#shinee sickfic

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 21: ALT - Flushed Cheeks

Fandom: SHINee

Sickie: Kibum (fever, broken heart)

Caregiver(s): Jinki

Word Count: 1,455

Notes: Heavily based on Kelsea Ballerini's 'the way i used to.' I've been SO into her music lately, and might be writing a few drabbles based on her songs... but this one hit first cause this song is 🔥 ALSO, I'm still not sure how I feel about writing idols in romantic relationships, so this one very vaguely references a past relationship with an unspecified ex. Used 'them' for the ex cause I don't want to assume anything here, but needed to write a heartbreak plot line.

At exactly 2:15am on the dot, Jinki woke up to the sound of his phone crashing to the floor, the vibrations from in an incoming call sending it over the edge of his nightstand. Jinki snapped awake, scrambling for the phone, bleary eyes squinting at screen. Minho. “Hello?”

“Hyung? I’m worried about Kibum.” Minho wasted no time, his voice dead serious. Jinki sat up, rubbing at his eyes to wake himself up faster. “He’d been texting me almost non stop. Real nonsensical things, probably voice to text. But since I’m in L.A., I can’t…” Jinki could practically hear him pinching the bridge of his nose in worry. “Can you please go check on him?”

“Of course.” 

“Thank you. 

*

“Kibum?” Jinki called as he closed the door behind him. It had taken him half an hour to roll out of bed, look presentable enough in case he got pulled over or had to take Kibum to the hospital or something, and drive over to his friend’s apartment. He’d called Kibum three times and texted him to say he was on his way over, but had received no response. Much like now. Thankfully, he had a spare key to get in. “Kibum!” he tried again. Still nothing, except footsteps and murmuring from deeper in the house. Sighing, Jinki toed off his shoes and followed the sounds down the hallway until he found his friend. 

Kibum was pacing back and forth in his living room, fingers tapping on his lower lip as his eyes moved rapidly through space. A notebook and several writing instruments were strewn about the coffee table, coupled with a bottle of tequila and a shot glass, which was currently laying on its side. Kibum’s phone was precariously placed at the very edge of the coffee table. 

“Kibum?”

The younger man startled at Jinki’s voice, having just noticed him for the first time. His hand flew to his chest. “Jinki, what the fuck? When did you get here?”

“Just now. Minho called me. He’s worried sick about you.”

Kibum blinked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Minho? He’s in California…”

“Yeah, which is why he called me. He said you’ve been sending him some pretty alarming messages?” Kibum frowned, eyes shifting to his phone. His movements were uncharacteristically jerky as he grabbed the device, and began tapping the screen. His face crumpled into more confusion as he scrolled. “What’s… all this?”

Kibum looked up from the phone with wide eyes, as if seeing the mess of his living room for the first time. “Writing.” He knelt down in front of the notebook, fingers caressing the page. 

“Writing what?” Jinki bit his lip, observing Kibum closely. The younger man looked dazed, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed, fingers fidgeting endlessly.

“A song.” 

Jinki had seen Kibum in a writing trance before, but he’d never seen him like this. The pacing, the finger tapping, that was normal. The shaking? The listlessness? That was off. And the drinking… Jinki nodded to himself, something clicking in his brain. He needed to keep Kibum talking. “Why are you writing a song now? It’s 3am!” 

Kibum shrugged. “When the muse awakens, one must heed its call.” His voice trailed off as he scrambled for a pencil and scribbled something in the notebook. 

Jinki shook his head, moving closer to his friend. Kibum flinched, instinctively covering most of the paper with his elbow. He seemed to believe Jinki hadn’t noticed that. So the elder let him, simply nodding towards the bottle. “What’cha drinkin’?”

Kibum’s eyes assessed the tequila. He shrugged. “Not really sure. Just needed something to help the words flow…”

“You know…” Jinki settled onto his knees next to Kibum. The younger man’s body tensed, and he didn’t turn to acknowledge Jinki joining him on the floor. “You’ve always had a knack for writing lyrics. You’ve never mentioned needing help with ‘flow’ or anything. In fact, I thought you said that drinking while writing actually slows down your process…”

“Well, yeah, most of the time it does but, sometimes it…”

“Except.” Kibum’s lips snapped shut. He still refused to meet Jinki’s eyes despite the elder staring at him straight on. “Except when you’re writing about a break up.” Kibum’s eyes could have burned a hole in his table. Jinki let the tense silence carry on for a few heartbeats. “Bummie, are you thinking about them again?” 

Kibum sat still as a statue. Jinki watched him worriedly, observing each inhale and exhale, the beads of sweat at his hairline. He saw Kibum’s eyes move to his phone, and sensed what was about to happen before Kibum could move, snatching the phone up himself. 

“HEY!” Kibum grasped at Jinki’s back as the leader swiveled away from him, unlocking Kibum’s phone and clicking into his messages. Sure enough, the last string of texts Kibum had sent to Minho were all about them. I miss them, Minho. think I fucked up… I should text them, right? It’s been so long. Just to check in. It’s just a phone call? That’s nothing. It was a mistake… all of it. They’ve posted pictures with the same person on Instagram FIVE times recently!!! That doesn’t mean anything, right? I should call…

“Hyung, noooo…” Kibum whined. His hands, buried in Jinki’s shirt stopped pulling backwards, and started pulling down instead. Jinki peeked over his shoulder, watching Kibum’s fingers detach from his shirt as he slumped face first to the floor. 

“Oh, baby.” Jinki shifted around, petting Kibum’s hair. “It’s okay, sweetheart…”

“NO! It’s NOT okay!” Kibum cried into the floor. “They’re in love with SOMEONE ELSE! And it’s NOT FAIR!”

“You don’t know that…”

“I do know! Why else would they have broken up with me?!”

“Sometimes people just aren’t meant to be, Ki…”

“We WERE, I KNOW IT!”

“If that was true, then they wouldn’t have hurt you like this. You loved them so, much, and I know how painful that is to let go of…”

“But they aren’t in love with ME!” A gasping sob. “Why didn’t they love me?!”

Jinki clicked his tongue, his hand moving to rub at Kibum’s shoulders. The younger man crawled forehead, head falling into Jinki’s lap. “Bummie, it’s not your fault. They weren’t your person, and that just means that somewhere out there…”

“Oh, spare me all that ‘other fish in the sea’ bullshit.” Kibum sniffled sharply, rubbing at his eyes. “I don’t want another fish. I want to be their fish.”

“Kibum, come on. You’re not the only one who’s had their heart broken before…”

The younger man scoffed. “Sure, sure. But you don’t get it. You weren’t… this relationship was…” His face screwed shut, a fist placed against his forehead. “Fuck, I loved them, Jinki. I love them. I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone before, not like this.” His eyes turned up at that, tearstained cheeks and all staring at Jinki with such vulnerability the older man felt his own eyes start to sting. 

“I’m so sorry, Kibum. You deserve someone who loves as fiercely as you love them.” Jinki traced a finger down Kibum’s cheek. He paused. Placed his finger back on Kibum’s cheekbone. Then placed his palm on the younger man’s forehead. “Bummie, how long have you had a fever?”

Kibum shrugged. “Maybe two days?”

“Two days?”

Kibum shrugged again. “It’s just work stress…”

“A fever’s never ‘just’ anything. No wonder you’re backsliding again…” Jinki cupped both of Kibum’s cheeks, leaning over him upside down. “Baby, just call me next time. Then we don’t need to go through the pain of recollecting the ex.”

Kibum pouted his lips. “I’m sorry?”

Jinki rolled his eyes. He then very gently pushed at Kibum’s shoulders to sit him up, before standing up himself and holding out his hands. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

Kibum took Jinki’s hands and let himself be pulled to his feet. “Are you sure we can’t call them, though? Just to see if…”

“Nope. No calling. The rules were clear when we made them a month ago.”

Kibum pouted. “Minho would let me call…”

“Oh sweetheart, you are so lucky I’m here and not Minho.” Even in his semi-delirious state, Kibum knew to immediately close his mouth. Even though Jinki’s voice was still light, a bright smile still on his lips, anyone who knew him well could see that he was at the edge of his seemingly infinite patience. Honestly, a part of Kibum understood; Jinki was only trying to protect him. Which was why Kibum allowed himself to be led back to his room and cared for by his worried hyung. Because, in the end, even if he was single, he knew what love looked like. He was loved. Very, very loved.

[feverishly-kpop]

Key & SHINee - Stomach Ache

The argument had taken up the entirety of the small break they had between sets. Minho had ushered Taemin away the minute Onew and Key began raising their voices but it was impossible for them not to overhear what was being shouted behind the closed door.

“I said no” Onew said with a degree of finality that would have been enough to convince most people that there was no room left to argue. But Key wasn’t most people and there was no way he was letting a stomach ache get in the way of the rest of their performance.

“And I really don’t care what you have to say” Key shot back, doing his best to keep his voice from wavering. He knew he was being disrespectful but his focus was on finishing the concert. Once they had taken their final bows he’d address the pain in his stomach that had started as a dull ache earlier that day but had since become so severe that it nearly took his breath away.

Of course the rest of the members had noticed his discomfort but it wasn’t until he ran off stage at the conclusion of their second to last set to be sick that they became seriously concerned. Despite Onew’s protest Key pushed past him and out the door, finding Minho and Taemin standing awkwardly just down the hall.

Before anybody could say another word they were given a 30 second warning. Key was content knowing that he got his way - he’d be able to perform the last set and finish out the concert. But as he approached the stage it occurred to him. He’d been so focused on his argument with Onew and making sure that he’d be able to continue performing that he failed to give consideration to how exactly he was doing to make it through until the end.

*~*~*~*~*~

It felt to Key like a miracle. He had managed to make it through their last set, purposely avoiding the rest of the members during the quick pause before the encore. But by the time they finished the final song of the encore Key was exhausted. Plastering himself into Taemin’s side, his body went through the motions. The smiles, the waves, the finger hearts and flying kisses. He’d been at this long enough that he didn’t even have to think about it. It was an automatic reflex at this point. His mind, on the other hand, was solely focused on one thing and one thing alone - how much longer he’d have before he got sick again, silently praying that he’d at least be able to make it off stage before he humiliated himself in front of the fans.

Luckily for Key, Taemin seemed to get the message loud and clear, giving Key’s shoulder a quick squeeze before heading offstage where Key instantly grabbed at the nearest wall with one hand while ripping at this stage outfit with the other, desperately trying to get some air.

“Hyung, let me help you” Taemin said quietly, trying to undo the myriad of tiny buttons that went down the front of Key’s shirt. He had gotten about halfway through when Key sank down the wall to the floor, clutching at his stomach in a way that could only mean one thing.

Just as Taemin was about to panic Onew stepped off stage with Minho, instantly grabbing the nearest waste paper basket before deftly sliding it in front of Key just in time for him to vomit.

“It’s okay” Onew repeated in Key’s ear, doing his best to calm his dongsaeng. Minho has sprinted off in search of a cold bottle of water as Taemin staggered back a few steps, feeling a bit lightheaded himself as he watched his hyung struggle to catch his breath.

Within a few minutes Key’s nausea had abated. Minho took the opportunity to wordlessly hand over the bottle of water he had found.

“Don’t say anything” Key muttered between sips.

“I wasn’t planning on it” Minho replied with a smirk, relieved that Key was at least feeling well enough to bicker with him.

There was a moment of slightly tense silence between the members as Key continued to drink his water.

“I thought we were past this” Onew finally said. There was a sense of sadness in his voice that caught the rest off guard. When nobody responded he continued. “We’ve talked about this so many times. We’ve been doing this for nearly half of our lives. When something is the matter you say something.”

Key shifted uneasily under the glare of the rest of the members. He immediately regretted the harsh words that he had exchanged with Onew earlier that evening. The memory of Onew begging them to come to him when they needed somebody and to be honest with one another when they weren’t feeling their best physically, mentally, or emotionally quickly came to Key’s mind. He had made a promise to Onew that day that he failed to keep.

“Hyung I’m so sorry” Key replied, tears visibly forming in his eyes.

Onew instantly dropped to the floor next to Key and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

“How’s your stomach” Onew asked as Key laid his head on his hyung’s shoulder.

“Hurts” Key mumbled in response. “But it’s a little better than before.”

“Do you think you’re going to be sick again?” Onew was relieved when Key shook his head. “Alright, then I’ll take you back to your place. We’ve got a week off so you can rest and get back on your feet.”

Key sighed as Onew and Minho helped him to his feet. “For what it’s worth, hyung. I really do care what you have to say. And thank you. For everything.”

[mseerie-fics]

Minho isn't used to having a partner be vulnerable with him, so Taeyeon fills in the gaps until he gets his act together.

As soon as he heard the door open, Kibum groaned. “You didn't,” he said, rolling over to look up at Minho, who was sitting in bed next to him. Minho at least had the decency to look sheepish.

“I did,” he admitted, combing back a lock of Key’s hair with his fingers. “I didn’t know what to do?” He said.

Key rolled over again, burying his face in his pillow.

“We lived together for years,” he yelled, or tried to yell before breaking off into a coughing fit.

“And he still doesn’t know what to do with you,” Taeyeon said from the doorway.

[shadowbrightshine]

I love being a writer. Yes I'm working on 3 different things at once, I haven't published anything so they all are on the same document and I can skip around.

I'm really sick so I'm writing a sickfic for curtwen. Also because there are only 5 of them on ao3. AFTER 9 YEARS!

Yall are sleeping on the glory that is the sick fic.

Anyways here's a little bit of it I'm extra proud of.

[cuddlepilefics]

Sprained ankle (short)

Fandom: Shinee/SuperM

Sickie: Taemin

Caregivers: Minho & Jongin

No one’s POV.:

How long had they been practicing? Taemin didn’t know, couldn’t possibly remember. Since all their groups had different schedules, him, Baekhyun and Jongin hadn’t been able to practice with the other SuperM members. While Baekhyun was away on solo promotions, Taemin and Jongin tried to catch up to what they had missed. They had recording sessions, squeezed in between their individual schedules and earlier that week, a choreographer had taught them the new dances, well aware that the two could practice by themselves after being shown the choreography. He also gave them a recording, so they could watch and teach themselves whenever they got the opportunity to.

Taemin and Jongin had met up outside their official schedule almost every night to practice the new choreographies. They were the main dancers of their individual groups, so they had a reputation to uphold and if that meant sacrificing their sleep in order to perfect their dancing, so be it. Taemin’s head ached from the lack of sleep and he had seen Jongin down two painkillers earlier too, though the younger didn’t mention what was bothering him. The endless hours of additional dance practice left them both incredibly sore and their groups had already started go worry, though they knew that sometimes this hard work was what it took to achieve their success.

Having completely switched to auto-pilot, Taemin executed the moves from muscle memory, his mind blank. It seemed like he was looking at himself in the large mirror to monitor his dancing but he wasn’t actually aware of what he saw or did. Only an intense pain shooting up his leg and his vision tilting sideways brought Taemin back to focus, though not in time to catch himself. “Shit! Are you okay, hyung?”, Jongin gasped, dropping into a crouch next to his friend. Gritting his teeth as he sat up, Taemin forced out: “Ugh, yeah. Think so.” The younger offered Taemin a hand and pulled him up, only for him to stumble immediately.

“Fuck!”, Taemin hissed, clinging to Jongin’s shoulder for support, “I hurt my ankle. Just realized when I tried to put weight on it.” Suppressing a curse of his own, Jongin helped the older limp over to their bags where he sat down and dropped his aching head back against the wall. While Taemin dried his face and started to unlace his shoe, Jongin offered: “Do you want me to call anyone? Any of your members or your manager?” – “None of the members”, the other groaned, studying the already developing bruise around his ankle, “I hope they’re asleep ‘cause our schedules have been tough. Maybe my manager or one of the company drivers? It’s already starting to swell, so I should probably get it looked at maybe have an x-ray taken.” – “I’ll call your manager”, Jongin nodded sympathetically, “He can take you to the hospital and adjust your schedules depending on the diagnosis.”

While they waited for Taemin’s manager to come and pick him up, Jongin got a bottle of ice cold water from a vending machine and poured it onto his friend’s towel before carefully draping the cold fabric around his ankle, hoping to dull the pain a little. “Thanks”, Taemin panted, “I’ll text you once I know how serious it is. Hope it’s just a sprain.” Jongin hummed in agreement, contemplating whether he should continue practicing on his own or call it a day to avoid injuring himself due to his exhaustion.

When Taemin had left with his manager, Jongin took a bathroom break to make up his mind and assess just how bad his exhaustion was. On his way back to the practice room, he ran into Minho, the older not yet having headed home. Jongin quickly told Minho about the accident and the other advised him not to keep practicing or else he might hurt himself too. Once they parted, Minho called their manager and agreed to meet them at the hospital.

Surprisingly, the waiting area wasn’t as packed as Minho had feared it’d be and he joined their manager, taking a seat in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs. There were no updates yet but they distracted themselves from the wait by discussing the possible changes that could be made to the groups schedule to accommodate Taemin’s recovery. Eventually, Minho looked up to see his dongsaeng hobbling towards them on crutches.

“Just a sprain”, Taemin announced with a tired smile, “What are you doing here, hyung?” – “I ran into Jongin and he told me what happened, so I wanted to see how you’re doing and if you need help”, Minho explained, “If you want, you can stay with me for a couple of days. I can help you out while you’re on crutches.” The younger felt the need to refuse, not wanting to burden his hyung but he was also exhausted to the bone and tired of being alone. It was especially at times of overlapping schedules and physical injuries that his mind questioned why he was doing this to himself and if it was the right path. Maybe he’d go with Minho, if just for the company and comfort he provided.

“’m so glad they gave me something for the pain”, Taemin yawned as they got into the car, “I can still feel it pulsing but my head feels better.” – “What about your head? You didn’t hit it when you fell, did you?”, Minho frowned worriedly. The younger shook his head before resting it on Minho’s shoulder, breathing: “My head was killing me earlier. Probably why I didn’t pay attention and tripped myself in the first place. The headache’s gone now though.” – “You’re unbelievable “, the older sighed, “You should’ve rested before it reached that point, you fool.” A sleepy smile played across Taemin’s face because he could hear the fondness in the other’s voice despite the scolding.

Taemin must have fallen asleep on Minho’s shoulder somewhere along the way because the next thing he knew was his hyung shaking him, encouraging: “Come on. Let’s get you upstairs and I’ll fetch you an icepack for your ankle before you’re going to sleep. Can’t let your exhaustion make you even clumsier and get you into more trouble.”

[kibumseyeroll]

Sickie:kibum

Caregiver:jinki

Kibum woke up at 4 am covered in sweat at first he didn't understand why he had woken up but then all of sudden he felt agonizing pain all over his body he was so hot but so cold at the same time his stomach hurt the worst his stomach felt like a knife was being stabbed into it.

He got up groaning walking to the bathroom he looked into the mirror and was shocked at his appearance he was extremely pale almost gray and his face was covered in sweat he splashed water on his face and looked back in the mirror he needed some pain killers now he walked to his medicine closet and got some medicine and then decided to go straight back to bed he laid down with a thump and fell asleep almost immediately.

Kibum woke up to his alarm blasting in his ears he groaned in pain and smack it to get it to shut up he sat there feeling 10x worse than he did last night he didn't think that was possible but his stomach hurt a lot more than it did last night cramps washing over him he felt like he was gonna die all a sudden he got a text from his manager reminding him he had a variety show go to with jinki "shit" he mumbles musters the courage to get up and put on simple T-shirt and sweats and doesn't brush his hair he just leaves and gets into his mangers car and sits next to jinki and doesn't say anything just sits there quietly and hopes Jinki doesn't catch on but of course jinki notices and asks "are you okay bammie your a little quiet?". "Yeah I'm fine just a little tired hyung" kibum responds.

Kibum is infact not fine is stomach is feels like it's about explode and he feels like crying but he doesn't he tries to keep his Composer he lays his head on the window feeling exhausted and falls into a restless sleep. "Bammie wake up were here". Jinki says kibum groans sub consciously jinki looks at him worriedly "kibum are you sure your alright"? "Yeah yeah I'm fine hyung" and stands up swaying a bit but catches his balance and gets out of the car walking into the set he really doesn't want to be there but he knows he has to he can't disappoint his fans or his hyung after getting hair and make up done he walks out onto the set.

Putting on a fake smile trying to keep up the act but all a sudden he feels a pain go throughout his body and his stomach cramp and the world spins it all becomes too much he falls to floor groaning and starts violently sobbing arm's protectively around his stomach "bammie!" Jinki comes running to kibum "are you okay? I knew something wasn't right" kibum can't speak all he can do is cry "shhhh shhhh hyungs got you let's get you home" Jinki pulls kibum up and supports him by the waist "wow there bammie don't pass out on me" Jinki finally is able to stabilize kibum and takes him out of the building.

Kibum is still crying "shhhh kibum it's ok you'll be ok we'll be home soon" he sees his mangers car pull up and quickly ushers kibum and him into the car now they are in the car jinki slowly starts petting kibums hair and strokes his back and whispers comforting words to him kibum slowly starts to calm down and starts to fall asleep jinki whispers "that's it bammie hyungs here i got you".

[sneezyminniejo]

Can you write a sick mark lee from nct and superm? Like with a fever so bad that he can barely stand/move and someone random taking care of him

Here it is. Hope you enjoy. I also got a little help from @writercloud

High Fever and Shinee

NCT Dream currently has a pretty tight schedule for comeback preparations. As such, Mark, Chenle, and Donghyuck decided to crash at the Dream dorm to make sure that all seven men would be able to efficiently get to their schedule in a timely manner. It was a great idea in theory because then Mark, the leader of the sub unit, would be able to ensure that everyone is where they need to be when they need to be. Unfortunately, things went south on day three of comeback prep.

Everyone was currently bustling about the kitchen making breakfast or eating, just getting ready for the day in general. Well, almost everyone. It was half an hour before the group was due to head to the company and Mark had yet to emerge from his room. Since Donghyuck had been rooming with the leader for the past couple of days, he went to go make sure that the older man was awake.

Donghyuck didn’t hesitate to turn the light on as soon as he opened the door. The first thing he noticed was that Mark did not look good at all. He approached the older man and shook his arm, practically retracting his immediately at the heat that was radiating from him.

“Hyung, it’s time to get up.” The younger said before shouting out the room, “Can someone bring me the thermometer please!?” It wasn’t long before Renjun appeared with the thermometer, the other members had also crowded at the door at the declaration for the device. Donghyuck properly shook Mark awake and put the thermometer in the older’s mouth. A minute later, the device beeped and Donghyuck’s eyes widened at the number.

“Shit 39. You’re not going anywhere hyung. Jaemin, can you call the manager and  tell him Mark hyung is sick?” Jaemin took his phone out and began messaging the manager. Chenle had gone to the bathroom to get some medicine.

By the time Mark had been given some medicine and a protein shake to drink, the group’s manager had arrived at the dorm. They apparently had their phone on silent, so they didn’t get any of the texts Jaemin sent.

“It’s time to go.” The manager said, sounding slightly annoyed as he had to walk through the dorm to find the seven men. He looked annoyed when only six men appeared in the hallway.

“Where’s Mark?” He asked.

“Manager-nim, Mark hyung has a bad fever. He’s still in bed.” Jisung said. This was apparently the wrong thing to say because the manager sighed in frustration.

“I don’t care what Mark is doing. We’re running late and everyone needs to be in the car five minutes ago.” The other members tried to talk some sense into the manager, but were unsuccessful. Haechan and Jisung went back to Mark’s room to wake him up.

“Hyung, manager-nim says you need to come to the company with us.” Donghyuck said. Mark groaned as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. As soon as he stood up, his legs completely buckled under his weight, and Donghyuck and Jisung had to essentially carry him out. Unfortunately, the manager merely looked annoyed that it was taking them so long to get to the car and showed no sympathy or care towards Mark’s condition. Since it was clear that Mark was being forced to go to the company, the six healthy members decided that they would bring him to one of the recording studios to spend the day in. They had a feeling that the manager wasn’t going to care.

Sure enough, the manager said that he was going to be in back to back meetings all day and under no circumstances wanted to be bothered with anything. He left the seven Dream members in the lobby before walking in the direction of the conference rooms.

Jaemin and Jeno carried Mark to one of the recording studios that was empty and gently place Mark on the sofa. Renjun had brought a clean washcloth from the dorm and used a water bottle to wet it before placing it on the leader’s forehead.

“Rest well hyung. We’ll be by after our schedules to bring you home.” The trio then left to join the rest in their comeback preparations.

Some time later, Mark wakes up with one thing on his mind. He really needs to pee. He makes a move to stand up and immediately crumples to the floor. It startled him enough that he realized a couple of things. One, he's kind of achy all over. Two, he is most definitely not at the dorm. Three, he has a vague recollection of his dongsaengs trying to talk their manager into letting him stay home. He also sees the damp towel that is now on the floor. Someone must've been trying to lower his fever.

He didn't have any time to dwell on any of that because he still needed to pee. He tried to stand again and failed, realizing that he would probably need to crawl to the nearest bathroom. Just great.

Mark somehow managed to get the studio door open. However it was easier than he was expecting. He didn't get much farther than the door because Taemin was standing in front of him.

Taemin didn’t know what to think of Mark being in the studio that should be empty. He also wasn’t quite sure how to react to the younger man slowly crawling out of the room. He moved out of the way to let Mark pass, but then the oddness of the situation caught up to him, so he quickly walked after the younger.

“Mark-ah, why are you on the floor?” He asked.

“I need to pee.” Was all Mark responded with. Unfortunately for the younger, Taemin didn’t accept that for a proper answer. Taemin crouched down and moved to help Mark stand up, only to realize that he was essentially a dead weight.

“Mark-ah, is there a reason you’re refusing to stand?” Taemin asks this as he attempts to look over the younger to see if he’s injured.

“Too weak.” Mark mumbled. Taemin looked confused, then took in Mark’s appearance. Mark looked a bit pale and there was water on the edge of his hairline. Taemin did his best to support all of Mark’s weight with one arm before ultimately deciding to set him back down on the floor and he put his hand against his dongsaeng’s forehead.

“I’m going to grab one of my hyung’s. You wait here.” Taemin said like Mark could really move in the first place. Taemin ran down the hall to look for his members.

“Hyung, I need help.” Taemin all but shouted when he slammed the door to the practice room open. Only there wasn’t anyone in the room and the lights were off. Taemin swore as he realized that his hyung must’ve actually returned to his apartment like he said he would, when normally he says he’s going to go home, but stays for like two more hours. Taemin ran back to where he had left Mark, only to find the hallway empty and the door to the bathroom swinging shut.

Taemin rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom and watched for a second as Mark attempted to pull himself up to use the urinal. “You could just use the stall you know.” He said as he picked his dongsaeng up by the armpits and helped him to sit on the toilet. Once Mark was finished, Taemin struggled a little as she brought Mark to his car.

“I have no clue why you’re here when you can’t even stand. I’m taking you to my hyung’s house so you can get some rest.” The older man didn’t even bother waiting for a reply as he started the car.

Once en route to the desired address, Taemin asked Siri to send a message to Taeyong. He had the numbers of all of the Super M members, but figured that the NCT leader would be the best person to notify. Either way, he sent a message to Taeyong, telling him that he found Mark in one of the recording studios, and he’s clearly sick and he’s taking him to one of his hyung’s houses. He also sent the address to the house when he arrived at the destination.

“You know Mark from NCT and Super M?” Taemin asks as he leads the group outside. “Well, I found him in one of the studios and he seems to have a pretty high fever. He’s so weak that can’t hold himself up. So I decided to bring him here.” Taemin opened the door and unbuckled Mark’s seat belt. The younger tried to get out of the vehicle and promptly fell into Taemin’s arms.

Taemin left Mark in the car while he went inside the house. “KIBUM HYUNG! I NEED HELP!” He shouted. Apparently Jinki and Minho were also here because they came running just as fast as Kibum when Taemin shouted.

“Why are you screaming Tae? You can’t possibly have something that important. We literally just saw each other an hour ago.”

Jinki helped Taemin bring Mark into Kibum’s house. Kibum went to his bathroom and returned with the thermometer shortly after Mark was laid on the couch. Kibum put the thermometer in Mark’s mouth and a look of concern spread across his face. “38.9. That is high. I’m going to grab a fever patch.” The owner of the house turned to Mark. “Have you taken any medicine today?”

Mark hummed. “I think one of my members gave me something earlier.” Was all he said. When Kibum tried pressing for the medication and the time, he got nothing. Mark’s memory of the morning was far too hazy. “Right. We’ll stick with the fever patch for now. Maybe some ice packs too.” Kibum went to fetch the fever patch and Minho went to the kitchen to grab some ice packs. Meanwhile, Jinki also went to the kitchen, but that was to take over the space and make soup.

“You should text him again to let him know what Mark’s temperature is. Although, I am curious why he was even at the company to begin with seeing as he’s in absolutely no condition to work.” Minho, Taemin, Kibum continued to talk, and Mark had fallen asleep. Eventually Jinki came in with the soup, and Taemin began to shake Mark awake.

Minho came back and placed the ice packs under Mark’s armpits. “Minnie, did you contact anyone in his group that you brought him here?” Taemin nodded.

“Yeah, I contacted Taeyong. I haven’t gotten a response yet though.” He said as he showed his phone to his hyung.

“W-what’s going on?” Mark asked groggily as he slowly sat up with the help of Taemin.

“Really.” Minho said, sounding faux offended. “Hand feeding and extra pillows. Why haven’t you guys ever treated me like this when I’m sick?” He asked with full drama in his voice and his hand on his chest.

“You’re sick Mark-ah. I brought you to Kibum hyung’s house because I didn’t want to leave you alone and I didn’t know what the rest of your members’ schedules looked like.” Mark nodded and was going to respond, but Jinki abruptly put a spoonful of soup in his mouth. He was not expecting that to happen and he began coughing.

“Sorry. I probably should have warned you.” Jinki said as he brought another spoonful of soup to Mark’s mouth. Kibum had disappeared again, this time returning with a small pile of pillows and blankets. He then began using the pillows to prop Mark up further on the couch.

“Maybe so. But you’re the maknae of SuperM, and aren’t you also one of the maknaes of NCT?” Taemin asked.

“Because Minho, you’re a menace and an adult. You’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. Besides, he’s just a kid.”

“I was born in 99 you know.” Mark says, Although there was more tiredness in his voice than anything else.

“Depends on how you look at it. I’m the second youngest of 127, but I’m the oldest and the leader of Dream.” Mark accepted another spoonful of soup and then his eyes widened. “Shit, I don’t think any of them know I’m here. Where’s my phone?” Mark starts patting down his pockets before realizing he’s in his pajamas, which don’t have pockets.

“Just relax and go back to sleep. You’re going to stay on that couch until your manager or one of your members comes to collect you.’ Jinki said. Kibum nodded in agreement and put Minho into a headlock when he began complaining on how unjust they were being.

“Don’t worry about that Mark-ah. I messaged Taeyong where you are. I’m just waiting for a response from him.” Mark calmed a bit at that and yawned again.

“I feel like I’ve been sleeping all morning. I don’t like it.”

Mark spent the next three hours sleeping, and only woke up because Taeyong arrived to bring him back to the dorm. Apparently as soon as he got Taemin’s text, Taeyong called up Donghyuck to ask what had happened for Mark to be found in a recording studio unable to walk. The NCT leader was not happy to find out that one of the managers had been at fault and spent a good chunk of time meeting with the CEO about how that shouldn’t have happened. Anyway, Mark now has the next week off to get proper rest, and Taeyong decided that he’s going to go back to the 127 dorm to try to limit possible contagion. No one really wants to have the Dream comeback postponed for illness, so if Taeyong can keep the other members from getting sick, he’s going to do his best.

Minho helped Taeyong get Mark into his car and the NCT leader drove Mark to the 127 dorm. Johnny got some more soup into him before sending him to bed. Mark promptly fell back asleep and really only woke up for food, meds, and bathroom. He was able to be awake for longer as his fever lowered, and also had to rely less on assistance from his members to get to and from the bathroom.

[monthofsick]

Day 12 - Group Sickfic

fandom - SHINee

sickee - Ot5

caretaker - Jonghyun

summary - Illness hits the SHINee dorm and Jonghyun's the only one healthy enough to take care of everybody.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: emeto, nausea from food, anxiety, scat (non-graphic), real person fiction

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53751550

[parsnips-and-meth]

i have a lot of OC’s in the bank, just from personal fiction work. would people be interested in me starting a collection of whump pieces about them?

[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ kisses with txt

includes: tooth rotting fluff, reader is a mau (yeonjun), mentions of burnout (soobin), sickfic (taehyun)

a/n: thinking about writing for nct dream if anyone is interested lol

likes, comments, reblogs, and feedback are always appreciated <33

gn reader (no pronouns used)

⋆｡°✩ yeonjun - neck kisses

yeonjun’s gaze remains fixated on you as you hesitantly lean in to brush yet another layer of foundation across his smooth skin. your movements are overly cautious as you brush a final shine against his plump lips before pulling back with a satisfied smile. 

“okay, i’m done.”

yeonjun turns to face the mirror beside him, scanning each detail for a few seconds before he hums. “it looks incredible. you did a great job.”

“do you need anything-”

“txt, you’re on in five!” a stage-hand’s voice interrupts. you startle slightly at the intrusion before returning your attention back to the man before you. 

“what about a good-luck kiss?” he teases. the small smirk on his face quickly disappears when you begin to lean in - this time with no makeup brush in hand. shivers rack up yeonjun’s spine when your lips brush against the skin of his neck. his cheeks flush furiously underneath the layers of foundation coating his skin; wide eyes meeting your own once again. 

your touch is gone just as quick it was there. “sorry,” you sheepishly smile. “i didn’t want to ruin your makeup.”

“don’t be,” yeonjun chuckles. “i liked it.”

⋆｡°✩ soobin - cheek kisses

a long sigh escapes soobin’s lips as he stumbles into your shared apartment; tiredly kicking his shoes off beside the door. his feet drag against the floor as he retraces a familiar route into your living room before all but collapsing onto the couch. 

metal digs uncomfortably into his sides, though the pain barely compares to his pounding headache. soobin squeezes his eyes shut as he hides his face into the cushions in an attempt to escape from the toll of a yet another demanding workday. 

“soob?” you ask, quietly making your way into the room. he simply groans in response as your footsteps slowly become closer. you kneel down beside him, reaching up to rest a gentle hand against his back. “long day?”

soobin twists his body to the side so he’s facing you. a sympathetic smile tugs at the corners of your lips. “i’m so tired,” he sleepily mumbles. “rehearsals ran late today. we barely got any breaks.”

“i’m sorry, jagi.” you lean in to press a fleeting kiss against his cheek. “why don’t we go lay down? i’ll play with your hair and you can take a nap.”

soobin smiles at the suggestion, nodding slightly. “i’d like that a lot.”

⋆｡°✩ beomgyu - nose kisses

you all but jump into beomgyu’s arms, tightly wrapping your arms around his shoulders. his hands almost instinctively fall to around your waist as he eagerly tugs your body closer until you’re fully leaning against his chest. 

you squeeze your eyes shut as if to savor the moment, leaning in so you can hear his heartbeat. “i missed you,” you murmur. “so, so much.”

“i missed you too,” beomgyu whispers. 

you step back slightly to look at him, bringing your hands up to cup his face. you brush your thumb against his rosy cheeks before resting your palms against his flushed cheeks. a comfortable silence falls between you. a soft smile threatens to tug at the corners of your lips as you study beomgyu’s features. 

his own gaze remains fixed on your lips as you lean in, pressing a soft kiss against the tip of his nose. “y/n,” he whines. 

“i’m sorry gyu,” you chuckle. butterflies swarm in your stomach in anticipation. you smirk softly as he unconsciously leans in once again, chasing after your lips. “you’re just too cute to resist,” you whisper just before beomgyu catches your lips against his in a sweet kiss.

⋆｡°✩ taehyun - jawline kisses

a groan leaves your lips as yet another coughing fit racks through you. your hands shake and your head pounds with a slowly approaching migraine. 

taehyun reaches over to rub a comforting hand against your back. “are you okay?” he whisper; eyebrows furrowed in concern. 

your answer comes in the form of a pained moan leaving your lips. you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to focus on anything but the sickness slowly debilitating your body. “can i get you anything?” taehyun asks, still rubbing a hand against your back.

“cuddles?” you whisper, wincing at the way your voice cracks.

“come here, jagi,” he says, opening his arms. you don’t waste any time; eagerly shuffling across the couch. 

taehyun softly smiles down at you as you lean in so your head is pressed against his chest. he wraps his arms around your waist, slipping a hand underneath your loose t-shirt to rest against your overly warm skin. 

the soundtrack of the drama you had turned on earlier fades into the background. you lean upwards to press a chaste kiss against his jawline before nuzzling yourself closer against his chest. “i love you,” you murmur.

taehyun smiles as he tucks his chin on top of your head. “i love you too.”

⋆｡°✩ huening kai - forehead kisses

kai sleepily curls his body further into your warmth as he shifts slightly so his head is resting on top of your chest. his arm remains wrapped around your waist, all but trapping you between his body and your bed. 

your lips unconsciously curl into a soft smile as kai nuzzles himself even closer against you. he looks so content in his sleep - disheveled hair framing his relaxed features; his lips curled into a small smile; an arm loosely draped over your body. stray strands of his curled hair occasionally brush against the bare skin of your neck, sending ticklish shivers down your spine. 

your phone springing to life with the repetitive noise of your alarm breaks the serenity of the moment, forcefully breaking you out of your sleepy haze. a soft groan from kai vibrates against your chest as he squeezes his eyes shut a little tighter in a poor attempt to cling onto his remaining sleep. 

you softly chuckle as you brush a hand up to push a stray strand of hair out of his face. “kai,” you murmur. “it’s time to get up.”

kai simply groans once again, hiding his face closer against your chest. “five more minutes.”

“okay jagi,” you hum, pressing a kiss against the crown of his forehead.

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 8: ALT - Hospital Bed

Fandom: SHINee

Sickie: Taemin (exhaustion)

Caregiver(s): Minho

Word Count: 574

Notes: I wanted to play around with different hurt/comfort scenarios, and while there may be loads of medical inaccuracies... ta da! Also, I really wasn't vibing with "The closest doctor is probably hours away from here," so let's go ALT prompts

Consciousness found Taemin slowly. Eyes still closed, the first thing drawing his attention was his breath, the rhythm of his chest rising and falling steadily. It was almost as if he could feel the air circulating from his lungs throughout his body, flipping switches, waking up each limb in turn. 

That led to sensation number two: his body felt heavy. His arms, his legs, his back, even his neck felt as if there were sandbags weighing them down. No, as if they were actually made of the sand used in sandbags. A dull pressure, anchoring him down. 

His ears turned on next. Immediately near: a monotonous beeping. Further away: the faint squeak of shoes, a squeaky wheel on a cart, the ding of an elevator. Suddenly, quite close: the scrape of a book page turning. 

Someone was with him here in… wherever this was.

The realization that he actually had no idea where he was hit Taemin like a bolt of lightning. The rest of the switches in his brain began to turn on en masse, scrambling to piece together the clues his body had gathered. His working memory was still foggy; there was nothing before this moment right now. 

And Taemin hadn’t even opened his eyes to see where now was. 

He didn’t even realize he’d made a noise of distress until he felt the surface he was lying on (soft, yet foreign; recognizable, but not somewhere he’d been before,) dip beneath him. A warm body pressed against his back, arms embracing him. 

“It’s okay, Taeminnie.” All of the tension evaporated out of Taemin’s body at Minho’s voice. “You’re okay, buddy.”

Taemin had so many things to ask, so many gaps his brain couldn’t fill. All that came out of his throat was another sound, somewhere between a whine and a sigh, as he dropped his head back to meet Minho’s shoulder. He had yet to open his eyes.  

Minho’s hold around him tightened just enough. “I know, I know, you’re confused. Probably overwhelmed.” Taemin nodded ever so slightly. “You’re exhausted, Taem. You collapsed after our concert. You’re in the hospital right now.” 

“N-no, I…” Taemin’s voice was soft, raspy with disuse, distracted, “remember the stage…”

“Yeah, you performed like a fucking beast on that stage.” Minho chuckled softly. “But now you are in the hospital. The good news is that all your tests came back normal. You’re just really, really tired, and your body demanded a break. So we’re gonna make sure you get it.” 

Taemin cracked his eyes open. He had to blink a few times to see clearly, and as soon as he could do that, he squirmed and shifted his body to see Minho face to face. “Break?”

Minho smiled. His smile looked a lot like home to Taemin. “I know, a foreign concept, huh?” His hand carded lazily through Taemin’s hair. That felt like home too. “The better news is that as soon as the doctor clears you, you get to go rest back at home. We’ve set up a rotation so you don’t have to be there alone, and so you can’t sneak back to work too fast.”

Taemin blinked. “When will they clear me?” 

“They said whenever you woke up we could press the button.”

Taemin considered that answer. “Can we cuddle here a bit more first?”

Somehow, the smile on Minho’s face grew even warmer. “Of course we can, love. Of course we can.”

[feverishly-kpop]

Taemin & Shinee (ft. EXO Suho) - Virus

Taemin looked down at his water bottle, then up at Minho who hadn’t stopped talking and moving around the dance studio since they started their water break, then back down at his water bottle.

The temptation to douse their resident “flaming charisma” with the rest of the water he had left was so real at the moment.

Key was sat alongside Taemin, making no effort to hide his disdain for Minho at the moment.

“Minho. If you don’t sit your ass down and shut up right now…I’m still too dizzy to handle you right now” Key said, holding his head in his hand. Fresh off a bout of the flu, Key was still not 100% but was doing his best to get himself well enough for the approaching comeback. With Onew on hiatus Shinee couldn’t afford to have another member sitting out.

They couldn’t afford to have another member sitting out, which didn’t bode well at all for Taemin who had woken up that morning with a dull headache behind his eyes and a general sense of discomfort through his whole being. That discomfort had since developed into intense body aches that were compounded by an incessant shiver running through his body.

Minho looked down at Key with a look of pity in his eyes before quietly having a seat. Key sighed in relief, a sentiment that Taemin shared.

“We can call it for the day if you’re not feeling up to it Kibum” Minho said quietly. Taemin’s ears perked up at the idea of being done for the day and going home to his bed and his cats but Key shook his head quickly in response.

“I’ve already wasted enough of our time being out sick” he replied. “Let’s just finish up the next few hours so we can be done with it.”

Well damn.

*~*~*~*~*~

By the time Taemin arrived home for the evening his suspicions that he was coming down with something were confirmed. It took all of his remaining energy to get himself up to his apartment, collapsing on the couch immediately. He’d usually call Onew when he was feeling this poorly, ever the maknae longing for his hyung’s care, but Onew didn’t need additional stress in his life right now. So instead he pulled a blanket over himself, allowing the cats to curl up next to him as he hoped for sleep.

His rest was short lived, however, when he woke up suddenly overcome with nausea, precipitating a mad dash to the washroom to be sick.

Once he was finished he sat back against the wall, struggling to catch his breath as Koong begged to be pet, completely oblivious to the absolute hell Taemin was going through.

Thank you Key. Thank you so much for this.

Taemin searched his brain, trying to remember what other symptoms Key had listed off from his time out with the flu. Nausea, headache, body ache, fever. Everything that Taemin was currently experiencing.

With that, he pulled himself to his feet, determined to get back to bed. He took a moment to rifle through his medicine cabinet hoping to find something to take for the throbbing pain that was wracking his body, but soon felt too weak to stay on his feet, opting instead to hope for the best as he collapsed into his bed for the night.

*~*~*~*~*~

The next morning provided no relief for Taemin, much to his dismay. He had hoped that he’d simply sleep it off and wake up feeling better, but that was not the case at all. In fact, he was fairly sure that he was feeling worse.

He glanced at the schedule in his phone, finding another day of dance practice. Taemin wasn’t sure if he could even stand, let alone dance. Every ounce of his being was begging to take the day off, but with the comeback approaching so rapidly and the fact that Key was out almost the entire week prior, taking a day off didn’t seem to be an option.

Once his ride came to get him Taemin had managed to get himself dressed and as ready for the day as he could be, popping a few ibuprofen followed up with half an apple and a piece of toast. He could now only hope that it would stay down.

*~*~*~*~*~

It wasn’t that Taemin wasn’t happy that Key was feeling better, but he had been hoping for one more day of lighter practice to accommodate his recovery. But instead Key arrived at the studio and announced that he was ready to make up for the time that was lost during his absence.

“It might not be a bad idea to stay a few hours late tonight just to catch up?” Minho said with a shrug, quickly getting a nod of agreement from Key. Taemin felt his stomach lurch at the thought of extra dance practice. Even the thought of getting through the five hours they had originally scheduled seemed impossible. In spite of it, however, Taemin nodded along too, doing his best to feign a smile. The comeback was approaching regardless of his current physical state.

To say that Taemin struggled to make it though the first few hours would be generous. Just the warm up had him sweating profusely, making him thankful that he had worn layers just for that reason. By the time they called for a break for lunch the medication he had taken that morning had worn off causing his muscles to throb again, and if the way he was shivering uncontrollably was any indication he was sure his temperature was right back up.

Despite being eager to take a break, the smell of then food that Minho had ordered for them was as the final straw. He quickly excused himself and set off for a washroom, purposely avoiding the nearest one out of fear that Key or Minho could easily find him there. He instead opted to use the washroom on the other side of the building, hoping that he’d have some more privacy there.

Upon his arrival he knelt down in front of the toilet, instantly losing the meager breakfast. He could feel tears forming in his eyes involuntarily as he wiped his mouth and flushed the toilet, knowing for certain that he wasn’t going to be able to get back to the dance studio let alone finish their practice.

Unsure what else to do he reached into his back pocket for his phone, ready to text his hyungs that he was sick and had to go home, only to find that he had left his phone in the dance studio when he made his hasty exit. So instead, he slid down the wall, taking a seat on the hallway floor until he felt well enough to walk back across the building to collect his things and leave.

*~*~*~*~*~

Taemin hadn’t realized that he had fallen asleep until he felt a nudge on his shoulder. He opened his eyes groggily, feeling disoriented and confused as to where he was and how long he’d been there.

“Taemin-ah, why are you on the floor?”

Taemin looked up to find Suho standing over him looking just as confused as Taemin felt.

When Taemin failed to respond Suho realized that something was the matter. Kneeling down in front of him, Suho rubbed Taemin’s shoulder while looking him over, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Why are you here hyung?” Taemin asked, his strained voice not escaping Sunho’s notice.

“Practicing for our comeback, just like you” Suho responded with a sad smile. “But you didn’t answer my question. Why are you on the floor? What’s the matter?”

Taemin only shrugged in response. Suho clicked his tongue disapprovingly before pressing further.

“Are you not feeling well, Minnie?” He asked, reaching out a hand and resting it against Taemin’s forehead. He didn’t even have to wait for Taemin to respond to know that Taemin had come down with something.

“Did you have a plan or were you just going to sit here and let this fever cook your brain?” Suho asked rhetorically with a chuckle, trying to get any kind of response from Taemin to no avail. Letting out a sigh, he stood up, reaching both hands out to help Taemin to his feet.

“Which studio are you in? Let’s get you back to your hyungs” Suho said as Taemin took his hands leaving Suho to pull him to his feet, feeling too weak to exert even the small amount of energy needed to stand.

“Other side, can’t remember the which one” Taemin replied with a grumble.

“It’s okay, we’ll find it” Suho replied, helping Taemin wrap his arms his neck so that he could piggyback carry him back to his team.

Taemin and Suho made it back to the other side of the building before running into Key and Minho. Their faces went from frantic to relieved to concerned upon seeing their dongsaeng.

“This one isn’t feeling very well” Suho said before anybody could ask questions. “He was taking a little nap on the hallway floor when I found him.”

“He was…what?” Key asked, unsure how to respond.

“Alright, come on Tae” Minho said, stepping in to take Taemin from Suho. “Aren’t you lucky, getting carried around here like some sort of royalty” he added lightly as he got Taemin situated on his own back. Minho and Key thanked Suho profusely as they all headed back to their respective destinations.

The moment Minho set Taemin down on the nearest chair in the dance studio Key swooped in, mother hen mode fully activated.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were sick?” He asked, planting a palm to Taemin’s forehead, then his cheek, then his neck.

“The comeback…” Taemin started but Key cut him off.

“Yeah, look at you, truly in top form, ready for the comeback” Key replied while rolling his eyes.

Minho then cut in, trying to calm both Key and Taemin down.

“Taemin, you’re going home. No arguments, okay? Straight to bed. Take the rest you need so you’re fully recovered for the comeback.”

Minho’s tone left no room to negotiate even if Taemin wanted to. But frankly Taemin didn’t have the energy to do so. All he wanted was sleep, sleep, and more sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~

The ride home passed in a blur. Taemin spent it dozing on and off as Euisoo tried to get more information from him about his illness. He remembered being asked about his symptoms and when they started but he couldn’t seem to remember if he had actually answered any of the questions.

Euisoo had helped him home and into bed.

“I need to check your temperature, Taem,” Euisoo said softly, trying to get Taemin to sit up against his headboard. “It’ll just take a minute. You feel really warm.”

He slipped the thermometer under Taemin’s tongue before stepping out to get a few tablets and a glass of water. Once he returned he exchanged the medication in his hand for the thermometer, looking at it with disapproval.

“Alright, take those tablets and lie back down. I’ll make sure that your schedule is clear. Your only responsibility now is resting and getting well” Euisoo said, glancing down at his watch. “I’m sorry I have to go. Remember, resting and getting well. That’s it. Nothing else.”

Taemin nodded tiredly in response before falling back asleep.

*~*~*~*~*~

As much as Taemin wanted to rest and get well as instructed, his stomach seemed to have other ideas. Taemin woke after a couple hours of sleep feeling nauseous and much too warm. He quickly made his way to his washroom, making it just in time to be sick once again.

He hadn’t even heard the hurried footsteps that had followed him in from the living room. Taemin’s first indication that he wasn’t home alone anymore was the feeling of a cool cloth being draped over the nape of his neck.

“It’s alright Taemin, just let it out.”

He instantly recognized the voice and relaxed.

Once he was finished he flushed the toilet and closed the lid so that he could rest his head on it.

“Onew-hyung. What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice raspy and exhausted.

“Euisoo texted Key and Minho after he dropped you off. He said he was worried about you. So they texted me” Onew responded softly, trying to get Taemin to sit up so he could wipe down his overly warm face with a cool cloth.

“You should be resting. No stress, remember?” Taemin replied, fighting Onew’s grip in an attempt to lie back down over the toilet lid.

“The only thing stressing me out right now is you not letting me help you” Onew responded. “Let’s get you back to bed. That way you can lay down and I can clean you up. Deal?”

Taemin nodded as Onew helped him up and tucked him into bed.

“Hyung” Taemin called out to Onew just as he exited the bedroom. Onew paused and turned back towards Taemin. “It’s not the same without you.”

Onew quickly returned to Taemin’s side, adjusting the compress he had placed on his forehead.

“I miss you too” he responded. “But from what I’ve heard you three are doing a great job. Now close your eyes and get some rest. Key will kill me if I don’t have you back on your feet with plenty of time to spare before the comeback.”

[theshiftanlibrary]

┈◦•◦❥•◦ | In their ways...

SYNOPSIS: Uh oh! It seems you have fallen ill! Not to worry dear prefect, they will look after you, albeit in their own ways.

CHARACTERS: Riddle Rosehearts; Leona Kingscholar; Azul Ashengrotto; Jamil Viper; Vil Schoenheit; Idia Shroud; Malleus Draconia

TAGS: Fluff; Established Relationships; Hurt/Comfort; Sickfic

He couldn't help his smile. You were just too cute. Few would beg to differ, what with your snotty nose and whistling breaths, but they wouldn't dare defy the Queen. Lest they lose their heads. He probably shouldn't allow you to take him as your personal pillow, after all he had so much to do. But... A rest won't hurt him. And even if it weren't for you, Trey would have forced his rest.

Stupid Ruggie... That soup he gave you should have worked an hour ago. Yet, here he is, still suffering through your little whimpers. The twitching stopped though and so did the tossing and turning. So, small wins for now. He probably should have taken you to the infirmary already, but it's his nap time and he's not going to lose his (favorite) pillow. You were the perfect size for cuddling too, what with your small back fitting perfectly into his chest as his arms cradled you so. Tch... Stupid herbivore, why'd ya have to go and get sick?

The little coughs from the couch pulled at his heartstrings. A strange thing to feel while also simultaneously hooking a poor unfortunate soul into one of his contracts. But his heart still sang whenever he sees you resting on the couch in the VIP room. You were quite sick and loopy when you first plopped down into the couch, so in his benevolence, he draped his coat over your form. Nothing will come bother you here, he'll ensure it.

The chicken soup is taking too long, he muttered to himself. Your skin burnt as hot as the desert sands, which was concerning to say the least. Even Kalim's fevers weren't this bad. What made it worse had been the fact that you came into the Scarabian kitchens with the fluffiest blanket Kalim had gifted you and your frame still shivered through all those layers. He silently thanked the Sevens for giving him the time to look after you too, since Kalim had been at the Light Music Club. He'll dedicate his life to you should you let him.

He couldn't bring himself to scold you. Your bleary eyes and red skin told him all he needed to know. A nasty flu afflicted you and you came to him for help. He's quite flattered. Normally, he'd start applying skin care products while listening to your latest escapades but today he simply tucked you into his bed. After your soft scratchy voice asked him so nicely, how could he refuse? Besides, washers were there for a reason. He left you to rest as he dashed around for flu remedies. At least he would have if it weren't for your whines, begging him to stay for just a little longer.

His hands kept readjusting themselves on your form, making you groan at him as you tightened your grip on his neck. He was sure you could hear his heart beating out of his chest, after all you did nuzzle yourself into his neck and hair. Speaking of his hair, he was also pretty sure you saw the pink glow from under your closed eyelids. His hair never shined so brightly before. But Ortho left him to get some medicine for you, which is cool. KK, GG. But he's gonna get KO'ed if he hears another contented squeak from you.

Your weight had been quite a relief upon his chest. He started to worry when he heard your scratchy voice politely asking him to cuddle you. He obliged, of course. Your form curled itself into a ball as he held onto you to trace every dip and divet he could find with his fingers. Your skin burned hot, indicating your fever. A voice very similar to Lilia's scolded him for not taking you to the infirmary, but he couldn't bring himself to move. After all, humans needed to rest when they're sick, yes?

A/N: Ani not posting Genshin content?! More likely than you think. Anyway, I wrote this when I was sick. So most of what the reader has, I had. Fever, runny nose, the whole works. And can you spot who are my favorites? 👀 And I redid my formatting, if you couldn't tell. what am i saying it's been so long since i posted a fic

[shadowbrightshine]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spies Are Forever - Talkfine/Tin Can Brothers Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Owen Carvour/Agent Curt Mega Characters: Owen Carvour, Agent Curt Mega, mentioned original doctor character, mentioned mama mega, mentioned owens parents Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Sicfic, Sickfic, Sick Character, Flirting, spies in love, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Hallucinations, is it gay to, Yes yes it is, its very gay, Gay, Secret Relationship, Spies & Secret Agents, Pre-Banana Incident (Spies Are Forever), Pre-Spies Are Forever, Pre-Canon, making soup, Period-Typical Homophobia, a little bit of period typical transphobia, neither are trans, multiple POVs, how are there so few saf sicfics this is a tragedy, i gave owen good parents to be subversive, its sad because it's sweet, Snowed In, there's only one bed, hallucinating yourself onto an island, THESE TWO ARE SO IMPORTANT TO ME, domestic love is dangerous, when you're spies across the sea in the lavender scare

Summary:

They're stuck in a safe house under several feet of snow, Owen is frighteningly sick, and Curt is trying to care for him and keep himself entertained. Owen is on the boat to fever island, where the only thing hotter than he is, is how cold the outside world is. today's weather is flickering between proper banter and barely keeping track of what room you're in. ==== “I have to watch you make a fool of yourself in the kitchen.” “Hey! I can cook very well thank you, Mama didn’t raise no invalid.” Curt thumped his chest proudly. “Sit back and relax my friend. I’ve got the skills.” ==== Today was the worst day Owen had had so far. They weren’t sure what he was sick with yet, because they were stuck in the safe house for another 3 days or so until the snow cleared up enough to let them out. The communications were down, and they were trapped. All Curt could do was try and make things a little easier. He left Owen’s preferred foods in more open spaces, he pushed the chairs out and back in when Owen forgot, and he locked the bedroom door at night because whatever this was, it was making him sleepwalk. They’d been here for too long.

HOLY CRAP YOU CAN JUST SHARE FROM AO3???? SO THAT’S WHY THEY LOOK SO OFFICAL THAT’S SO COOL! COOOOOLLL

[katyawriteswhump]

(You’re just) too good to be true 

For @astrangersummer week 3 prompts, flowers and/or hugs. Thanks to bananas and yesdanger on discord for the extra prompts to get me going. I have tried to get as many in as possible. 

Summary: Steve wakes up in hospital after everything is over and can’t quite believe how well everything has turned out…

Rating: T. WC: 1460   CW: None. Other tags: Steddie, platonic stobin, angst, sickfic, hurt/comfort, temporary amnesia, fix-it fic, everybody lives.

…

Steve flutters his eyes open and spies Robin sitting by his bed. Mascara streams down her face, and her hair’s a literal disaster zone.

“Steve! You’re awake!” She grabs his hand. “You’re gonna be okay. The doctor should be here any minute.”

Doctor!?! Where the heck am I?

His throat proves too dry for words. Robin garbles way too fast for him to understand and she’s wringing his fingers ever tighter.

If she’s touching me, I guess it can't be rabies.

His memory triggered, the shitshow slams back. First, the bats, the bites. Then everything that happened after, until they journeyed again into the Upside Down to try to kill Vecna.

Oh hold on, scratch that. 

To fail to kill Vecna.

Staring blankly through Robin, he fixates on the terrible parts. Eddie lying bloodied and dead in Dustin’s arms. Dustin sobbing his eyes out. Max was pretty much lost too, and Vecna was alive, gone to ground, and…

What happened next? Why am I in a hospital bed? Jesus, I was fine! 

There’s one of those IV thingies in his arm. He shivers though can’t tell if he’s cold or hot. The doctor arrives, jostles him, talks at him, shines lights in his eyes. He’s not in pain, but his brain is all woolly, and he’s confused and weak and lost.

He needs a hug more than ever in his life. Robin peeps at him over the doctor’s shoulder, bouncing like a spooked bunny-rabbit, then she’s gone.

It’s all too much.

He quits, sinking back into the darkness.

…

When Steve next pries an eyelid open, he spies Eddie breezing into the hospital room. Eddie joins Robin, who has moved to the window to pick at her nail polish.

Eddie is gone, which means… Oh, no, no, no, no, no! I’m dead too? Or dreaming?

His throat is achy and tight. He closes his eyes again, hot tears welling. More memories trickle back.

“Make him pay,” Eddie had said.

He recalls that last, lingering look between them. The one that slammed him like a freight train, because... Wtf? For some strange reason, that moment doesn’t feel like the end of a story anymore.

It feels like a beginning. Which is just dumb. 

Eddie is no more.

He peeps again, watching a dude who is very definitely Eddie pouring bottled water into a vase of flowers on the windowsill. Robin seizes the bottle from him: “What are you doing, shit-bird? Those are silk—his mom brought them. They don’t need water.”

“Riiiight.” Eddie pulls a silly face, which Steve finds freakish levels of adorable. Suddenly, he wants to crush Eddie to him, tell him that he’s insanely happy he’s here, even if this is some crazy dreamworld, and…

… he wants to shove his tongue into Eddie’s mouth and kiss him stupid.

Huh?

Steve licks dry lips. Most bewildering of all, he somehow knows how awesome kissing Eddie is. As if they’ve done it before.

More than once.

Eddie sneezes dramatically. “If those flowers are fake, I’m allergic to WASP chintz. Which checks out, I guess.”

Robin laughs, though it’s sad and nervy. He catches a glimpse of Eddie’s bambi eyes, and they’re anxious, haunted, too. Then Lucas and Max walk in.

MAX? She’s in a coma!

Steve’s head throbs miserably from trying to make sense of this mad place. 

He quits and drifts back to the darkness.

…

When he next peeps, Robin and Eleven are sitting by his bed, sharing a packet of cool ranch doritos. 

Which makes less sense than ANY OF IT.

Robin’s gotten real picky lately about sharing food. At least, with anybody but him. He’s vaguely pissed, because these two hardly know each other. The way they’re huddled on the same chair, like close buddies, suggests otherwise.

Yeah, he’s vaguely pissed. And kinda jealous. He sort of hates himself for being needy... but he really wants that hug. 

Then another memory flashes back. Some alien desert landscape, with Eleven blasting Vecna with everything she’s got. Eddie sprinting toward him—tailed by what looks like a medium-to-large demogorgon with at least a dozen extra flailing limbs—and Robin yelling, “Steve! El’s got this—help Eddie!”

He finally forces his eyes wide enough for them to see he’s watching. “R-Robin?” he croaks.

“Steve!” She leaps to her feet, nearly knocking El and the chair flying. “You’re really, actually awake this time? Please say yes.”

There’s noise and confusion. The doctor arrives again, checks Steve’s vitals, then bitches that there’s too many kids in the room: “It should be family only,” she says.

“We’re his family,” argues Robin. “His parents only come during official visiting hours.”

Robin is allowed to remain. She helps him sip water, and then he says, “Look, I think was dreaming earlier, or off my head on meds, because I saw you with Eddie, and I know that’s impossible, because…” He swallows hard, mumbles the hateful words: “He's gone, right?”

“Oh my God, you don’t remember?”

“Jesus, Robin! Remember what?”

“We won, Steve. Everyone lived. We even got Crissy back. Vecna’s the only one who’s history. If you hadn’t got hurt, it would’ve been the perfect revenge.”

This time, he manages to take more of her story in. He gets lost in the part where Robin and Dustin figure out time travel—some crazy shit about the proximity of alternate dimensions causing rumples in the space-time continuum. The rest of her tale unleashes a slew of badass memories that squish all the terrible ones into the dirt. Instead of Eddie being dead, he recalls…

“You and Eddie totally slayed this nasty-ass demo-squid-monster,” says Robin. “It got pretty intense, and when you survived, you had, like, an EPIC hug. Aaaand might’ve kissed. Then, later, you threw yourself at Eddie to save him from flying debris, then you rolled into a crater, and he wound up on top, and…”

Steve suddenly recalls that moment vividly. Eddie straddled his hips, and his own hands landed not entirely accidentally on Eddie’s butt. Once they’d gathered their breaths, Eddie leaned forward, swiped hair from his face, and whispered:

“About what you said to Wheeler. If you still want to win her back, that’s fine, I’ll back off, but… just so you know, six kids is cool with me, Stevie. Not like we need to adopt. When you’re around, they simply rock up.”

“So, yeah,” Robin says, ripping Steve from these mind-blowing revelations, “it took us half a dozen attempts to get things right. In the final boss-fight, it was just you, me, Eleven and Eddie. We were lost in the Upside Down for weeks, before we exploded Vecna into a billion disgusting pieces. Because you're you, you were closest, got caught in the blast. You lost a lot of blood, but all important appendages are still present and correct, including, um… any important appendages you were particularly worried about. Not that I’m saying you were, but… Ugh!” She facepalms. “This so isn’t where I meant to go with that.”

He faintly smirks. “You dug that hole, not me, Buckley.”

“No need to gloat. You’re gonna be fine. Everyone is going to be just fine.”

It’s still too much to take in. One question bugs him the most: “Eddie and me, erm… How far did we..?”

“I didn’t stand there and count the bases, Dingus! He’ll be back in five. Ask him. But, you know, there was talk of picking out rings, getting matching tats and—”

“You’re kidding?”

“A bit. Seriously, by the third week, you two seemed chill. Happy. I really hope you remember it all soon.”

He takes a beat. Warmth pools in his chest, because everything Robin says sure as heck feels true. He gives her hand a little pulse, and their fingers intertwine.

“Robin,” he says. “At the risk of sounding downbeat, it’s all a bit too perfect. I’m kinda worried I’m dead.”

“Oh! You’re really, really not. I’m all sticky and gross 'cos I was here all night, but… would a hug help?”

He nods, levers himself up a little, suppressing a wince at the effort. He wraps the arm unencumbered by the IV around her, and she awkwardly cuddles him. He rests his cheek on her bony shoulder, and breathes deeply, while she rubs juddering circles in his back.

She’s sweaty and clumsy and real.

“You’re not dead, I promise,” she whispers. “If you were, I’d be so mad with you, after all that effort to fix things. Besides, you still got hurt, and we were all out of time travel opportunities. Long story. Anyhow, it's been hell, till the doctors said you’d be okay, and even then… We’ve been so scared.”

Her trembling shakes through him. He tries not to sniffle, but he can't seem to help it. Everyone survived. Eddie’s alive. Eddie and he are…

His heart gives a crazy squeeze that says everything he needs to know.

“As soon as you’re out of here,” whispers Robin, “this summer is gonna be the best ever.”

(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

[tourettesdog]

It's been awhile since I've done any fic recs, so--

have some DPxDC and Danny Phantom fic recs!

DPxDC fics:

what was lost, found again by Halfagone

I just started reading this one and I'm only a couple of chapters in so far, but I already love it. Halfa is so good at writing angst, and I love the concept of Danny just finding Jason like this.

Textonymous Ltd. by LialeeEderian

A DPxDC + Miraculous Ladybug crossover. This one's a chatfic that has a lot of fun details and plot in it!

We're Coming Home by AKelaNakamura

An incredibly sweet (sfw) omegaverse fic. I love how oblivious Jason is in this, and the hurt/comfort is so good.

I Chose to Close My Eyes by TheWritingOwl

This one was written for a recent writing game in the HH server and ooooh the angst. I love the progression of the story in this one.

Silence by Finemeal

Oof this oneshot's got some good, good angst. Very somber vibes.

Snow Superstitions by halfagone

Halfa writes such good Danny/Tim fics. This one's somber and sweet <3

Makin' My Way to You by DisillusionedDanny

Demon twins/siblings is still one of my favorite tropes in this crossover and I love the idea of them going to find each other when shit hits the fan.

The Stiches That Bind Us Together by Die_Erlkonigin6083

Identity shenanigans AND sickfic?? Yes fucking please. I love it.

It's Just a Name by Dogometer

The shenanigans. The identity shenanigans. The slow build, just-- and it's Tim/Danny too. Perfect.

To Fail to Succeed by nerdpoe

This one was really neat, having Bruce get affected by the portal in a way that kind of mirror's Jasons situation.

Fingers on the Pulse of your (sometimes) beating Heart by Milaley

Milma has only just started this one and I'm already Feral over it. I might be biased, but STILL

Wrong Number by pipertia

Wrong number fics/accidental calls my BELOVED. Love the concept a lot.

Danny Phantom fics:

Caught on Camera by AttacusAbacus

This one is really neat. I love the idea of trail cams being used to investigate ghost stuff in Amity Park.

Late Night Hangout by Carelisswriting

Another really sweet savant par one. I love the exploration of their characters in this.

Danny Vs. A Boeing by Danesincry, Spookberry

This one is SO damn cute and fun; I love savant par, and I adore the art that goes along with this.

Blobs of Love by blobghost

I adore identity reveals, no one knows AU, and blob ghost shenanigans. Just-- yes.

Laundry Day by SummersSixEcho

Such a simple idea (ectoplasm staining clothes) that makes for such a neat oneshot. I love it.

A Familiar Taste of Poison by AKelaNakamura

Akela writes the Far Frozen yetis SO fucking sweet. I adore the transformation stuff in this as well <3

Alligator by DizzlyPuzzled

Good GIW agents is such a fun thing to read and explore. Such a sweet take

Phantom Phuckery by nanaarchy

I love a good chatfic. Finding a long one like this is such a treat.

The Apocalypse Club by dumbdpaus

This one has some really nice focus on side characters that don't usually get a chance to shine! And in such a neat way.

Sakura by SirenSecondWind

The ideas in this one live rent free in my mind.