been A Pretty Eventful Day

Vernon pov:

I really should have known better than to even think about writing a song while it's peak allergy season. Guess I just didn't think it through. We had about a month left before our official comeback with the album FML and even though all the group songs had been recorded, all the units still had to record their songs. As far as I knew, the vocal unit had finished their recording and the performance unit would start recording later this week. But of course, we hadn't even written our song.

Jihoon hyung had left the writing and recording to us because we usually went with the flow and how we feel at a given moment but now, with the deadline so close, there was a sense of urgency that I could feel whenever Seungcheol hyung scheduled a hip hop unit songwriting session. So of course, when I checked the pollen count of the day we were going to finish our song, I couldn't help but groan. With my luck, it just makes sense that the day the pollen count is at an all-time high is the day I gotta write a song and record it. And unsurprisingly, I felt the effects of the pollen almost immediately after I woke up. I rubbed my hands over my face, groaning, as I sat up.

I went through my morning routine basically on autopilot and when I walked into the kitchen, I saw Mingyu hyung in the kitchen making breakfast. “Morning, Hansol!” Mingyu called out and I smiled. “Morning, hyung.” I took a seat at the table and rested my head in my hands. Wonwoo hyung joined me at the table. “I checked the pollen count for today. Are you gonna be okay?” I sighed before lifting my head to look at him. “We're only gonna be writing and recording. I'll be fine, hyung. Plus, we don't have a lot of time left and both Jihoon hyung and Coups hyung are getting pretty stressed right about now.” Wonwoo hyung looked like he wanted to say more but for my sake, he kept his mouth shut.

Seungcheol hyung joined us at the table for breakfast soon after. “Guys, let's try to finish up with writing the song and at least get some recording done today, okay?” All 3 of us nodded but I had the underlying feeling of dread. Knowing my allergies, it was wishful thinking to hope that I would get any work done. But maybe I'll push through this time? Right?

Wrong.

As soon as we stepped outside of the dorm, the sunlight hitting me in the face, I immediately felt a buzzing itch in my nose. I rubbed my wrist against my nose, trying to lighten the tickling sensation but that only seemed to elevate it. Accepting defeat, I turned my face directly towards the sun, my breath hitching, bringing up my arm to my face. “hh'ItShuhHh!- hh'hKtChuHh!-'' Mingyu looked back at me. “Bless you.” I thanked him, my ears burning from the attention.

After we entered our company van, I pulled out my phone, scrolling through it as we made our way to the company. Even after the sneezes from earlier, the tickle at the back of my sinuses absolutely refuses to dissipate. After about 5 mins in the van, I felt the tickle grow and I immediately pinched my nose hoping to hold back the sneeze. Unfortunately, that did nothing to relieve me of the tickle instead making my nose even more tickly. I brought my hand up to cup my nose and mouth, my eyes fluttering shut. “hh’AtKShuHh!- hh'IkKShuHh!-” I sighed as I rubbed my nose, which had started to run. I could feel the eyes of all 3 of my hyungs on me but I chose to ignore them, keeping my eyes on my phone instead.

Thankfully, we arrived at the company soon enough. At this point I just wanted this day to end but since we hadn't even started yet, I guess I can't complain. When we reached our recording studio, Mingyu hyung and Wonwoo hyung started to set up the equipment while Seungcheol hyung pulled me aside. “Are you gonna be fine today, Sol?” I sighed at the concern in his voice. I really needed to get through this recording. I smiled at him. “I'll be fine, hyung. Seriously, you don't have to worry.” Seungcheol nodded before joining the other 2 to help with setting up the equipment.

Soon, all 4 of us were sitting across from each other with a notebook in front of us, trying to come up with lyrics. We had come up with the main melody in the last songwriting session and now we had to come up with lyrics to that melody. I had hoped the tickle in my sinuses would eventually go away as I wasn't directly exposed to pollen. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. I had the irritating need to sneeze almost every second I was sitting there, coming up with lyrics. Though I hadn’t sneezed even once since I entered the studio, the tickle in my sinuses refused to go away. My eyes were also watering and my nose wouldn't stop running. I could tell the others were also aware of my growing discomfort and I was grateful that they chose to ignore it as I was already embarrassed enough.

We were coming up with lyrics for Mingyu's part and since I had helped with the writing of this song, the members kept asking me for feedback. “Vernon-ah, what do you think about this?” Mingyu asked me, passing me a notebook. Even though I tried really hard to focus on his lyrics, the tickling sensation at the back of my sinuses had finally reached its peak and soon enough, my breath started hitching again and I cupped my hands over my nose and mouth. “hh’KtShuhHh!- hh’HktCHuhHh!- hh’KtChUhHh!- Sorry.” Wonwoo handed me a tissue. “Bless you. And don't be sorry.” I nodded, heat rising up my cheeks from the attention I was getting. I cleared my throat, focusing my attention back to Mingyu's lyrics. “These are good, hyung! But for the ‘I got the fantasy and I got the dream’ I think saying ‘I got the’ in English and ‘fantasy’ in Korean would be more effective. It'll sound better too.” Mingyu nodded, scribbling in his notebook before he looked back up at me. Unfortunately, at the same time, I felt the annoying tickle return and my breath started hitching immediately. I felt my eyes water as I tried to keep them open to look at Mingyu. “Hansol, how about-” “Wait a sec, hyungHh…hh'hTkShuHh!- hh'AktChuhHh!- hh'KtShUhHh!- Ugh.” I took out a few tissues from the box Wonwoo had kept in front of me and blew my nose into them. My eyes still watering, I looked back up at Mingyu. “Sorry, hyung.”

Mingyu (and the other 2 hyungs for that matter) looked concerned. “Bless you, Sol. And it's fine. Are you okay?” I nodded and groaned, my nose tickling again. I felt my breath start to hitch but the sneeze just won't come, no matter how much I rubbed at my nose. Letting out a noise of frustration, I rubbed my knuckles back and forth on the bridge of my nose. That seemed to have finally urged the sneeze to come and I quickly pulled out a tissue from the box and turned away from the others. “Hhh…hh'HkTShuhHh!- hh'TtShUhh!- Hh…hh'ItChUhhH!- Oh my god…” I blew my nose again and then turned back to my hyungs. All 3 of them looked concerned and stern. “Are you sure you're okay, Vernon? You don't sound okay at all.” I looked at Seungcheol, meeting his eyes. “I'm fine, hyung. Plus, we really need to get this done. It's just allergies.” Even though I knew that it would probably be easier to just go home and rest, I didn't wanna quit now. I can pull through this, okay? The rest of the hip hop unit looked like they highly doubted I could pull through though. We continued writing lyrics and after what felt like hours, we finally finished the song. I heard Mingyu cheer loudly and Seungcheol let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, we're done with the song. Vernon, do you want to help us record since you wrote the track?” I nodded, moving over to sit in front of the computer.

Mingyu pov:

I seriously wanted to tell Vernon that he was fooling absolutely no one when he said that he was fine. He had been sneezing on and off for the entire day and right now, he looked absolutely miserable. The more time he spent in the studio, the worse he seemed to get even without direct exposure to pollen. But as he refused to rest, there was little we could do to make him comfortable. Right now, he was seated in front of the computer. He looked like he could barely even see through his watering eyes and I'm sure the bright screen wasn't helping at all. Seungcheol hyung had set up his mic to try and record the first few bars of the song unofficially so that we could pick up from there in our next recording session. Just as he was finishing up with his rap, I could see Vernon gearing up to sneeze again. He turned away from the computer, his arm coming up to his face. “hhTkChuhH!- Hhh…hhKtShuhH!- hh'HkTChuhHh!- Hhh…hhKtChUhhH!-” I could see his eyes shining with allergic tears as he turned back to the computer screen and I watched (in horror) as he accidentally clicked the wrong button and deleted the track.

For a minute, I could see him buffering as he probably didn't even understand what he had just done. And then I saw both Seungcheol hyung and Wonwoo approach him in shock. “Oh my god, Vernon-ah, did you just delete the track?!” Seungcheol sounded angry and Wonwoo just looked utterly shocked. Vernon stared at the screen in surprise. “What?”

“Did you just delete the track?! How could you, after all the effort we put into it?!”

I could tell Seungcheol hyung was on the verge of exploding so I quickly stepped in. “Relax, hyung. Maybe we can fix it?” I turned to the computer screen before taking Vernon's seat and scanning through the computer files. Wonwoo hyung joined me. “Try the recycle bin.” He told me and I scanned the app and immediately found the deleted track. I let out a sigh of relief as I restored it. From the corner of my eye I saw Seungcheol collapse onto a chair, looking lightheaded with relief. I scanned the room for Vernon and I found him with his hands cupping his face, his chest rising and falling with desperate gasps. “hh'AktChuhHh!- hh'HkTShuhHh!- Fuck.”

He looked up as he saw all 3 of us staring at him. “Sorry.” He said after a while, looking sheepish. Seungcheol let out a breath. “It's fine, Hansol-ah. But we're taking you home, okay? You need rest and we're not risking you working and then accidentally deleting our track again.” Hansol nodded, keeping his eyes down. I approached him, patting his back. “Hey. It's fine, Sol. We just want you to rest, that's all. Your allergies look like they could kill you right about now.” Vernon laughed at that and I turned to Seungcheol. “Do you want me to drive him home while you work?” I asked and he nodded. I turned to Vernon and picked up my keys. “C'mon then.”

I entered the company parking lot and entered my car, Vernon behind me. The ride from the company to our dorm was a bit long and I could see Vernon slowly falling asleep next to me. When we reached the dorm, I didn't wake him up immediately wanting to let him rest. Eventually, I patted his thigh. “Come on, Hansol-ah. You could sleep more inside.” He nodded tiredly and we entered the dorm. Upon entering, he immediately made his way to the couch and buried his face in his hands. I was about to offer him some water before he gasped softly, his eyes fluttering shut. “hh'HgTChuhHh!- hh'AktShuhHh!- Hhh…hhKtChUhHh!-” He sniffled wetly before looking up at me with tired eyes. I smiled sympathetically. “Bless you. Do you need some allergy meds?” “Yeah, hyung. Thanks.”

I nodded before taking out some antihistamines and handing them to him. After taking the medicine, I could see him fighting sleep almost immediately. I patted his shoulder. “You should get some, Hansol-ah. Today's sneezing must've tired you out.” He nodded tiredly before making his way to his room. Before he entered, he turned around in the doorway. “Thanks for today, hyung.” I smiled at him. “No problem, Sollie. Sleep well.” He smiled back at me before entering his room and collapsing on the bed. I saw him fall asleep almost immediately and I smiled, making my way out the door. As I was driving back to the company, I recalled all the things that had happened that day. I'd say today had been a pretty eventful workday.

[slayonehundredninetytwo]

i think i have one request, what about a sick jisung with the flu who has to miss the new year's eve party almost everyone is attending except for minho who chose to stay and welcome the new year with him even if it's just in his bed with tissues and maybe a bucket by his side, watching some kind of romcom until the fireworks light up the sky

(Set in the old dorms)

“You guys can go without me. Really, I’ll be okay here. It’s just a little cold anyway. I’ll probably just sleep the night away, you don’t have to waste your new year on me.”

“Okay, if you’re sure. But make sure you take you take you medicine and drink lots of water. The flu is no joke.” Chan said. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Jisung nodded.

“Promise?” 

“I promise.” he said, hooking pinkies with Chan, before ducking into his elbow to let out a harsh cough. 

“You guys have fun without me, alright?” Jisung said, parting ways with Chan. 

Jisung flopped onto his bed. He stayed there peacefully, but that peace didn’t last long, as he felt bile rising in his throat. Since the rest of his members were distracted getting ready to go, he slipped off to the bathroom, hoping to be able to be sick alone. He fell in front of the toilet, barely having time to open the lid before letting out a wet belch, a fountain of the little he’s eaten today spewing out painfully. The acidity burned his already sore throat. Tears spilled down his face, mixing with the remnants of vomit splashed on his face.

When he finally got a break, he leaned back against the wall, hearing a knock on the door.

Shit, he’s been caught.  He really didn’t want any of his members with him right now. He can handle his own.

“Hannie, can I come in?” Minho. Jisung has a soft spot for Minho. Maybe he can let him in. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have Minho take care of him.

He scooted himself to the door, quickly reaching up to unlock it. He scurried back to the toilet, feeling the second wave of vomit on its way up. Minho opened the door just as Jisung lost whatever was left in his stomach.

He cringed in sympathy, dropping to his knees and rubbing jisung’s sweaty back who instantly leaned into his touch. 

It didn’t take long before he had run out of stomach contents to bring up and was left dry heaving over the tainted water, occasionally coughing.

“Hannie I think you’re empty.” Minho stood, grabbing one of the little paper cups by the sink usually used to wash their mouths with water after brushing their teeth and filling it with water. He handed it to jisung who swirled the water around in his mouth before spitting it out, hoping to get rid of the foul taste left in his mouth. Minho took the cup and refilled it, passing it back to Jisung. 

“Drink it this time.”

Jisung complied of course.

“I’m going to stay back with you.”

“Nooo.” Jisung whined, laying his face on the toilet seat, almost blending in with the porcelain with how white his face was. In truth, Jisung wanted Minho to stay back. But he would never admit that.

“Okay Ji. Couch or bed?”

“Couch.”

He helped Jisung to get comfy on the couch, setting him up with a bucket and a box of tissues. Once he was all situated, Minho went to inform Chan that he was going to stay back, who was relieved that Jisung wouldn’t be alone all night while sick. He waved the rest of the group goodbye before voyaging back to the living room, the quiet hun of hans snores, who had fallen asleep sitting up. Minho sat down carefully onto the couch as to not wake the sleepy quokka. Jisung leaned into Minho’s warmth, feeling chilly from his fever. Minho cozied up under the blanket with him, placing his hand on Han’s forehead lightly, unsurprised at how warm he felt. Jisung rested his head against Minho’s shoulder. 

The next time the pair woke up was just about midnight, just in time to see the fire works. The colors bursted in the sky beautifully. Luckily, they’re dorms are far away that it’s not crazy loud and the just get to enjoy the colorful show. 

Although it was pretty, Han felt his stomach stirring. He urgently grabbed the bucket off the floor and put it between his legs, quickly drawing Minho’s attention from the fireworks display. He felt his hands combing through his hair, the sensation immediately relaxing him. The gagging was painful, his stomach had nothing left to give, it was turning inside out to try and find something to send up. Somehow, this was ten times worse than really throwing up. When his stomach did manage to bring something, it burned through his whole body, mostly containing bile and the little water he had drunk earlier. 

When he was finished, he practically collapsed back into the couch, strings of saliva still hanging from his chin. Almost immediately breaking out in a coughing fit. Minho grabbed a tissue and started to clean him up.

“‘Went out my nose. :(“

“Here, blow.” Minho held the tissue to Han’s nose, who (all though he found it kinda awkward and gross to do so) did as commanded and blew. Minho didn’t seem to find it awkward at all. 

Once they had settled back down, Minho carried Jisung (who was only about half asleep and probably could have walked himself, but wanted to be carried, like a child.) bridal style back to bed. He went to exit the room to his own bed for the night but was stopped by a shrill sickly voice.

“Can you stay?”

Minho smirked, “Oh so you’re awake now.”

“Shhh, just come cuddle with me.”

🫶

[whats-k-popping]

Cuz you're amazing. Wooyoung in his Bouncy era and the prompt “I got your hair, it’s okay.”

Thanks for requesting Anon! 🧡🧡🧡

Pairing: Wooyoung x Hongjoong - platonic intentions, but open interpretation.

Words: 1916

Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Vom!ting || Stomach Ache

Inspiration: Bouncy Era Wooyoung. (Using content from the MV filming with creative liberty).

“Cut!” The director calls out and all eight members drop their characters, trying to regain their breath after filming the group dance scene. “That’s a wrap for this location. San-ssi and Wooyoung-ssi, you’re off to the next location to film your scenes. Everyone else, filming resumes tomorrow.” Crew members hustle around the set to collect the equipment. Meanwhile, the members all walk back to wardrobe to get back into their street clothes. 

Wooyoung and San are quickly ushered away by the managers toward the van waiting to take them to the next location. Hongjoong tags along as well. If anyone asks, he just wants to monitor their progress. But the two 99z know Hongjoong’s going to keep an eye on them. And they can’t blame him for it. Not since their last solo shoot. 

“Can we get food on the way?” Wooyoung asks whoever is listening. “I’m starving.” He emphasizes, rubbing a hand over his stomach with a defined pout. 

“Wooyoung-ah, you still have to film. You don’t wanna dance on a full stomach.” Hongjoong reminds, “You’ll make yourself sick.” 

“Just a little something? Please,” the youngest pleads, “It’s mostly acting in the next scene. I don’t really dance. And my outfit’s loose too.” 

Hongjoong reviews the plans for San and Wooyoung’s solo shoot, reading over the notes. And Wooyoung’s right. There isn’t any choreo to film. So he doesn’t see why Wooyoung couldn’t eat something before the shoot. He sighs, “I guess there’s no reason you can’t get a snack.” 

Wooyoung’s pout morphs into a wide smile. “You’re the best, hyung!” He hugs the leader, much to his displeasure. 

Wooyoung chooses tteokbokki as his snack, despite Hongjoong warning him that something spicy might not be the best idea. The youngest 99 disregards the warning, reminding the leader that he loves spicy food. And he can totally handle it. Hongjoong’s skeptical, but the satisfaction on the younger’s face as he slurps up each rice cake eases him. 

“Spicy,” Wooyoung exhales slowly as he swallows the last bite. 

“Cheon-yang gochu vibe” San sings in response. Even Hongjoong has to laugh at the remark. 

When they arrive at the set, the three members separate. Wooyoung is set to shoot first, so he rushes off to wardobe. San’s directed to make-up to start applying his fake injuries. And Hongjoong reviews the set to make sure everything’s in order. He chats with the director and other crew members while he waits for Wooyoung to join them. 

Wooyoung’s not a man of many regrets. He trusts his decisions and makes choices passionately, even if they aren’t always the best choices. He sees no point in reflecting on the past or thinking in hindsight. And he always looks for the bright side of every situation and doesn’t try to assign blame. 

But this time. This time he thinks he’s made a mistake. His stomach gurgles while he’s getting his hair done. He knows something is wrong, and he hasn’t even moved around too much. Even though he’s not dancing on the set, he’s still moving around. And the remnants of his tteokbokki snack will be sloshing around with him. He finds himself wishing he hadn’t chosen such a spicy dish for his snack. 

They’re on a tight filming schedule. So he’s going to have to push through the discomfort and get in character. A few deep breaths and he’s ready to head out to the set. Wooyoung immerses himself in the character in order to suppress his angered stomach. 

The first few takes go on without a hitch. He has to suppress a few sour burps here and there, stifle hiccups every now and then. But there's not much movement. He just needs to sit in the van and let his expressions do all the work. 

He stands close to Hongjoong as they walk toward the boxing set. He contemplates telling his leader about his upset stomach, but he fears the barrage of 'I told you so's and 'I tried to warn you's that he's sure the leader would unleash upon him. So he fidgets with the hem of his button down and listens to Hongjoong's voice as they walk. 

Hongjoong is actually praising him. Or rather, praising his character, as they walk on. "This concept really fits you, Young-ah. The long hair really compliments your visuals." The leader plays with the ponytail, "I think Atiny will really like it." 

Typically, Wooyoung would bask in his leader's praises, even if it's just complimenting his consistent visual role in the group. He would usually bat his long lashes to get more attention. Or tease Hongjoong for showing any kind of affection. But he can't even force a smile. It's taking all of his effort to swallow the growing nausea and keep it at bay. 

The rapper also notices that Wooyoung's not responding to the compliments in his typical fashion. He had suspected that something was wrong during the van filming. He'd caught the younger member grimacing between takes with a fearful look in his eyes. He figured it was just nerves. So he's trying to boost the younger's confidence. It doesn't seem to be working. "Wooyoung, are you okay"? Before he even gives the other member time to answer, he continues, "You know to tell me if somethings wrong." 

A few seconds of silence pass between them and Wooyoung fidgets more. Hongjoong has to stop him before he rips a button of the shirt pulling at the hem like that. "Hyung, I-" he's about to confess when the director calls him to the set. His whole demeanor changes. "I'll tell you later." And he scurries to find the director. Hongjoong sighs as he goes to stand by the monitors. He ensures to keep an eye on Wooyoung and pull the plug if anything seems out of sorts. 

Wooyoung doesn't have any specific role here. He's just supposed to move around the boxing ring. They'll cut the best clips for the video later. It's both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, he doesn't have to move too much. But on the other, it leaves too much time for self-awareness. 

"Can't you give it more passion, Wooyoung-ssi. You're lacking energy." The director scolds. Wooyoung's movements aren't exactly aligning to the beat of the song. Wooyoung is obedient, so he starts jumping around the ring, all smiles and sexy expressions as if his stomach isn't tumbling inside of him. 

"Much better! Keep it up," The director praises. After who knows how long, the director calls a cut. "Okay, how about some shots jumping on the ropes?" The camera crew rearranges to shoot the far corner and Wooyoung gets into position. He turns his back to the camera and rubs his stomach, pleading that it holds out until after the filming. 

He does what he's asked to do. If he were feeling better, he might actually enjoy swinging and jumping around the ropes. But his stomach has had enough of it. The burps are coming more frequently, and they're getting harder to stifle. And each one brings back the spicy flavor of the tteokbokki that he's trying to forget. 

While he plays on the ropes, he feels his hair tie loosen, and with the next throw of his head, the strands fall around his face. The director quickly cuts the cameras and calls for the hair crew on set. 

Wooyoung jumps off the stand and runs off set. Hongjoong assumes at first he's rushing to the monitor to review, but the younger member sprints past the monitor area and past the crew. The leader watches as the long strands of hair bounce as he exits the stage. Before the director can yell at him for unprofessionalism, he apologizes and assures to bring the other back quickly. 

Hongjoong chases after Wooyoung, not with anger but with worry. He follows the patterned button down shirt all the way to the bathroom. "Wooyoung-ah!" He shouts to get the younger’s attention. 

Wooyoung can't turn around, too fixated on making it to the toilet in time. He hovers over the nearest sink with his lips pressed tightly together. As he stares down at the drain, he watches his long strands of hair dangle around what would inevitably be the splash zone. He tries lowering his head, but his hair just ends up sitting in the sink. And that's objectively worse. 

A long belch nearly tears his lips open, filling his mouth with foul tasting sick. But he manages to hold it back with a muffled whimper. He clenched his eyes shut and shakes his head, frustrated with the whole situation. He vows he'll never eat tteokbokki again after this fiasco. 

It's the calming voice of his leader that soothes his nerves. Long, gentle fingers scrape against his hairline, pulling the long strands of hair back. Hongjoong tightly grips the strands to keep them out of Wooyoung's face. 

"I've got your hair. It's okay." He coaxes the younger, placing his free hand over one of Wooyoung's against the edge of the sink. "You can let it out." 

It's embarrassing vomiting like this in front of their leader. But Hongjoong is the only person he feels like he needs right now. He parts his lips just enough to let the sick he had stored in his cheeks fall into the drain. Undigested chunks of tteokbokki fill the sink, too large to fit down the grate. The sight and the smell force another wave before he even has time to breathe. 

While Wooyoung catches his breath, Hongjoong guides the vocalist into a stall. He's easy to maneuver, relinquishing all control to the captain. The rapper situates him in front of the toilet and readjusts his grip on Wooyoung's ponytail. When Wooyoung doesn't immediately puke again, Hongjoong speaks, "Do you think you're done?" 

Wooyoung shrugs his shoulders. He certainly hopes so, but there's still a sour feeling in his stomach. 

"Do you think you can finish the filming?" He asks. He releases Wooyoung's hair, tucking the strands behind each of Wooyoung's ears just so they're out of the way. He makes a mental note to redo Wooyoung's ponytail once they're out of the bathroom. 

Wooyoung knows he doesn't really have a choice in the matter. "Can Sannie film now? I'll finish, I just need a few minutes." 

Hongjoong nodded, "I'll talk to the director. I'll let him know you're not feeling well, and see if they can film San's scenes now while you rest." 

"Thank you hyungie." Wooyoung cuddles against the elder. Hongjoong doesn't shy away despite his distaste for skinship or the putrid odor clinging to the vocalists lips. 

Once Wooyoung's stomach feels settled, he and Hongjoong make the journey back to the greenroom. "You know, this wouldn't have happened if-" 

Wooyoung cuts the leader off, "Hyung, no!" He whines, drawing out the last syllable. "Please no 'I told you so's. I don't feel good. I can't sit through a lecture right now." 

Hongjoong chuckles at the whiny member clinging to him as they shuffle through the studio. "Alright, I'll save it for later," He pets the younger's hair as they walk, thinking to himself about how much he likes the long strands. "kind of like you should have done with the tteokbokki." 

Wooyoung's stomach gurgles at that and a small burp jolts his body, like the mere mention of the food is enough to make him sick, "Hyung~~~." 

"Okay, okay." Hongjoong soothes, "You just rest, Young-ah. Hyung will take care of everything."

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A/N: I had tried listening to Bouncy on repeat while writing this, but eventually had to stop because I kept getting distracted by the chorus choreo. I had to stop. If this song isn't my Spotify #1 song, I will be legitimately surprised. I listen to Bouncy at least 5 times a day. I also watched the music video a ton and took notes from the MV Filming to include in this request. To say I'm obsessed with Bouncy era would be an understatement. So thank you for the request!

As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

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⌛🐿️ Nobody loves you like (we) do

Sickie: Hongjoong

Caretaker(s): Seonghwa (+Yunho + Jongho)

“Maybe you should just go to bed, Joong-hyung”, San suggested as Hongjoong yawned for the umpteenth time that evening. Hongjoong supposed that was fair, he really was tired.

Still it was their monthly super-important-very-obligatory-no-you-cannot-stay-late-at-the-studio-to-work-Hongjoong-hyung-movie-night as Wooyoung had titled it. Nobody had dared dispute it. Hongjoong wanted to be there, spend time with his members for once. He knew he spend too much time at the studio working on songs so it was nice to just relax with them.

The kids had spread out all over their furniture in the living room, leaving just a tiny space for their oldest hyung at the edge of the sofa. The moment Seonghwa had sat down, Mingi's head had landed in his lap. Typical. They were a bit more merciful to Hongjoong, glad to have him home and aware he wouldn’t like to be cuddled to death, so he was allowed to just curl up against Yunho’s side. The dancer had looked way too gleeful when Hongjoong had arrived, waving him over. From the way the others were pouting Hongjoong supposed Yunho had won some sort of game.

But he was glad for his current seat. Truth be told, Hongjoong had been happy to avoid the bee’s nest that was the other end of the couch where Wooyoung, San and Yeosang were lying together, limbs so tangled it was impossible to tell what belonged to who. For a moment Hongjoong wondered how in the world that could be comfortable (not that he ever wanted to find out), but that was when Yeosang shoved Wooyoung off of him so he would not get crushed.

For some time they all were focused on the movie and the popcorn for which Seonghwa had sacrificed a nice sitting space. 

Well, most of them were. Hongjoong hadn’t really been paying attention from the beginning, eyes falling shut the moment he had sat down. He probably had fallen asleep at some point. As he looked up, the protagonist of the movie was blind and the whole world was in flames – Hongjoong didn’t know why but at this point he was afraid to ask. No need to get teased even more about his inability to stay awake to watch movies.

“You keep yawning and, knowing you, you have no idea what is happening anyways”, Wooyoung added, speaking around a handful of popcorn and grinning cheekily. Hongjoong growled at him but he didn’t argue against that. He knew better than trying to lie about something he had no idea about. Any question about the movie – including the title – would out him.

Maybe it was for the best if he went to sleep early or, well, earlier than normal. They had a free day on the weekend where they could spend more time together when Hongjoong was actually awake. It was perhaps the better choice for all involved.

So Hongjoong nodded and de-lodged himself from his comfy position half on Yunho to stretch. 

“Good night, guys”, he said, interrupted again by a yawn again, and left to get ready. He quickly brushed his teeth and climbed up the ladder to his bunk. His energy was close to zero so he was glad he didn’t have to change clothes, already wearing pajamas from after his shower.

He closed his eyes and curled around his pillow, longing for dreamland.

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Yet, sleep escaped him, no matter how tired he was. He turned around to find a more comfy situation, pausing in his movement as his stomach lightly cramped. Huh, weird. As soon as it had come it went, so he didn’t think much of it at first.

Then the nausea crashed over him and he had to swallow against the sudden, unexpected and very much unwelcome tightness in his throat. He tasted bile in his mouth, not unlike when he had heart-burn, and he swallowed again. What was going on? He had been fine all day but now from one second to the next he felt terrible.

His tiredness had given way to extreme exhaustion and he felt so, so sick. Moving any limb seemed like a herculean task and, no matter how much he tried to work through it, it didn’t matter. He couldn't find a position that was comfortable to lay in and where he might be able to sleep through this weird queasiness.

Hongjoong laid still for what seemed like hours, but it was unlikely considering that Seonghwa hadn’t come in to sleep yet. He kept palming his stomach in hopes of calming the storming sea inside down. 

Unexpectedly his stomach gave another lurch and, clenching his jaw shut, he feared he would actually throw up then and there on his bed. Hongjoong held his breath and slowly the nausea subsided, leaving him with an awful taste in his mouth. This was not good. He fought against the tears wanting to escape his tightly shut eyes. He was so tired.

But instead of falling asleep as he so desperately wanted he realized that he needed to climb down the steps of his bunk bed and drag himself to the bathroom to hopefully avoid disaster. Well, Hongjoong wanted to avoid vomiting altogether but that possibility was becoming moot. So being in the bathroom was the second best choice. Probably. He really didn’t want to disturb the other members.

He activated his phone’s flashlight, for the first time noticing the headache assaulting his brain as the light seemed to literally stab his retinas. He took a deep breath and slowly, with the help of the railing of the bunk bed, he sat up. His stomach cramped again and he whimpered silently. Painfully, he took each step down the ladder, shaking from cold and nausea, socketed feet finally reaching the ground just as he started to fear he would fall from the dizziness.

Hongjoong walked down the dark hallway as quickly as possible. Quietness had to be sacrificed in place of quickness. Why did he and Seonghwa have to have the room farthest from the bathroom? Didn’t matter now.

He briefly spared a thought to how this would affect the group, not necessarily how they would worry but the dynamics for the next week. Sickness always was bad especially in their careers and in the close proximity of the dorms. Whenever one of them would fall sick it was guaranteed at least a few of them if not all would also fall victim to whatever viruses or bacteria crawled inside them.

He shuddered at the thought of anything crawling inside him, the image disgusting even when he wasn’t worried about throwing up in the middle of the hall. He used one hand to hold onto his stomach, the other to guide himself along the wall to keep himself upright, knees feeling extremely weak. He could only walk slightly bend over his churning stomach and focused on his feet, counting the steps to stay calm. Why couldn't he just have a good night’s sleep?

There were sounds coming from the living room - probably the others still watching the movie. For a moment he thought about calling out for help – not wanting to be alone. But he still held out hope that it was all a fluke though he knew it was less likely every second.

The decision was taken out of his hands as suddenly footsteps came in his direction and he, not really paying attention to anything but putting one foot in front of the next, nearly collided with someone. The person reached down to steady him and he blinked up at his gentle giant. "Hongjoong-hyung, are you alright?", Yunho asked, concern clear in his voice, "you don't look so good?" Hongjoong had no strength to argue and he didn't see a point in lying. If he truly threw up, he couldn't keep it a secret. He had once tried to dance after spending the whole night worshiping the porcelain god and it hadn't ended well. Seonghwa still held it above his head to threaten him into compliance when he was unreasonable. Yes, Hongjoong was confident in himself enough to know that he was unreasonable. 

Christ, did he have a fever? His thoughts were all jumbled, though not nearly as much as his stomach. "I don't feel so good", he mumbled in admittance, slightly leaning into Yunho's comforting touch. As he looked up he saw Yunho's eyes widen in shock for a moment - either at the fact that Hongjoong just admitted to being unwell or the fact that Hongjoong was unwell at all - but he couldn't care less about that. Why was the hallways swaying like a boat on the stormy sea? "What's wrong?", the younger man asked, tender concern in his voice and he used the hand not steadying Hongjoong to take his hand and rub light circles on it. It felt so good to be comforted. Hongjoong sank even closer to his puppy.

"I'm really nauseous. I think I need to be in the bathroom for now", Hongjoong admitted and he heard Yunho suck in a deep breath yet his huge hands kept holding onto Hongjoong.

"Think you'll be sick?", Yunho asked, never stopping the comforting touch even though he risked being in the line of fire, "do you want me to get Seonghwa-hyung?"

Hongjoong shrugged in response to the first question and then nodded. Yes, yes above all he wanted his Seonghwa-hyung so badly it hurt. His hyung had the amazing capability to calm him down and make everything not as bad as it first felt. He wanted Seonghwa to hug him, rub his back and tell him everything would be fine even if he wasn’t. Seonghwa was a good hyung, always taking care and taking charge when needed. Hongjoong didn’t know what he would do without him. Crash and burn (out) probably.

Suddenly, Hongjoong's stomach lurched again and he gagged against the hand he had clamped over his mouth just in time. Yunho looked startled for half a second, then fell into his patented ‘I’m the oldest of the 99-line and taller than you so I am now taking care of you’-mode he had perfected over the past years. "Come, hyung, let's get you to the bathroom", he urged and, wrapping an arm around Hongjoong's shoulder, pulled him to the appropriate location for what was about to happen without hesitation. Hongjoong stumbled along, leaning on Yunho and he swore the hallway really had never been so long. His legs constantly threatened to give way under him and his body was so exhausted he felt like collapsing in a pile right there where he stood. Yunho kept a hold on him all the time, firm but gentle, and wow… he really was a saint. Once they reached the bathroom, Hongjoong pulled free from his dongsaeng and stumbled the few steps to the toilet hastily, pulling the seat up. He pushed his body upwards, so his head was resting on his hands, elbows on the toilet and nearly immediately he started gagging and retching, a wave of dinner painting the bowl light brown. Over the wretched sounds his own body produced, he heard Yunho panickedly yell for their oldest hyung: "Seonghwa-hyung? Seonghwa-hyung? Hongjoong-hyung is throwing up!"

It took barely ten seconds for Seonghwa to burst into the bathroom, though to Hongjoong it felt like hours. "Joong-ah?", he asked, nearly making Hongjoong cry in relief at the comforting quality in his voice and the familiar nickname. He was distracted by another wave of nausea and another round of gagging. A smaller hand than before touched his shoulder gently and another gently brushed his hair from his forehead, holding it back.

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Seonghwa was worried. It was concerningly normal for their captain to stay late at the company to work on new songs. It took Eden-hyung to threaten him to ban him from the studios for a week and the reminder of the obligatory movie night to get Hongjoong home this time. Unsurprisingly, Hongjoong crashed hard. But all of their lives were hectic and falling asleep at the dinner table and during movies was not an unusual occasion (especially for Hongjoong, even new ATINYs knew that Hongjoong for the life of him couldn’t stay awake during movies), neither was not being hungry after strenuous dance practices. Therefore Seonghwa kept silent. Now, while worried, he was glad that Hongjoong let himself be convinced to go to bed when San and Wooyoung suggested it. Normally he would have fought tooth and nail to stay – claiming that since he was home for once he wanted to bond with them.

Normally Seonghwa couldn’t deny him even though it always ended up with him carrying his captain to the bedroom because Hongjoong of course fell asleep. Normally it ended with them cuddling in Seonghwa’s lower bunk because - while all of them were taller than Hongjoong - the captain was still a grown man and the bunk bed was high.

"Is Hongjoong-hyung okay?", Jongho asked, concerned, when Hongjoong’s footsteps had faded and the door to their bedroom had fallen shut.

Jongho, Yunho and Mingi were looking expectantly at him, while WooSanSang were still arguing over how to lay comfortably. Wooyoung and San had somehow ended up on top of Yeosang again and Seonghwa was sure that Yeosang had no idea how that had happened but he was disgruntled by it nevertheless. "I’m sure Hongjoong-ah will be fine. He's just really exhausted. After all he stayed late at the studio the past week", Seonghwa answered the question. "I wish he wouldn't stay up all night", Yunho mumbled, leaning his head against Mingi's stomach. He had switched to sitting on the ground in front of the couch, needing the hard ground to help his sore muscles and probably feeling left out now that his cuddle partner had left him. "Me too", Mingi whispered, "hyung works so hard for us. I wish he knew we don't just love him for his productive output. I want to take that burden off his shoulders." Seonghwa ran a gentle hand through Mingi's hair, aware that even their trouble-triplets had finished squabbling and were waiting for an answer. "He knows we love him", Seonghwa answered, ignoring the 'he just doesn't love himself enough' that his mind immediately threw at him. "He wants the best for us and he has his responsibilities as captain. He'll come to us when he really needs help." Seonghwa didn't even believe in his last sentence so he wasn't surprised when Jongho snorted in disbelief but none of them had an answer on how to help their overworked leader. With a sigh, Yunho grabbed the remote and started the movie again, normalcy returning to them as San accidentally kicked Mingi as he adjusted his position once again, which ended in a light and unserious debate.

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Seonghwa was not prepared for Yunho yelling for him half an hour later when he had left to use the bathroom. The second the words “Hongjoong-hyung is throwing up” registered in his mind he jumped up and ran, nearly colliding with the doorframe. So something was wrong after all.

As soon as he entered the bathroom he found Yunho standing a few feet away from the captain, looking lost. Seonghwa ignored him for now and knelt down behind Hongjoong to hold back his sweaty hair and to hold him up by his shoulder. It broke Seonghwa’s heart watching Hongjoong go through the violent sickness.

Hongjoong’s whole body was wrecked by tremors and seized every time his stomach cramped. The wretched sound of vomiting echoed in the bowl, causing Seonghwa to shudder but he reminded himself that now matter how bad he was feeling Hongjoong was feeling worse. Hongjoong was gasping for breath in the few seconds of respite he was getting from expelling his stomach and Seonghwa remembered Hongjoong once telling him that for him it was the worst part – not being able to breathe.

“Sweetheart, did you eat something bad or do you think you’ve got the stomach flu? Lee Know mentioned it was going around at their dorms too”, Seonghwa asked gently when Hongjoong was given a break from his upset stomach. In the meantime the captain had slumped back more and more into his hyung so that Seonghwa was struggling to keep him upright from their awkward positions.

Hongjoong shrugged. He probably had no idea what was wrong, but Seonghwa sure as hell hoped that the sickness - whatever the cause - wouldn’t last long and that he wasn’t contagious. It would be a disaster if all of them got sick.

Seonghwa sighed and leaned over Hongjoong to flush down his stomach contents, before pulling Hongjoong close to his chest again, scooting back so that they were sitting against the bathtub. Yunho knelt down next to them, a glass of water in his hand.

“Try to drink something, hyung”, he encouraged and when Hongjoong made no move to hold the glass himself, tipped it against Hongjoong’s lips. Hongjoong swallowed a few sips but then he was barely able to push past Yunho to throw himself at the toilet again. He nearly made it too. But another gag overwhelmed him and the next moment the captain was choking, undigested food spilling from his lips onto the bathroom floor, his shirt and even the towel somebody had left on the floor in front of the shower.

For a moment the world seemed frozen as the three of them tried to process what had happened, but then Seonghwa woke from his stupor to pull Hongjoong the rest of the way. He took great care in kneeling down, not wanting to get even more of his own and Hongjoong’s clothes drenched in stomach contents. Gently, he smoothed back Hongjoong's sweaty hair and ran his other hand over the younger's back. Yunho, who was a pillar to lean on but had a weak stomach at times, left in order to keep his own stomach where it belonged. Finally, after what felt like hours, Hongjoong seemed to be done for the moment, breathing unsteady and heaving, but no longer cut off by his rebelling body. "Done?", Seonghwa asked and let Hongjoong lean against him. The captain closed his eyes and nodded. Seonghwa sighed and ran his hand through Hongjoong’s sweaty hair. The captain looked terrible, all pale and shaky. "Let's get you cleaned up and back to bed", the older proposed, waiting for Hongjoong to nod before he helped the man stand up. With knees weak from illness, he nearly would have fallen if Seonghwa hadn't caught him against his chest. Seonghwa leaned over to flush the toilet again and then he was lost for a second. It was obvious Hongjoong couldn't stand on his own but Seonghwa couldn't sit him down on the closed toilet lid in good conscience. He didn't think either of their stomach's were strong enough for staying close to the puddle of sick for much longer. "Let's get you out of your clothes", he whispered and moved uncooperative limbs out of the pajamas when Hongjoong didn't make a move, too exhausted to help. "How long have you felt bad?", Seonghwa asked, careful not to get them more dirty, and helped Hongjoong, who was resting his head against Seonghwa's shoulder, keep his balance. “Do you know what is making you so sick?” "I dunno", Hongjoong muttered, "I was so tired but I couldn’t fall asleep and it got worse really fast." He sounded tired and exhausted, frustrated even. Seonghwa understood, he had been working for so long and now he couldn't even rest. "Alright, let's get you into the shower, hm?", Seonghwa whispered, when Hongjoong was only left in his boxers. He wasn't going to venture any further in taking off his clothes, wanting to preserve at least some of Hongjoong’s dignity. Hongjoong took a few shaky steps and then sank down onto the shower floor, not able to keep his body upright any longer. It was probably best that he was sitting, there was less chance of him getting dizzy and falling that way. Seonghwa reached up and handed him the shower head, hoping he was able to wash himself. "Can you get yourself clean?", Seonghwa asked, crouching down in front of him, "I'll get you some clean clothes and clean up in here." The other man nodded, looking so incredibly small curled up like that, that it broke Seonghwa's heart. Their infallible captain had fallen after all.

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Satisfied that Hongjoong would not drown or collapse at the moment, he quickly left the bathroom, leaving the door open to be able to listen for any suspicious sounds. He walked by the living room to get to their shared room but was stopped by the younger members calling his name. He entered to find Mingi rubbing Yunho’s back, as the older one was sipping from a glass of water. Jongho looked on worriedly, while WooSanSang were missing.

He supposed Yunho had already told the what was going on, so Yeosang and San had taken Wooyoung to the room Yeosang shared with the maknaes where – Seonghwa knew from previous illnesses – cuddles, earphones and movies would wait for emetophobic Wooyoung. While the second maknae was in therapy for it they really couldn’t afford him to freak out now.

“How are you doing, Yunho-yah?”, Seonghwa asked worriedly.

“I’m okay, just needed a breather. Can we help you?”, Yunho replied, putting down the glass. Seonghwa decided to trust his judgment for now. "Actually, yes. I need somebody to get Joong-ah clothes and someone to get some cleaning supplies. Then I can go back to check on him now, he’s just taking a shower but he is quite unsteady", Seonghwa said, not willing to decide who got which job. “I’ll get the cleaning supplies”, Mingi suggested, “Yunho-hyung, why don’t you get Hongjoong-hyung some of your clothes? He loves wearing oversized things after all.”

Yunho nodded and they both got up.

“Do you want me to help too, hyung?”, Jongho asked, already getting up.

“If you want to, I sure could use an extra pair of hands.” In the end it had been a good idea for Jongho to come with. Hongjoong was still in the same position in the shower, letting the warm water wash his body but making no effort on his own to get cleaned up. Jongho didn’t even look bothered by the smell as he entered the dirty bathroom and at once knelt down so that he was on eye level with Hongjoong.

“Hey, hyung”, he greeted softly, smiling a bit, “do you want to get out of the shower or do you want some help washing up?”

“Jongho-yah?”, Hongjoong mumbled and opened his eyes, “oh.”

He didn’t answer the maknae’s question, so Jongho took it in his own hands and chucked off his shirt so he could lean into the shower and not get his clothes wet. Gently he lathered Hongjoong’s hair in shampoo and even held his hand over Hongjoong’s forehead so that none of the suds would get in his eyes.

Hongjoong let him do as he pleased, so Seonghwa joined Mingi in cleaning up the floor, the younger one having just arrived. Yunho appeared in the doorway and placed fresh clothes on the counter before helping Jongho get Hongjoong upright and dry, the captain leaning on them. They quickly helped him slip on some of his own pajama pants and then huddled him in one of Yunho’s bathrobes for warmth.

Then suddenly Hongjoong, who had seemed on the verge of sleep, slapped his hand over his mouth, eyes widening. Jongho and Yunho rushed him over to the sink, where Hongjoong proceeded to get sick again. Jongho, who never had been squeamish at all, opened the tab to let the water wash away the sick, and when the sick didn’t properly flow away due to not quite being liquid, he reached down and pulled the plug out of the way. Jongho just calmly washed his hand when Hongjoong was done vomiting and was held up by Yunho, who looked a bit pale again.

“Better?”, Seonghwa asked, coming over as he and Mingi finished up cleaning.

Hongjoong shrugged, probably too tired to answer.

“Alright, let’s set you up with a bucket in our room?”, Seonghwa suggested and as Hongjoong consented, Yunho carried him to the bedroom where he was wrapped in Yunho’s shirt and in Seonghwa’s blankets. Yunho left the room to fetch a bucket and to check on Mingi and Jongho (who was still washing his hands).

“Think you’ll be sick again?”, Seonghwa asked even though he would have put a bucket next to the bed either way. Hongjoong nodded and reached up to him. Seonghwa smiled and slipped under the blankets with him, cuddling him. He knew they would be up soon enough with Hongjoong’s rebelling stomach showing no signs of stopping. While he doubted that Hongjoong would be able to sleep with how nauseous he still seemed, he wanted him to at least be able to rest his eyes.

“I’m sorry”, Hongjoong whispered after a moment.

“What for? Being sick? It happens, Joong-ah”, Seonghwa soothed, “were glad to help you when you need it. Eight makes one tea after all. Please just rest for now.”

Sleepily Hongjoong nodded, placing his head on Seonghwa’s chest.

⌛

Just as Seonghwa had predicted, Hongjoong was up multiple times that night, violently expelling his stomach contents. Their schedules were canceled the next day, Seonghwa too sleep deprived and too worried to work and Hongjoong barely able to move. A manager came by to check on them in the early afternoon, trying to get Hongjoong to take some medicine but he still couldn’t keep it down.

Yet in the evening Hongjoong started to feel better, still shaky and headachy but not as nauseous anymore. He was finally able to keep down some water for longer than a few minutes and even fell asleep, victim to his exhaustion. He slept through the night and the next morning, but felt marginally better when he woke. 

He went into work the next morning, feeling completely restored.  

[k-sickies]

They get food poisoning...

Han / Lee Know / I.N x reader headcanons

TW: mention of food poisoning symptoms (Emeto, Scat, fever, aching muscles, gas etc.)

Han

- his stomach either is quiet or suddenly churns loudly

- gets bloated, like really bad

- tiny nauseous burps that just make him more queasy

- sleep is his medicine

- probably comes to you and tell you the minute his stomach hurts

- wants to lay down with you, cuddle and just sleep it off

- tummy rubs if he doesn't get too bad cramps

- his body gets achy and he gets really whiny, he will literally complain every two minutes

- freaks out before he need to throw up and just wants to be held by you, please rub his back

- gets shaky and you need to help him back to bed

- doesn't really get diarrhea but if he does he gets so embarrassed and just hides in the bathroom until it's over

- nauseous hiccups

- feels queasy and aching for most of the time ans there's no relief

- please cuddle him a lot, head petting, stroking over his back. The whole package

- asks one of the members to call you because he really needs you

Lee Know

- cramps, horrible cramps

- his stomach is super loud and mostly gets bloated and hard

- feels gassy but can't really pass anything

- if there is a tight schedule he tries to handle it on his own but he gets overwhelmed and appreciates your present

- tends to play it down but feels horrible, as soon as you notice he melts in any comfort. He had a hard time to admit that though

- is insecure about his stomach being touched so you need to reassure him a lot. However as soon as you give hims stomach rubs he melts into it

- boy throws up a lot and there's also a lot of diarrhea

- appreciates it if you rub his back while he throws up or if you hold the bucket for him, he feels guilty about it though

- is embarrassed but definitely needs you by his side when he gets diarrhea because he gets extremely dizzy during it

- loves to lean against you and holding hands

- gets absolutely clingy, please don't leave him he will cry

- he's absolutely miserable but will still try to go to practice

I.N

- quiet stomach, no rumbles

- doesn't really get bloated but his stomach becomes really tight and hard

- queasy burps, sometimes farts too but he gets super embarrassed

- doesn't really look for comfort but embraces it the moment you give him some

- doesn't really need stomach rubs but likes them, he blushes a lot though

- gets a high fever and his whole body is aching so bad that you need to give him massages

- sleeps most of the time

- gets cranky if he's sick for too long, also gets really insecure so you need to comfort him

- please rub his back when he throws up or has diarrhea (he is too embarrassed to ask for him

- gets really weak

- tantrums if you try to get food or water in him

- his stomach ache isn't so bad but the nausea sure is

- as soon as he feels better he treats you with flower bouquets and chocolate, he's just so grateful

[fics4you]

You're such a bad writer. You're trying so hard to be kpopsickies and sneezyminniejo. You literally suck. I hope you stop writing. Fuck you

While I'm kinda honored you compared me to those talented writers, I still don't appreciate the negativity on my page.

If you're that angry that I'm writing, just don't read it. Simple as that.