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aphroditesmoon · 1 year

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agent!jacaerys velaryon x agent!reader (modern au)

summary: jacaerys reunites with his first love as they are partnered up for an assassination mission.

warnings: bit of angst, everyone is aged up.

a/n: I'm BACK!! did y'all miss me?

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Jace thumps his feet nervously as he sits outside of the office, your voice and his mother's mixing in an obvious argument.

You hate him.

That must be it, there can't be any other reason you'd refuse to work with him this badly. He always knew your reunion with him would be a bit awkward at least, but he didn't predict it'd be this bad.

He breath fastens when he hears both voices slowing down into hushed whispers before it turns silent. The door slams open and he almost flinched. You stomp out of the room with more calmness than he expected.

Without glancing towards him or stopping in your steps, you spoke; "Read over the files, we're going through it this weekend at 9."

He opens his mouth to reply but you already out of his reach. When he glances back to his mother's office, she's leaning againts the doorframe eyeing him sternly.

"This is an important mission, no funny business, I don't care about your little trouble in paradise." She starts.

Jace sighs loudly rolling his eyes as his anxiety starts to fade away. He stands up and slings his jacket on his shoulder, preparing to leave.

"There is no trouble- or paradise." He ends it at that before kneeling down to pick up a fallen bracelet and walking away.

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You have never told anyone about why your relationship with Jace ended, and neither has he.

It didn't feel necessary at the time. You were moved to King's Landings while he stayed in the Dragonstone center, it was highly unlikely that you two will meet again.

But after Lucerys has gone missing during his assassination mission with all trace of his journey, Rheanyra has decided to partner you up with his son to find out what's going on, find Luc and kill Aemond Targaryen.

You had suggested Rhaena go instead of you but Daemon had insisted she'd be to emotionally overwhelmed seeing that it's her boyfriend that's missing.

Which is funny, considering they don't care much about how emotionally overwhelming it'd be for Jacaerys, who was Luc's own brother.

Your reading through Aemond Targaryen's files and he obviously seemed as bad as everyone said he is.

Mass genocide, military weapons supplying. Some even said he killed his own brother Daeron for his land and power over the military.

What truly interested you however was his missing eye.

There had been an attempt 6 years ago during an event, it has obviously failed as he's still alive, but he had lost an eye that night from his attacker.

You know there's something Rhaenyra hasn't been telling you, and she knows that you know too. And usually you don't really care much about minor details, but whoever this man was, you didn't want to try your luck by underestimating him.

There was a reason Rhaenyra would avoid having you under her charge, you weren't easy to deal with, you don't work well in a team. The only person so far that has manage to put a leash around you was Daemon, and that didn't mean it was easy for him to do it either.

You tuck in the papers back into it's folder before walking towards the sink to wash your finished coffee mug.

It was half past 2am and to say that your decisions past midnights have always been rash and irrational was an understatement.

Because next think you know, you're searching up your ex boyfriend's name in your contacts.

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He would never decline a call from you. He could be dead in sleep, deaf to his mother's repeated misscalls. But not even five rings in from you, he's wide awake, the answer button a tap away.

"What happened?" He gasped out from his sleepy state, instinctively assuming you're in trouble. "What do you mean?" He calms down at your relaxed voice and lays his back on the headboard.

"It's 3 in the fucking morning and you just called someone you'd rather die than look at, what's wrong?" He repeats again.

He hears a cough from your side of the line and the sound of you moving.

"It's about the case-"

He groans.

"Fuck's sake Jacaerys, I'm not stupid, your mother share the same last name with that lunatic and now your brother is missing, years after a failed assassination attempt on him? Your can't just ask me to do shit without filling me in, you need to talk to me." You pressed desperately.

"Oh so now we're talking?" Jace immediately regrets the words as soon as it came out. You had all the right to shut him down, but he couldn't help himself that it still hurts him.

He hears you sigh loudly, purposely trying to annoy him.

"Well, we have to do what we have to, don't we?" He physically winces at your words. He deserved that blow, his own words againts him.

"What do you want to know?" He gives in.

"I'm not wasting my cell bill, come over tomorrow." You decided.

"Yeah sure, look- I'm going back to sleep now. And you should too, it's not like that caffeine actually works on you anyways." Before you could get a quip out, he hangs up.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to fight the drowsiness despite knowing it's a lost battle.

Washing your hands in the sink, your eyes glances at the dried coffee mug before you give in to your body's needs and walk out of the kitchen to your bedroom.

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You opened the door before he could knock for the third time. Refusing to take him in your sight for too long, your eyes drift to his sling bag and the cup of coffee in his hand.

"Hey." He spoke first.

You didn't welcome him with any words and instead moved away from the entrance to let him in before locking it closed again.

You ignore his awkward standing in the middle of your hall as you walk into the kitchen. "Do you want breakfast?" You offered as nonchalantly as you could.

You feel his presence behind without follow d by his quiet footsteps. Jacaerys' eyes drift towards the burnt sausages with a surprisingly well made omelette.

"Uh- yeah um no thanks." Of course not.

You both take a seat opposite eachother. You were pulling out information papers from your files, not wanting waste any second, but as you look back up at him, he pushes your golden bracelet towards you at the dining table.

"It fell when you were walking yesterday." He explained, eye contact barely lasting for a second.

You immediately snatch it from the table.to put it on again. "Thanks, I've been looking for it."

He nods understandingly, awkward silence slowly creeping around the both of you.

You cough shortly, shaking yourself out of the trance. "Anyways, I have some questions."

"I'm sure you do. Why else would you be waking me up at 3 in the morning." You roll your eyes. "Well, why did you answer me?"

"I was worried I had to bail you out of jail again or something." He says simply, an amused look lingering in his eye.

Gods you absolutely hate him. You wish you could smash his face into the omelette and lick the egg off his face-

"Don't flatter yourself Velaryon, I'd rather deal with Daemon's wrath than you." You snapped, getting angrier when you notice his smile only widening even more.

"Now who is Aemond Targaryen." You ask.

"Brother of Aegon Targaryen, second on line to the Targaryen throne, mass murderer, war strategist-"

"I'm going to shove this fork down your throat."

He only let out a suprised laugh cut short when he realized you're not joking. "Alright then- um, well if you're asking how he's connected to me, His mother is married to my grandfather."

Your eyes widen for a split second before you immediately composed yourself. "He's your uncle?"

He has a look of distaste on his face. "Step uncle." He corrects. You frown at him while taking a sip of your coffee. "That's not a thing Jacaerys."

"Yes it is shut up- Anyways, since his mother married my grandfather, their family and our pretty much distanced ourselves from eachother. It's mostly because of my step grandmother-"

"Just call her your grandmother-"

"Alicent. Her name's Alicent. Let's just call her that- Well she and my mother don't get along very well. She's has a very pious and straight way of thinking I guess you could say? and she basically can't agree on the way my mother views things."

You give him an amused look as you lean back againts your chair.

"Her children are mass murderers." You stated. He only shrugs at you.

"If your family and theirs are basically a whole one by blood, why aren't there any information about any of you related to them?" You ask.

"You're asking this as if we don't hack into systems and kill people for a living." Jace deadpans.

You roll your eyes at his sass and pushes your seat back as you stand up. "Come on, I need to show you something." You tell him as you walk upstairs to your room.

Halfway through the stairs you notice he wasn't with you. "Are you coming?" You called out. The abrupt sound of chairs screeching indicates that he's finally getting up towards you. You turn back to your front and walk to your room, leaving the door open for him to enter.

It's not like leading the way is necessary, he already knew every bit of corner in your home.

As you're fixing up your laptop, he enters quietly and takes his place behind your seated self. Jacaerys leans forward and frowns at the screen.

"How the hell did you get your hands of the camera footages, we just got assigned this yesterday." He questions suspiciously. You smirk to yourself when the footages finally coming me together.

"We hack systems and kill people for a living, Jacaerys." You mock him.

He snorts, and you could tell he was shaking his head from behind you. "Sure, and what exactly am I looking at besides Aemond's big arse mansion?"

You spin the chair to face him. "I've been looking through the footage from 3 days before Lucerys disappeared and specifically 24 hours before it happened through Aemond's house and office cameras. I even have his fucking basement footages." He waits for you to continue.

"Luc's house as well as his belongings are perfectly tact and safe, Aemond's been in and out of his office as usual, no suspicious trips out of ordinary actions." You explain to him carefully.

"I'm not getting your point." He says blankly.

"My point, is that Aemond's alibi is strong, too strong to have him be blamed for Lucerys' disappearance, even if he did rip out his eyeball years ago."

Jacaerys tried and failed to hide his suprise at the last sentence. "How di-"

"I'm not stupid Jacaerys, none of you are as smart as you seem, I think what happened last time should do you well as a reminder." Of course, you would never waste a chance to shoot him right where it hurt.

He swallows visibly before acting as if you never said what you did. "Are you saying his kidnapping has nothing to do with Aemond?" He asks.

You shake your head, feeling yourself fall back into the mask of a calm person.

"Oh, Aemond has everything to do with it alright, I'm saying he got someone else to do his shit for him." His eyes widen as you watch the understanding fills him.

You pull your laptop to the edge of the table and beckons him to look into the screen. Jacaerys leans closer, his forearm againts the chair as he squints at the screen of Aemond Targaryen's empty office.

"Look there, on the table. What do you see?"

He stares for a few more second before lifting his head up and cursing loudly. "I should've fucking known."

Pushing the laptop back, you turn to him with raised eyebrows. "That answer all your questions?" You joke. "Yeah, most of them."

"You know, come to think of it, I'm really just helping you all solve your own damn family problems. A one hell of a dysfunctional family problem." He sits by the edge of your bed and let out a low chuckle.

"We really are, aren't we?" You hummed.

"We all knew how much Vaemond never wanted Luc to inherit Driftmark's Legacy, but I didn't expect him to go this far, he's not just betraying our family, he's betraying his own, he's betraying Corlys' and Rhaenys by siding with Aemond." Jace shakes his head in disbelief, his head looking up slowly, lettimh your eyes meet eachother's.

"Hm, but it makes sense doesn't it? Two people who have all the selfish reasons to want Lucerys gone." He nods distractedly. you could tell how this new information was eating him up from inside.

"Well, at least that's one mystery we've solved." You concluded. You doubted he was even listening, his brows were furrowed in a frown, he was too deep in his thoughts.

"He could be dead by now." Jacaerys speaks suddenly.

You bite your lower lip, body tense, not knowing how to respond to that.

"Yeah, he could be."

He laughs out suddenly, a soft spontaneous laugh. Looking up to you, his smile doesn't dim a bit. "You're really shit at comforting people."

You don't notice yourself returning his smile. "Who says that's what I'm trying to do? Maybe I'm just here to make you feel worse." You shrugged.

Watching his gaze softening towards you, an overwhelming sense of uncomfortable nostalgia hits you. You can't stand the way he's looking at you, as if you're anything he could ever love.

You sigh to yourself, blinking away the torturous feelings. "It's getting late, you should head home before mommy comes looking for you."

There she goes, he thought to himself.

"Make sure to be on time this Saturday, and try to dig up some information of Vaemond's office security and basement entries to see if we can sneak in somehow." You order him, time turning stern.

"I live 5 minutes away from HQ, and yeah, sure boss." He mutters, annoyed.

When he leaves your apartment, you could feel yourself relax again, no longer having to be on guard of your emotions anymore.

You despise Rhaenyra for pairing you up with him for this.

For a mission so vulnerably dangerous for him, and for you to be there to witness every single one of his emotional process, too hyper aware of it all, and too damn stubborn to try and do anything about it

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sicjimin · 6 months

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— A Public (Hidden) Signs —

Part 1.

a.n : hi !! this is a request, actually. And wow i didn't expect it will came out this long ! sooo, i will split it into 2 parts 😁 i hope this won't be boring to read , and for anon, again i'm sorry this takes long ... i hope you're still around and like it !

tw : emeto, mpreg, graphic description of vomiting

Jimin could think of hundreds reasons of why he's feeling sick—that he also has been giving out to any other person too, "it's the jetlag, i was too exhausted", "i haven't eat anything yet maybe my stomach was upset", "i think i still get caught on the plane, i have motion sickness", "dancing way too hard always makes me nauseous to be honest, the weather tonight was quite hot too i think i lack of fresh air" — everytime they found him at the trashcan near the stage stairs, or at the change room hunching over the bag while makeup artist was left frozen not knowing what's the right step to do in the 5 minutes VCR left, or when he's disappearing few minutes before going on stage and came back with glassy eyes and red nose. And he always brushed it off, believing that all the reasons he had spewed out was actually the right reasons—he means, what else could it be? he just has sensitive stomach, and it has been that way since he's a child ; and he also always vomited only once in a day (even though it's almost happen everyday) and then he's feeling better. So he sees no reason to make a big deal to go for a check up—even Yoongi has given up at his stubbornness.

But like the saying—as good as a squirrel could jump, they bout to fall too someday.

And the saying fits Jimin now.

If he could say, today was one of the bad borderline worse day he ever had. He never felt this sick in his almost 28 years of his life. Something is definitely wrong with him.

It's started at the crack ass dawn, 2 AM, that he stirs awake. His sleep-clouded brain hasn't caught up on anything that could make him suddenly awake at this time as he looks around at his dimmed bedroom. Yoongi is still sleeping soundly, curled on his side as little snores came out of his lips. There's no misscall or any urgent messages either in his phone. There's no noises other than white static buzz from the unwatched television and Yoongi's breathing. Jimin frowns, as he feels something is off with him. He huffs—and moves his hand to curls around his stomach and give it a hesitant rub. It feels bloated. But as far as he can remember, he didn't eat that much yesterday? He even skipped dinner as they both too exhausted after the press conference and rehearsal. His frowns get deeper when the rubbing turns out pressing a wrong spot that makes him burp—he shuddered. It feels gross. It tastes like jjajangmyeon he ate for lunch earlier. He sits up, wanting to wash the aftertaste away by drinking the water—but apparently his body think that was a wrong movement, as the water sloshes around his stomach, and before he can react, it splashes back to the back of his throat. Jimin gasps, quickly clamping his mouth—as he can feels not only water, but his other stomach content also climbing up as his stomach contracts with a gag—and dashes to the bathroom.

But the force of his nausea is too strong to contain. Jimin lets out a loud, gagging belch and covers his mouth with both hands at the bathroom door. He can feel the bitter, acidic taste of his vomit in his mouth and throat. He barely make it on time as he bends over the toilet bowl and lets out another loud belch, then throws up. The retching and vomiting becoming more violent as the minutes pass. His stomach muscles contract and flutter, as if they are squeezing out the last of his lunch. At one point, some solid food comes back up—he can make the black color it's from his jjajangmyeon earlier.

"Jimin-ah .."

Jimin is so caught up in the sickness that he doesn't even notice his boyfriend right behind him, gently rubbing his back and massaging his nape. It does seem to help, too, because the force and intensity of nausea finally subsides a bit. After a minute or two, he leans back with a deep sigh of relief. "I... i wake you up?", he croaks out, sniffling as he reaches for toilet paper and wipes his teary eyes, nose, and wet lips. "I'm sorry .."

"Nah, i wake up on my own. I don't feel you beside me and then i heard you vomiting", Yoongi says softly as he flushes the toilet and settles beside the latter. "What's wrong? Why are you not waking me up if you feel sick?"

"I also don't know hyung .. it was so sudden", Jimin replies, grimacing a bit when he can still taste the bile and remnant of vomit coating his tongue. "Let me rinse my mouth a bit .. it feels weird, and makes me nauseous again", he shuffles, swaying a bit as he stands up and walk to the sink. Yoongi trails behind him silently, even watching his every movement to rinse his mouth and brushing his teeth from the mirror. Like a possessive kitten—especially with his hair fresh from sleep and sticking up everywhere.

The older quickly swoop him back to bed, making Jimin rests his head on his chest while he plays with the blonde lock. "Are you feeling better now? Want anything?"

"Mhm ..", Jimin shrugs, "It was so weird, i was feeling fine before sleeping, and then i feel bloated. I tried to drink but then ..", he groans, nuzzling further into his boyfriend crooks. "I think it was the jjajangmyeon"

"Really?", Yoongi frowns. "But i ate the same thing with you though? And i feel fine?"

Jimin shrugs again, not wanting to think too much as exhaustion catching up on him again. "Dunno ... you know my stomach is weird these days", he yawns, gaining a coos and ruffles on his hair, "That's why you should check up, Min .. there's nothing wrong with it"

"Meh .. i will feel better then"

"You are so stubborn"

"But you love me", Jimin yawns again, his words starts to slur.

"I do", Yoongi hums, "Sleep now"

***

Jimin is wrong—utterly completely wrong. Because as he woke up this morning, nausea been latching on him like a sticky tape. He hasn't throw up again yet, but he definitely will soon. He had been gagging on his hand after finishing his scrambled egg for breakfast that he ate with lots of effort. He had sucking the mint candy hard and desperately while clutching Yoongi's hand as the older whispering a comforting words on the car as his motion sickness adding the intensity of nausea waves over him. It's just .. bad. It feels like he's waiting for something to completely knocked off his resilliance and makes him throw up all over the floor.

"Still sick, love?", Yoongi plops beside him, sitting on the edge of couch that occupied by Jimin as soon as the rehearsal over. The heat outside making him dizzy, so he rushes inside as soon as the music stops and curling himself small on the couch. Jimin nods, not daring to open his mouth as his tongue feels like it's weight a ton—and he's afraid that he might vomit if he attempt to speak as he had been quietly belching on his fist for the past 10 minutes.

"Is there anything that could help?", Yoongi asks again, brushing sweaty locks that framing Jimin's flushed cheeks. Jimin shakes his head, squeezing his eyes tight. "Stay here ..", he grits through his clenched teeth, immediately taking a big deep inhale as nausea rises few levels when he opens his mouth.

"That bad?", without opening his eyes, Jimin can tell that the older is frowning hard.

"Mhm .."

Yoongi sighs, not moving an inch from his position as he keeps placing a soft touch all over the younger body, and shushing away every questions and confused gazes that the other members thrown at them. They stay like that for 15 minutes, before Jimin groans, "Gosh .. i'm going to the bathroom, it's better if i throw up now", he grunts, then snatching Yoongi's wrist to go with him to the bathroom.

True to his words, his body knows that it's a greenlight when it comes to the bathroom as Jimin immediately gagging as soon as they see the bathroom door. "Fuck", he breathes out between his clamped mouth and pick up his paces. He didn't get to find a proper position first before he lets loose another loud, heaving belch. It was empty at first. He sucks a deep breathe, as his stomach readying itself. "Hyung—", he chokes out, blindly searching for the older hands for support. "I feel so sick .."

"I know, love .. it's okay. You will feel bett—", Jimin cut off the comforting words with a deep guttural gag, followed by something solid comes up to his throat. It was harsh, as he almost dived himself to the bowl with how hard his stomach contracts. He cough up a lumpy, wet chunk of food. It stings the back of his throat and he has to work several times to get it all up. "Hyung ..", Jimin pants in the lull of it, as he keep heaving until the bile is all clear. But even after everything's out of his stomach, his stomach continues to rumble and heave. He burps several times and groans out another belch, still very queasy.

"Better?", Yoongi asks as he reaches to flushes the full toilet. Jimin shakes his head, sniffling as he stares at the swirling water. There gone his breakfast. "I don't know .. i still feel nauseous", Jimin croaks out as he press his stomach—triggering a burp.

Yoongi hums understandingly, "You're breaking cold sweat, Min. Do you want me to asks for medicine?"

"Mhm", Jimin hums before cursing under his breath, as nausea washes over him again. He gags, letting out few sprays of clear water. "Fuck .. that's it .. i'm done", he moans, letting himself slumps against the toilet seat.

"Baby .. that's dirty", Yoongi peels him away, then helps him cleans up, as Jimin clings to him—losing all his energy.

Jimin get all the stares he was expecting as soon as he and Yoongi back to the waiting room. "Sick again hyung?", Jungkook scoots closer to him while Yoongi moves around to get the meds and something light for him to much. He can't go on stage on an empty stomach, especially remembering how hard their choreo is. "Mhm", Jimin mumbles, resting his head over the younger shoulder. "You don't want to sit this one, Jimin-ah?", Namjoon asks from somewhere, "Yeah .. it's better rather than you faint on the stage", Jin chimes in too, causing Jimin to frowns at the suggestions, "No .. i can do this. And isn't it a hastle to sit me out on this one? You're making the staff works more, they need to put out an announcement, and don't you think the fans wont be dissapointed—"

"Jimin-ah, watch your tone. Breathe", Hobi cuts his rambles, and Jimin gasps, realizing what he has been spitting out and to Whom he did it. "Oh gosh .. Joon hyung .. Jin hyung .. i'm so sorry i don't know what's going on i just feel tired but it didn't excuse i lashed out like that i'm so sorry i didn't meant to—"

"Sshh ... Jimin-ah, baby ..", Yoongi peels him away from Jungkook, "Ssh .. it's okay. Joon and Jin-hyung understand you didn't mean bad. Right?"

"Yes, Jimin-ah, we're just concerned for you", Namjoon hums, squatting in front of the blonde and pat his shoulders in comforting manners, "Relax Min, i'm not upset"

"Mhm, hyung just concerned. That's it. If you think you can handle it then that's fine", Jin chimes in, ruffling his hair. Jimin sniffles, " 'm sorry .. i don't know what's getting into me"

Yoongi smiles, "Here .. there's energy bar and medicine that supposed to calm down your stomach"

***

The medicine didn't work. Jimin is tired. He has lost count how many times today he had to hide under the blind spot on the stage to bend over his knees—catching his breath while gagging at the same time. At one point, he managed to push out a gush of water over the trashcan that the staff has prepared—looking at his predicament, as that's the only thing he took during the concert. By the time the encore done, Jimin was left exhausted.

"Still nauseous?", Yoongi asks as they prepared to leave. Jimin sprawl at the couch, looking slightly paler. His usually plump lips has gone chapped with how much he throws up and gagging today. It feels like water has left his body just in 5 minutes after he took it. "Mhm ..", Jimin hums, letting Yoongi pull himself to stand up as they leave to the car. "I feel like my soul has got sucked out"

Yoongi chuckles, holding the younger by his shoulders. "Still don't want to go to the hospital? We can get a quick check up, love .. you throws up a lot, i'm worried"

Jimin groans, as he shuffles to the seat. Yoongi plops besides him. "I just want to sleep now hyung. And we're in a foreign country", he sighs. Deep down he also want to put this on stop. Feeling nauseous all the time has driving him crazy actually. "When we go back to Korea?", Jimin bargains, and it swells his heart as he sees Yoongi lits up at his words. He yelps when the older leans forward to steal a quick peck, "Deal"

***

If Jimin tought yesterday was bad, then today must've classified as Worst.

Today, the kitchen sink is the victim of his morning routine, and it was triggered by the hotel breakfast buffet. But he can't pinpoint which one that causing it as he took few small portion from the menu and ran with it. It was when he's back in his room and getting ready that his stomach starts to churn.

Before he knows it, he already lounged to the sink, hands gripping the marble counter with a force that makes his nail white, as his body wracked with discomfort and queasiness. The sound of his gagging and retching into the metal sink echoes throughout the small hotel room. The vomit splattering against the sink in heavy, wet sprays. It's not the usual soupy chunks, but a mess of bile and chunky food matter, like a brown, wet gravy. Jimin's eyes water as he keeps trying to purge the food from his stomach that's so desperate to come back up.

"Gosh .. you're throwing up a lot, love", Yoongi coos from the back. His hand adding the pressure around the younger back, patting it as he chokes on a particular deep gag—resulting in a heavy plops of thick vomit. Maybe it was the dessert this times. Jimin splutters, turning the tap, desperately to rinse his mouth and getting rid of the mess. The sight making him want to hurl more. "All of my breakfast .. ", he sniffles, "Gone hyung .."

"I know", Yoongi answers as he peels himself away to get his boyfriend glass of water. He winces when new found gag can be heard again. He trudges there back, swiping Jimin's hair in one swift motion and tied it before focusing again to the vomiting session in hand. It took him another few dry heaves before his stomach deemed it done.

"I'm so tired hyung ..", Jimin sighs, slumping against the counter as he's too tired to walk to the couch and rest properly. Yoongi is about to reply, when both of their phone ring—their manager is calling, and it's time to go. Jimin groans, before stomping his feet to go.

And it was just like yesterday, except this time Jimin didn't get to bring himself to the bathroom—instead snatching a plastic bag on the table to vomit. He didn't even know what's causing it this time. He had been feeling nauseated as always when he's in the car, but he was just resting on the couch when nausea mounting quickly. He jolts from his position, before projectile vomiting into the plastic bag. His whole body heaving with the force of each painful retch. The vomit is almost all liquid now, barely any solid chunks to his stomach's content at last.

"Jimin ..", someone was beside him, wrapping his arms around his shoulder as Jimin ducked his head down to the bag. He's past feeling embarassed as the sickness is feeling more overwhelming. "Sorry ..", still he feels bad for everyone in the tiny room have to hear him tossing his guts out.

"It's okay .. let it out"

And Jimin back at it—he coughs and sputters his way through another bout of dry heaving, expelling even more water from his body until he's practically bent over, head almost touching his knees if it wasn't for someone holding his shoulder, with his hands gripping the bag tightly. He closes his eyes and lets his tears fall as his body rumbles and churns violently without anything left inside his stomach. "Ah ... hurts", he moans when he finally managed to straighten himself.

"Better?"

Ah, apparently it was Seokjin. Yoongi was also crouching beside him with worry apparent in his eyes. He accepts water that the older hands him, taking a little sips as he isn't sure if his stomach want to cooperate now. "Thank you hyung", he murmurs, letting Seokjin take the bag away and Yoongi scurries to his side. "Baby .. you sure you still want to—"

"Hyung .. please", Jimin pleas, tired of this circling conversation. "I'm sorry .. i'm just—"

"Worried .. i know", Jimin sighs.

"Jimin-ah", Seokjin trudges towards him, but now with IV on his hand. "Do you want to take this? It will help you dehydrated, and maybe feeling better before we go up there"

Jimin nods, willing to accept anything as long as he can go on stage. Yoongi trails beside him as they walk to the emergency make-shift room, and he held his hand during the process.

The IV works wonder—Jimin was estatic that he gonna get to end the concert without a significant hitch. He was able to push through 3/4 of the concert without wanting to throw up. The nausea is still there, but at least it's never spiked up until he needs to throw up. But little did he know that it was a calm before storms—as by the time for encore, it feels like the vitamin and liquid that has been injected to him vanished into thin air. Nausea crashing at him in full force as they are singing So What—that requires him to jump around and be as energetic as he can. He did try to slow down his pace, not jumping around as much ; but it's just inevitable as he sees the audience jumping around too. How can he not gives back the same amount of energy? Even though it's at the cost of feeling his stomach content jolts at the back of his throat every time he jumps.

He reached his peak during Anpanman—the bouncy castles tipped him off the edge. After several, agonizing minutes of wrestling with his body and fighting nausea, Jimin finally just can't keep himself from being sick again. He walks away from the bouncy castles, hoping that it would lessen the churning on his stomach from the movement. But apparently his stomach has become to sensitive, that even walking around making the queasiness intensifies. His muscles feel weak and his head light—Jimin stands still, his ears ringing in between the roar of his blood rushing and the thump of his in-ear monitor ; before he rushes to the back. He can't think of anything but not vomiting his guts out on the stage. He just hopes that he didn't run off on his part. He barely make it to the stairs, when he belches. He cupped his mouth, hoping that the staff already know what's going on and turn off his mic. By the time he got down, his cheeks already filled with vomit.

Staff running off to him, catching his swaying body by the end of stairs and immediately handing him a sick bag. Jimin didn't need to try—one burp already enough to fill the bag with his stomach contents. He sucks a deep breathe ; it hurts to do so, as he still also panting from adrenaline on the stage. His breath comes as a painful gasps, before his stomach belches violently, and he feels a hot, greasy mess flow up his throat and into his mouth. He gags and burps as a bigger wave of vomit flows into the bag. His body shakes and trembles with discomfort. "Oh gosh...", he mutters again, closing his eyes and waiting for the latest bout of illness to fade.

He barely keep his consciousness during the whole ordeal as he can't pull the sick bag away from his mouth—suddenly, he's already in the emergency room, with staff surrounding him. One holding an oxygen can, another fanning him, and another helping him to hold the sick bag.

"Jimin!"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #and again another mpreg fic #sick!jimin #caretaker!yoongi

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