#taehyun sick

[feverishly-kpop]

Beomgyu, Taehyun & TXT - Christmas Stomach Flu - Part 2

Soobin had his hands full. A sick hyung, two sick dongsaengs, and a Christmas Day performance scheduled in just two days. It wasnt that there was truly ever an ideal time for something like this to happen, but the timing of this couldn’t have been worse.

*~*~*~*~*~

It had hit Taehyun like a bus. He had been cleaning up his room when the nausea suddenly kicked in, making it to the washroom to be sick without a second to spare.

Soobin sat next to him, gently rubbing his back the same way he had for Yeonjun earlier that day.

“I shared food with Yeonjun-hyung last night” Taehyun managed to get out between sobs. The sudden onset of his illness had startled him enough to bring him to tears. He had just about caught his breath when he was hit with another wave of nausea.

“I know you did. It’s okay, you couldn’t have known. Just let it out” Soobin replied softly. Once he was certain that Taehyun was finished he handed him a wet cloth to wipe his face.

“Hyung, I just want to sleep” Taehyun sighed, closing the toilet seat and resting his head on the lid.

“Fair enough” Soobin replied. “But let’s get you to bed first.”

*~*~*~*~*~

Beomgyu made it a few more hours but still wasn’t able to avoid the inevitable.

Soobin had just flipped on his TV and flopped down on his bed, ready for a moment of relative calm after sitting with Yeonjun through his third round of vomiting for the day. His breath hitched when he heard a soft knock at the door, quickly standing up to open it and revealing a very sickly looking Beomgyu.

“Sorry to bug you hyung” Beomgyu started awkwardly, “but I think I’m running a bit of a fever.”

Soobin immediately ushered Beomgyu inside, sitting him at the edge of his bed before feeling his cheeks and forehead with the back of his hand.

“Oh Gyu, I think this is more than a bit of a fever. You’re burning” Soobin replied, momentarily stepping out of his room and returning with a thermometer.

“How is your stomach feeling?” Soobin asked after he slipped the thermometer under Beomgyu’s tongue. Beomgyu shook his hand in a “so-so” motion. After a minute the thermometer beeped. Soobin carefully pulled it out of Beomgyu’s mouth and glanced at the reading.

“You’re running a good deal higher than Yeonjun and a Taehyun” he said, resting his hand against Beomgyu’s forehead again out of sheer surprise. Soobin knew that Beomgyu had felt warm to the touch but he hadn’t expected his temperature to be quite so high.

“Do you want to go straight to bed? Or should we make a pit stop in the washroom?” Soobin asked as Beomgyu absentmindedly rubbed his midsection.

“Washroom I think” Beomgyu replied with an exaggerated sigh. “I feel kind of nauseous.”

*~*~*~*~*~

The apartment was dark and quiet by the time Soobin got Taehyun comfortable on the couch after another bout of vomiting.

“What’s going on with the performance?” Taehyun asked weakly.

Truth be told, Soobin hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the impending Christmas Day performance since the moment that Yeonjun had woken up looking exceptionally green that morning. He had immediately texted management to let them know that Yeonjun was down for the count, followed by two more texts with updates when Taehyun and Beomgyu were taken out of commission as well.

“Don’t worry about that, Tae” Soobin responded as he took a seat at the end of the couch, doing his best not to jostle Taehyun too much.

Taehyun rolled his eyes at that. “They’re canceling, aren’t they?” The frustration he was feeling was evident in his voice.

“Honestly, yeah, probably” Soobin replied, bracing himself for the fallout. “I’m just waiting on confirmation from management.

“It’s just a few songs. We could have done it” Taehyun started but Soobin cut in quickly.

“None of you are in any condition to be out of bed let alone on stage” Soobin said firmly.

“What if we have the doctor come and run us some IVs? We can restore our fluids and that should be enough to get us through the performance at least” Taehyun continued to push back.

“This isn’t up for debate, Taehyun” Soobin’s tone left no room to argue. “You haven’t been able to keep anything down today, nor have Yeonjun or Beomgyu. And frankly I haven’t even been able to get Beomgyu’s temp under 39.5°. So no, there won’t be a performance.”

Taehyun nodded, conceding defeat.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling sick” Soobin said with a sad smile. “You know MOA will understand though. They just want what’s best for us, and that means for you to get some rest.”

*~*~*~*~*~

The worst had passed by the time Christmas morning rolled around but Yeonjun, Beomgyu, and Taehyun were all still sporting low grade fevers and hadn’t yet gotten their strength back.

“How did you and Soobin-hyung not get sick?” Beomgyu mumbled around the thermometer that Hueningkai had just stuck in his mouth.

“We didn’t swap spit with Yeonjun-hyung” Hueningkai replied in a very matter-of-fact tone that made Soobin chuckle.

“Next time I won’t share anything and you all can go without” Yeonjun called from his room, his voice still hoarse and weak.

“Hey, no yelling, rest your voice” Soobin admonished as he popped into Yeonjun’s doorway. Yeonjun stuck his tongue out at Soobin before gesturing for him to come in and close the door. Soobin followed his instructions and entered, taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

“I’m really sorry for getting Gyu and Hyunnie sick” he said sadly. “And for the performance getting cancelled.”

“Hyung, stop apologizing. Nobody is at fault here. There will be other performances, just focus on getting back on your feet” Soobin replied. Yeonjun nodded as he laid back down.

Soobin went to leave him to sleep but turned around to add one final thought.

“For what it’s worth, hyung, I think this is our first time since debut that we haven’t had to work on Christmas. There are worse things in the world.”

Yeonjun smirked at that. “Merry Christmas, Soobin” he replied. “Enjoy your day off.”

[sickskz]

A heart too full (of whiskey?)

Okay y’all, my first time ever writing anything for TXT 👀

So yeah, I went back and rewatched the suchwita episode with Taehyun and Yeonjun just to write a short story on it…. ❤️

Here it is, drunk Yeonjun gets sick in the car on the way back and Taehyun who does everything he can to make him feel better. God, I love drunk Yeonjun.

Ps: haven’t proof read this before posting it… hope it’s okay either way🙏🏽

Whumpee: Yeonjun

Caretaker: Taehyun

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They had a good time.

At least, Yeonjun was pretty sure they had a good time.

He had started off mindful of his alcohol intake, fully aware of the cameras pointed at him and his responsibility to stay somewhat composed. But as the whiskey flowed through Yeonjuns veins, his resolve all but melted away. He was accompanied by people he trusted, after all.

No matter how much he drank, his glass never seemed to empty. Someone kept refilling it, though he wasn’t entirely sure who. Was it Yoongi?

He didn’t know how much he had, all he knew was that he was drunk.

If he wasn’t already so far gone, he would be more embarrassed by the fact. Especially since Yoongi had already declared that Yeonjun held his liquor well at the start of the interview.

If a sober Yeonjun could see his currently drunk self in a third person perspective, he’d probably object to Yoongis claim before it even left his lips.

His thoughts were all blurred together, words slipping from his lips before his brain had finished putting them together to form a coherent sentence.

Yeonjun thought he was making sense for a moment, but then he quickly realised he wasn’t. Not even close. He kept starting a sentence and then forgetting whatever point he was trying to make, leaving him to stutter aimlessly.

At least Yoongi thought he was cute..

Out of the cameras view, Taehyun gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze every now and again. Partially to comfort him, but mostly to keep him awake, probably.

When Taehyun and Yoongi finally shook hands to wrap up the episode, Yeonjun couldn’t do much but try to keep himself from falling over and going to sleep right then and there. The weight of the alcohol was like a heavy fog, weighing him down and making every move feel sluggish. He watched Taehyun and Yoongi, saw their mouths move, but he couldn’t register half of what they were saying.

As the cameras finally stopped rolling, Yeonjun tipped forward, folding his arms on the table and resting his head heavily against them.

Yoongi was quick to react, reaching over the table to nudge him. “Yeonjun, you sure you’re good?” He glanced at Taehyun, who was already moving to stand from his chair with a deflated sigh.

Yeonjun made a vague attempt at nodding, though it was far from convincing. When Taehyun pulled him upright, he swayed dangerously, barely able to keep himself from slumping over again. “‘M gooood..” he slurred, head lolling to the side as he shot their senior a wobbly thumbs up. “Promise.”

“Right.” Taehyun scoffed half-heartedly, moving behind Yeonjun and steadying him by his shoulders. “Let’s get you home, hyung..”

Yeonjun wasn’t sure how it happened, but when he blinked, he was suddenly in the back of a car. He groaned, feeling his stomach churning uneasily from the gentle rocking of the vehicle.

“Hyung, are you awake?” Taehyun spoke up beside him, and Yeonjun felt a hand rub his back in a reassuring gesture.

Yeonjun squeezed his eyes shut before forcing them open again, his gaze unfocused. “I.. kinda.” He leaned back in his seat, feeling his joints cracking after being slouched over the way he had been.

Yeonjuns head felt woozy, and as he straightened his shoulders, a wave of nausea crashed over him. It hit him full force, amplifying with each and every little bump in the road.

The steady swerving of the car probably wouldn’t have been much of a problem if it wasn’t for the whiskey and food blended together to a hellish concoction in his gut.

Yeonjuns face twisted with discomfort, and he pressed a hand to his stomach in a lousy attempt to steady it. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t do much.

“-ng? Hyung? Hey-“ Taehyun had moved himself closer to Yeonjuns side, clearly sensing that something was amiss. He practically watched the colour drain from the Yeonjuns face in real time, his complexion nearly blending into the grey of his hoodie. “Are you gonna be sick?”

Yeonjun barely had time to register the question before his stomach lurched forcefully, answering it for him.

Taehyuns eyes widened in alarm, but thankfully, he was prepared. The ‘final parting gift’ from Yoongi, a plastic bag, was already in his hands, and he shoved it under Yeonjuns chin just in time to avoid a mess.

The first wave tore through Yeonjuns body recklessly, followed by another, and another...

Taehyuns grimaced, his lips pressing into a thin line as the sound of Yeonjun spilling his guts filled the car. The sharp smell of stomach acid made his eyes sting, but he exhaled through his nose and kept the bag steady.

“Aigoo” Taehyun murmured sympathetically, moving his free hand to rub soothing circles across Yeonjuns trembling neck.

A couple of minutes passed before the heaves slowed to shaky breaths. Yeonjun slumped back in his seat, his head thumping against the headrest. His arms wrapped around his midsection and he groaned softly, eyes slipping shut.

“Woow, that… sucked” he muttered, his voice a little scratchy.

So much for Yoongi making him eat more before they left, it clearly didn’t help sober him up.

Taehyun carefully tied the bag, disposing of it into a larger trash bag to deal with later. His focus quickly shifted back to Yeonjun, and his expression softened at the sight of him.

Yeonjuns eyes were bleary with tears, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol. Sweat-slicked hair clung to the side of his face, a clear sign of how much effort it had taken him to purge out his stomach.

The vulnerability in his posture hit Taehyun harder than he expected, his heart clenching tightly in his chest.

For a moment, Taehyun didn’t speak, simply reaching up a hand to tenderly push a damp lock of hair behind Yeonjuns ear.

Then, he carefully slid an arm around the older mans shoulders, pulling him against his side. Yeonjun just about melted into his touch, his body going slack and his head dropping onto Taehyuns shoulder.

“It’s okay..” Taehyun murmured, feeling the slight tremble that remained in Yeonjuns shoulders. It was probably just the aftershock of the nausea or the exhaustion creeping in or-

Yeonjuns breath hitched.

Not in a way that made Taehyun particularly worried he was about to hurl again though. No, this sounded different. Softer, shakier almost.

Taehyuns expression faltered, his eyes widening as the realisation dawned on him.

Was Yeonjun… crying?

“Hey… Yeonjun-hyung” Taehyun tried cautiously, his voice gentle yet uncertain. “What’s…. What’s wrong?”

When he got no response, Taehyun leaned forward in his seat, craning his neck to try and get a glimpse of Yeonjuns face. Even in the dimly lit space, he could see the glistening tears running down his cheeks, and the way his pouty lips trembled ever so slightly.

“Hey” Taehyun called again, a little more urgency in his voice as he tightened his grip on Yeonjuns shoulder. “Talk to me.. do you feel sick? Why are you crying, Yeonjunie?”

This time, Yeonjun finally responded. He lifted his head just enough for their eyes to meet, and Taehyun was struck with the most adorably dazed, doe-eyed expression he’d ever seen.

Taehyun had to bite back a small smile, affection blooming in his chest at the sight. Yeonjun looked so completely out of it, so heartbreakingly fragile in his drunken stupor. Swallowing back the lump in his throat, the younger of the two lifted his hand again to gingerly wipe some stray tears off his hyungs cheeks.

“I-I” Yeonjun hiccuped, his lips wobbly as another broken sob tore through him. “I’m ju-just so gratefuuuuuulll.”

Yeonjuns head dropped forward without warning, and Taehyun caught it in his hand with reflexes that impressed even himself.

With a resigned sigh, he pushed against Yeonjuns head until it was propped securely back on his shoulder.

Okay. Right.

No need to panic.

Yeonjun was still just ridiculously drunk..

“This again?" Taehyun teased lightly, his lips curling into an amused smirk as his worry slowly eased away. “Junie, I thought you already emptied out your heart for MOA back with Yoongi-hyung earlier..”

“Nooo, my h-heart… my heart is s-so fuullllll” Yeonjun wailed, slinging his arm lazily over Taehyuns chest as he pressed himself closer, gripping into his shoulder like his life depended on it. “n…’tis not MOA… I-I mean, I’m.. l-love MOA, but.. I mean yoooou”

Taehyun felt his lips tug into a small smile, his eyebrows raising in mild surprise. Yeonjun had already had a rant about how grateful he was for Taehyun and his support today. Had Yeonjun really forgotten everything he had said just moments ago when they were filming the episode?

A little amused, Taehyun decided to play along. It wasn’t like Yeonjun was going to remember any of this tomorrow anyways.

“Me?” Taehyun quipped, leaning back against the headrest as Yeonjun clung to him, almost like he was afraid he’d disappear if he let go.

“Yeeaaaah, you, and-and Soooobin… Kai,-hic-Gyu…” Yeonjun continued, breath hitching incessantly with each sob. “You-you juss..” he paused for a moment, and Taehyun almost thought he’d passed out. But then, the wailing resumed. “Taehyuniiiiieeeee, I lo-loove you so much- you’re s-so greeaaat.. p-please never leeeaaave”

Before Taehyun could process the drunken declarations, he realised that the car had come to a halt. The driver was glancing back at them with a deadpan expression, clearly unimpressed by the ridiculous scene unfolding in the backseat.

With an apologetic smile, Taehyun lifted his finger, silently signalling that he needed juuuust a moment longer to calm Yeonjun down.

“-cuz you’re all sso sweet and cjuuuute and grahsgsgh, Taehyunieeee always love meeee” Yeonjun blabbered on, his words slurring as his tears soaked into the fabric of Taehyuns shirt.

Taehyun watched him, a little dumbfounded. He really hadn't seen Yeonjun like this in quite some time.

“Hyuuung~” Taehyun cooed, the sweetness in his voice instantly silencing Yeonjuns drunken rambling. The older man blinked at him with teary eyes, waiting expectantly for him to continue.

Pft. Too easy.

Taehyun couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped past his lips. “Yeonjunie, we’re home” he said gently, his voice soft and soothing, almost as if he was speaking to a child.

Taehyun knew exactly how to reach through to a drunk Yeonjun, and sweet, tender affection was always the key.

As Yeonjuns lips started to quiver again, Taehyun quickly distracted him by poking his cheek with his finger. “Ah-ah” he smiled fondly and took Yeonjuns hand in his, preparing to open the car door.

“Let’s get inside, alright? I’ll help you, don’t worry.”

Reluctantly, but with a soft smile, Taehyun lifted Yeonjun’s hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against his knuckles. Yeonjuns eyes widened in awe, a dopey grin spreading across his face as though Taehyun had just saved the world with one simple gesture.

“Waaahhh…” Yeonjun sighed, staring at him with an almost childlike wonder. “Waooow…so cute.”

Taehyun chuckled, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and mild exasperation. Yoongi was right, he was pretty damn cute.

Taehyun briefly considered what he would tell Yoongi about their journey home, what details he’d give him insight on. He definitely owed him a thank him for the quick-witted decision of bringing a plastic bag, as it spared them a bigger mess..

Tomorrow would be a fresh start, and Yeonjuns memories of the car ride would likely be wiped clean by then.

For now, Taehyun decided to take full advantage of Yeonjuns dazed and easily distracted state, just long enough to get him safely to bed for the night.

One unsteady step at a time.

[sickonthedancefloor]

Feveruary Day 14 - Falling Asleep in the Wrong Place Fandom: Tomorrow x Together Sickie: Beomgyu Caretaker: Soobin, Yeonjun, Taehyun, Kai Content: fever, general illness

“He locked the door?” Soobin asked, frowning. He’s been at the dorm for a grand total of two days and he’s already back to babysitting his brothers.

Today’s problem child: Beomgyu.

The same Beomgyu who’s had an on-off cold for the past two weeks and has added flu medicine to his daily supplements. Their manager has been begging him to go to the doctor, but he’s been just well enough that the company hasn’t had a need to force him. But between that, their schedule ramping up, and Soobin’s return, they’ve been a little busier than usual.

Not too busy, Soobin decides, as Kai hands him a bobby pin.

Beomgyu apparently and told everyone he was just going to sleep in, but he locked the door. By accident or on purpose, they couldn’t be sure. But honestly, Soobin was getting in there one way or another. They haven’t been able to check on him all morning, and Taehyun’s worried he overdid it on the cough syrup.

“This is so stupid,” Yeonjun hisses from the side. He had offered going through the window, but their dorm is too high—and he knows them, one of them will fall and it will be a media spectacle.

“It really is, he should have just trusted us,” Kai grumbles.

Soobin wiggles the clip, and with a slow turn, the door handle gives way. He eases it open, and all four members walk in to… an empty room.

“Gyu?” Soobin calls.

They hear a grunt from the closet. Soobin holds his hand out to the others to have them wait. And he approaches cautiously, finding a lump of blankets on the floor. And a messy head of sweaty hair. Beomgyu’s eyes, half-lidded, glance up at him from above the blankets pulled to his nose.

“Our leaderrrrr!” he says. He brings up what Soobin guesses is a hand, but is so buried under blankets, and just rubs at his eyes.

Soobin squats next to him, slowly easing the blankets from his mouth. “I’m back. But Beomgyu, what are you doing down here? The floor is the worst possible place to sleep.”

“Bed was too far… I got cold.”

He laughs when Soobin reaches over to hug him, and tries to tug him, only for both of them to fall over. The others rush over to help them both to their feet, their maknae walking Beomgyu over to his bed.

“Okay, I’m buying kiddie door protectors for him,” Yeonjun grumbles, before he goes to get him some water.

“Wouldn’t be a bad idea,” Taehyun adds, looking at Kai and Soobin. “He can’t lock himself in if he can’t reach the lock.”

Soobin laughs. “I’ll tell the manager to grab some extra.”

As Beomgyu lays down, he looks up. “I locked y’all out? Go outside so I can do it again.”

Kai just shoves him onto the pillow.

[snowbaamgyu]

I saw this today, and this made me think of like huening developing a fever throughout the day and trying to thug it out or something like hiding his sickness https://x.com/ningkaifolder/status/1857214003258237104?s=46

Cool it down

In the midst of what seems to be a boring meeting Kai's body suddenly becomes uncomfortably warm as a low-grade fever sets in. His skin feels hot to the touch, and a light sheen of sweat begins appearing across his brow. He feels a flush creeping up his neck and across his cheeks, and his hair begins to stick to the damp skin. Kai's breathing becomes shallow and slightly faster, his heart rate picking up as his body temperature rises. Nobody really notices, just getting a few glances from Yeonjun and Taehyun, Soobin and Beomgyu were really focused and bringing up arguments to the meeting. Kai has been feeling odd almost all morning, he woke up with a weird achy feeling through all his body and chest, his stomach a little upset too, not hurting but it bothered him enough to leave him without an appetite.

As the meeting slowly comes to an end almost an hour later, Kai's fever intensifies, the heat radiating from his skin becomes more pronounced. His flushed skin takes on a red hue, and he begins to sweat profusely, the moist sheen clinging to his temples and neck. He feels flushed and feverish, his head growing fuzzy and hot, as if he'd been standing in the hot sun for too long. His clothes stick to him uncomfortably, and Kai can't seem to catch his breath after he replied with his opinion on what concepts he'd like to try, panting softly as his heart races, now everyone is staring at him with concern. "Are you feeling okay? You look kinda... uhm as if just run a marathon" Soobin was the first one to speak, "I'm okay, just a little bit hot but it's nothing" Kai defended himself but Soobin as the leader he then tried to wrap the meeting as quickly as possible.

The next schedule is dance practice, of course, they did a warm up first but Kai's fever worsens, and his skin feels as if it's on fire, burning and tingling unpleasantly. He's drenched in sweat, the dampness spreading across his back and chest, causing his shirt to cling to his body. His eyes feel heavy, and his head pounds mercilessly, his temples throbbing with every beat of his heart. His movements become labored, his limbs sluggish and unresponsive, as if he were trying to move through thick, hot mud. Yeonjun was the one to approach him this time "Huening-ah you really don't look well, come here, I bet you're burning up and... yeah definitely a fever, go lay down on the couch while we finish practicing, or go sleep at your studio" the eldest stated after laying his hand on the maknae's forehead, who just nodded, too exhausted to try and keep it secret that he felt bad. Kai walked to the couch they kept on a corner of the dance practice room and curled up there.

A couple of hours later Kai's fever reaches its peak, enveloping him in an inferno of heat. His skin is slick with sweat, and his clothes are soaked through, the fabric sticking uncomfortably to his hot, flushed body. His head feels fuzzy and light, and he struggles to focus, his vision blurring slightly. Taehyun wento to check on him when they decided to take a break, Kai really didn't look well, he was pale yet flushed, his hair as wet as if he had taken a shower.

"Guys, he's really sick, maybe we should get him home or to a clinic I—" Taehyun's words were interrupted by Kai "No... clinic no... home" he mumbled as he tried sitting up. "Soobin hyung let's go home please, we can't be here with Kai being this sick" Taehyun pleaded, Soobin nodded in agreement and started to gather his things, so did everyone else, Beomgyu helped Kai get up. He felt increasingly weak, barely able to move without dizziness overwhelming him. His limbs feel like lead, and he shivers despite the fever's heat, his teeth chattering involuntarily.

At the height of his fever, Kai feels utterly drained, his energy sapped by the raging fire consuming him from within, just waiting for the car to start Kai fell asleep again but everyone could see that each breath he took was a struggle, his chest tight and sore, and every movement feels like moving through molten lava. He's disoriented, his thoughts scattered and incoherent, making it difficult to think or understand what's happening around him. Kai's lips are parched, his throat dry and raw, and he has a splitting headache that seems to amplify every sound and light around him.

Kai's fever takes a turn for the worse, his entire body shaking violently as chills rack his frame. His teeth chatter so forcefully that it becomes difficult to speak, and his vision swims in front of his eyes, obscuring the world around him. "We're almost there, hang on a little bit longer" Soobin tried to calm him, even though they didn't know if he was conscious enough to hear and understand his words.

When they finally reach the dorms Yeonjun is the one carrying their maknae to his room. Kai has the sensation of hot and cold simultaneously, the fire inside him warring against the chills that envelop his exterior. Kai's head throbs relentlessly, and he feels overwhelmingly weak, barely able to lift his head from his pillow

Kai is in the grip of the fever now, his senses reeling from the intense heat and chills wracking his body. His muscles ache painfully, and his skin is hypersensitive, every touch causing him to flinch. He struggles to speak, his voice reduced to a hoarse whisper, and his breathing is shallow and rapid. The heat radiating from his skin is intense, the sweat soaking his clothes and bedding. His eyes are glassy, and he's barely conscious as the fever ravages him, leaving him weak, disoriented, and utterly spent. Everyone is trying their best to bring it down, they wipe his body with a cold wet towel, put an ice pack on his forehead, and of course, made him swallow a couple of pills.

His energy utterly spent, Kai collapses back onto the bed after taking some medicine, his eyelids drooping heavily. He's so exhausted from the fever that sleep comes swiftly, claiming him as the world around him fades to blackness. His breath is slow and even, his fever still present but less intense now that he's unconscious.

"I'm really worried... what do we do if the fever intensifies again?" Yeonjun asked, everyone was as worried as he was, specially Soobin as the leader, "We'll have to see how he wakes up tomorrow, for now we have to take care of him as best as we can, if we can't handle it anymore then we'll have to go to a clinic".

Luckily, throughout the night nothing else happened, everyone kept their guard up for Kai, and the next few days he just had a low fever and a slight cold, nothing a few days of rest and the love of his hyungs couldn't cure.

[flashymoa]

Finding My Safe Space

(Regressed, Sick Taehyun)

Tw: angst, panic attack, vomit, *headspace/littlespace

*Headspace/ littlespace: it's a stage when a character who didn't have enough love and care in the childhood suddenly falls into a headspace and feels like a kid when he's too stressed or something triggers it.

Soobin and Taehyun were running some errands in the mall. They shopped necessary goods and discussed the upcoming comeback schedule, promoting and stuff. Everything was going well. Until Taehyun saw a little kid asking his mom to buy him a toy as they were exiting a shop. His eyes glittered. It was a train with rail tracks, that activates with batteries. He wanted that too.

Soobin felt a tug on his sleeves. "What is it Taehyun-ah?"

Taehyun didn't say anything, just kept his eyes fixated on that toy. Soobin shook him a bit. "Hey, Taehyun-ah-"

"Appa!" And Soobin mentally facepalmed at that. Not now please. He didn't want any trouble in the mall. But nonetheless he talked with the little in a gentle voice. "Yes, Taehyunie?"

Taehyun looked at him with puppy eyes, "Wan' that toy." Soobin held his hands tightly since Taehyun could escape at any moment. "Not now." Soobin retorted.

"I wan' it pweaseee," Taehyun pleaded.

Soobin crouched down a little to whisper so that only Taehyun could hear. "We're in the mall, be a good boy, we need to go home, okay?"

"I am bein good boy. I just wan the magic train!" the younger whined and tried to free himself from Soobin's grip as he had expected.

Soobin didn't want to be late, because he had a lot of work to do. Send the supplies home then go to the company for a meeting with the manager. He really didn't have time for all this. Moreover he didn't have enough money on him to buy the toy at that moment. As Soobin was immersed in thought, Taehyun freed himself and ran like a little kitty to where the shopkeeper was showing the other kid the train thing. He stood there and watched the battery-activated-train move along the rail traks with glittery eyes.

"We didn't come here to buy toys, Taehyunie. Let's go home, our members are waiting." he felt Soobin grab his hand and pull him towards the exit, but Taehyun won't budge. "Nooo!" He whined and pouted, "Appa only buy Kai plushies and toy. Taehyunie wants one too!" He looked at Soobin with wattery eyes.

People at the shop were looking at them. Soobin looked around and squeezed little Taehyun's hand a bit hard to warn him about the situation, and whispered, "We're at the mall. Behave."

In response Taehyun only looked at him with eyes brimming with tears, "appa never scowld Kai-ah, only Taehyunie. Why?" His lips quivering.

Soobin was frustrated, he didn't like the attention and glances the people were giving, it'd be a huge problem if fans know Taehyun is a little. Moreover, their new comeback 'Sanctuary' was near, so of course people were head over heels to find spoilers and stalking. So he tightened the grip on Taehyun's hand and dragged him out of the shop. "Owch, hurts." Taehyun whined but the leader didn't even react to it, just dragged him straight out of the mall. Little did he know, his grip was too hard, that was surely gonna leave a bruise.

As soon as they got out of the mall, Soobin hurried to the parking lot and opened the passengers seat door and literally shoved the little inside. Don't even ask how much that hurt Taehyun, not physically, but mentally, his heart was aching. Was he a burden? Unshed tears pooled his eyes as watched his hyung starting the car and start driving, not even looking at him.

Taehyun felt that Soobin hated him. He felt like crying but he had to hold his tears. Because if he cries now, Soobin will hate him more. So he sucked a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Once they were on the highway, Soobin glanced at Taehyun. He was leaning his head on the window seal, eyes closed with a frown on his face. "Taehyuniee, are you okay? Do you feel carsick?" He was asking that because when Taehyun was in his headspace, he usually got carsick.

Taehyun didn't reply. He was awake but decided to keep quiet. Yes, he was definitely feeling carsick but he didn't want to be a burden, so kept quiet. He pretended to sleep as Soobin called him, "Taehyun-ah you okay?"

Not getting a reply, Soobin thought Taehyun was asleep and focused on driving. As Soobin drove towards the dorms, Taehyun only got more nauseous on each turn and bump. Can I really tell appa? Appa already hates Taehyunie, Taehyunie don't wanna be hated more.

He fought the urge to whine to Soobin about how he felt so sick and kept pretending to be asleep. He just wanted to be his appa's good little. No matter how nauseous he felt, he didn't make a sound, just squeezed his eyes tight to cope up with the pain in his stomach.

When Soobin reached home, he shook Taehyun gently to wake him up, "Taehyun-ah, we're home." Little did he know Taehyun was awake the whole time and was waiting so eagerly to hear those words, 'we're home'. That meant he could finally get out of the suffocating car. He opened his eyes and quickly opened the car door to get out of the congested space.

They went inside the dorm as Yeonjun greeted them, and Taehyun literally ran to him, crashing on him with a hug. Yeonjun hugged back giggling at the younger's cuteness, "What's up?" Oh how much he wanted that comfort.

"Taehyunie missed papa."

"Aww is my baby little?" Yeonjun cooed, ruffling his hair. Taehyun was still hugging him, literally latching onto him, "Mnmm", that meant yes.

"Don't spoil him too much, hyung," Soobin's sharp voice cut through. "You don't know what he did at the mall." His voice was full of annoyance, at least that's what Taehyun felt.

Yeonjun caressed his hair, "Really little one? What did you do? Wanna share with papa?"

Soobin again started, harsher this time, "Oh hyung! You don't know how much he embarrassed me in front of so many people. If only you had seen their glances." Taehyun felt his heart clench, he felt much smaller, and insecure. Not to mention he was already feeling extremely nauseous from the car ride earlier.

To put it simply, he felt awful, both physically and mentally. He had never felt so insecure before, he literally shrunk in Yeonjun's hold as the elder was asking him gently, "What did you do baby?"

Taehyun did not answer, he just let go of him and walked over to Kai. Kai was playing with his plushies and toys. He was also in little space. Taehyun just sat quietly beside him and stared. He noticed Kai had more toys and plushies than he did. He felt jealous.

Taehyun noticed it multiple times that Soobin loves Kai more. As if to confirm his thoughts, Soobin started, "He is so troublesome hyung. I wish he was easy to handle like Kai."

He could hear their conversation, Yeonjun was saying, "Don't say like that, Soobin. Taehyun is adorable. Just let him be the kid he wants to be."

"So? Does letting him be the kid he wants to be means bringing us trouble?!" Soobin was really frustrated, it was clear from his tone. He made an exasperated sigh, "I wish he was a bit more sensible."

Taehyun's heart clenched in pain. He didn't realise his favourite appa hated him this much. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes. He felt so insecure, vulnerable, his stomach twisting in knots with anxiety, and the already slightly upset tummy from the previous car ride wasn't helping either.

All of a sudden, he didn't want to care about anything anymore. He just wanted to be a little happy in his prison of sorrows. The big, haunting walls of insecurity and loneliness he couldn't push away. He tried; really tried to get out of the suffocation in his mind.

He thought of focusing on good things. That's why, he took one of Kai's toys in his hands, a small train. It was kind of similar to the one he saw at the store earlier. He quietly played with it, carefully eyeing every single detail.

The toy was nothing fancy, Taehyun just felt so insecure and vulnerable that he wanted to block out the whole world; because he knew no one loved him. That's why he tried to find happiness in the toy in his hands right now, which was also not his. Soobin didn't buy him toys like he did to Kai. His face puffed up with unshed tears he tried so hard to control. He didn't want to break down and prove them he was indeed a pathetic little who deserved to be hated.

"Taehyun-ah!"

Taehyun looked up. It was Soobin.

"Do you know I'm calling for the 5th time right now?"

Taehyun really didn't realise he was being called. He tried to apologise but no words could escape his throat. Was it fear? He gulped. Couldn't utter a word, just stared as if he was frozen. He tried to find love and softness in Soobin's eyes but it only looked more fierce and scary. He didn't even realise he was shaking.

"Why aren't you answering? Is that the manners we taught you?!" Soobin yelled as Taehyun practically flinched. Yeonjun rushed to calm him down, "Soobin-ah, calm down. Why are you scolding him?"

Taehyun just watched in horror with wide eyes as the pit in him stomach grew larger. His heart ached as his breath hitched. He felt so scared.

Soobin totally ignored Yeonjun and asked, "Why did you steal Kai's toy?"

Steal? He didn't steal it. He was just playing with it. Did Kai complain about him stealing the toy?

Why? He felt betrayed.

Yeonjun asked, "wait, really?"

"He stwol it!" Kai pointed at him. He glanced at Kai. Why are you lying Kai? All of a sudden, Soobin grabbed his cheeks. It wasn't gentle like usual, way harsh. "I'm asking you a question!" Taehyun flinched again, eyes widening as his breathing became unstable.

He yanked him as his grip on his face tightened. It hurt. "Can't you talk?!" And that was the limit, Taehyun was so overwhelmed with fear as he felt the air knocked out of him; he wheezed. The toy dropped from his hands as he clutched his chest trying to breathe.

He couldn't breathe.

Soobin's eyes widened, realising what was happening. Before he could do anything, Yeonjun yanked his hand away protectively from Taehyun's face. "Don't touch him!" Yeonjun's eyes flared at him as he protectively wrapped his arms around Taehyun. Gently rubbing his arms and asking him to breathe slowly. Telling him to focus on his voice.

Soobin scooted away and just watched it with a throbbing heart. Was he responsible for this?

He watched as Taehyun gasped for air, clawing his throat. He was crying and whimpering, couldn't utter a single word; he was in too much pan to talk. He felt like dying. Rough memories of his childhood flashed through his mind, sending him chills and waves of nausea. Tears prickled his eyes and made their way flowing down his cheeks.

He couldn't hear anything, none of the comforting words the eldest was offering, he couldn't feel the eldest rubbing back and literally wrapping him in warm hold, guiding his head to his chest and stroking his hair. He couldn't feel any of that. He was trapped in his mind, pain and sorrows;detached from reality.

He choked, trying to breathe as he felt bile rising in the back of his throat. Taehyun lurched forward, putrid liquid mixed with an undigested slurry of breakfast splashed on the floor, some soiling his shirt and pants. Endless stream of tears flowed as he felt his stomach clawing at him. He whimpered as he felt the next wave coming. He gagged again bending forward as Yeonjun swiftly placed a trashcan under his chin. He rubbed the younger's back gently, offering comforting words. "It's okay Taehyun-ah, let it out. You're gonna be okay. I'm here." Although he didn't know the younger could process his words in that situation or not, he caressed him in the gentlest way possible, as if he was a fragile glass that could shatter anytime.

Taehyun coughed and heaved, bringing streams of vomit, he thought he'd pass out. Which he did soon after he had stopped throwing up.

Secured in Yeonjun's hold, he could finally breathe. The control his mind had over his physic fading, finally letting him have a break from the pain.

He was still shuddering and whimpering in his slumber of unconsciousness. Kai was already crying from what he had witnessed. He felt responsible for accusing Taehyun of stealing when he didn't.

Kai just wanted to prank him. It never crossed his mind that the outcome would be this dangerous. Kai was a little who liked to prank because it made him feel relieved from the stress. He didn't have any bad intentions though.

And Soobin on the other hand felt so guilty, he didn't know how he'd face Taehyun once he wakes up. Nonetheless he comforted Kai as the little was crying and helped Yeonjun in cleaning Taehyun up and putting him in bed.

"You know Soobin his psychiatrist said clearly to take care of Taehyun in his headspace gently because his trauma is way worse than Kai's? Yet you kept comparing him to Kai, and the worst thing is you said those words in front of him. He heard you say all that when you are the one he cherished the most in his headspace. Why? Because he felt comfortable with you, but what did you do? He was in headspace because he stressed and you stressed him even more to the point he had a panic attack!"

Soobin listened hanging his head low, muttering sorries from time to time. He would surely apologise to Taehyun when he wakes up.

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Should I write a SECOND PART?

[ming1m1ng]

why can't western artists make little photocards in their albums too like I wanted a sabrina pc to accompany my jaehyun pc

[koqabear]

DID YOU SEE TAEHYUNS TWEET AHSVGDNDVSJSVSJ?? STOP IT.. THIS MAN IS GLOWINGG

i had to take a moment to answer this because i was not in the right state of mind to be commenting on these pictures. just. so many thoughts running through my head... he's so pretty and scrumptious im going to lose sleep knowing that im not able to see this yummy ass view every time i sleep and wake up... im gonna throw up life isn't fair !!

[blackhairedjjun]

i should be sleeping but i can’t stop thinking about this tweet bc i noticed too :(

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

Taehyun out here in Paris giving gorgeous mysterious exchange student who dresses well and is super polite and everybody wants him

[k-sickies]

Number: 17 “Why didn’t you say anything sooner about your belly feeling so sick?”

Sick: Taehyun

Caregiver: Yeonjun

I hope it's ok like this ^^

Warning: description of throwing up/vomit

Currently Yeonjun and Taehyun were in the practice room, they wanted to dance a bit while doing a Vlive for Moa. Before they start the live they obviously had to warm up a bit. Yeonjun already had the music on gull volume and was stretching a bit. Taehyung sat a bit aside and was stretching his legs too. However he had a hard time to do so as his stomach was making flips each time he moved. If he would just bend down the slightest it was in his throat. He felt like this since the morning but he thought a mug of tea and pills for nausea would do the thing. It didn't. He felt a bit better for a few minutes but right now it's back and now it's even worse. 

Taehyun knew he should say something before they started the Vlive but he just couldn't. Yeonjun was so happy as Taehyun said he would join him. He doesn't have the heart to ruin that now. After all they rarely had time to do Vlives anymore. 

So he did his best to power through it. 

However, after a few rounds of dancing he knew he couldn't hold it back any longer. They didn't even fully dance yet as it was just warm ups. But even those movements that he usually could do in his sleep unsettled his stomach even more. A cold sweat was gathering on his forehead and neck. His ears ringing. And suddenly he bend forward with a retch as clear liquid splashed on the ground. 

Hearing that sound Yeonjun widened his eyes. Immediately he stopped the music and was as fast as possible by Taehyuns side.

"Shit." He cursed as he saw the mess on the floor and his band member violently lurching up more liquid.

"It's okay. You're okay." Yeonjun tried to comfort. 

Taehyun squeezed his eyes shut as his stomach cramped harshly sending up another rush of hot liquid. It was burning his throat. His legs wobbled and he had a hard time to hold himself up. To his luck Yeonjun noticed that and grabbed his wrist to slowly guide the younger down. 

After a few more round of being sick the younger was finally empty. He let himself fall on the floor. Yeonjun making sure that the young singer didn't accidentally sit in his own mess. 

"Why didn't you say anything sooner about your belly feeling so sick?" Yeonjun questioned. His brows furrowed in concern.

Taehyun took a deep breath "Didn't want to make you sad.." he mumbled.

Yeonjun sighed and he wrapped one arm around the younger. Squeezing his shoulder in process. "You make me sad if I see you being this sick." 

Taehyung looked down. "Can we go home?" 

"Of course." The older said as he ruffled the youngers hair.

[wolfytae-exe]

i cant tell if this is a threat or a promise- i was talking about this picture

LMAO

[feverishly-kpop]

TXT - Sick Team

“You’re still running a good fever” Yeonjun sighed, settling the thermometer back on Soobin’s bedside table.

“I figured as much. I feel…weird…” Soobin replied sadly. “How’re the others?” Soobin couldn’t help but worry about his dongsaengs even after 36 hours of being sick in bed.

“Kai is still staying with his family. I told him not to come back until everyone is feeling better. Taehyun is starting to feel better. He said he hasn’t been nauseous at all today.” Yeonjun hiccuped, unconsciously rubbing his stomach. “Gyu’s been sleeping all day. He called manager-hyung and said that he was feeling better but was put straight back to bed the minute hyung walked in and got one look at him.”

Soobin chuckled at that before grimacing with pain as his head throbbed. “His temperature is manageable though?” The discomfort was evident in his voice.

Yeonjun nodded, pushing Soobin’s hair from his forehead. “I’ve been keeping an eye on it. Nothing to worry about. High enough to make him a little uncomfortable but low enough that it’s not keeping him awake.”

Soobin let out a deep breath. Yeonjun hadn’t noticed how tense Soobin had been but wasn’t surprised. Anytime the members weren’t feeling well the leader was on edge. Even when he himself was sick too.

“You should be asleep too” Yeonjun said softly, adjusting Soobin’s blankets around him before heading back to the door.

“Hyung” Soobin called after him, causing Yeonjun to turn around. “How are you feeling?”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes. He thought that he had been doing a better job hiding his own discomfort. The last thing Soobin needed was more to worry about.

“I’m totally fine…” Yeonjun began but was immediately interrupted by Soobin.

“Bullshit. Tell me what’s wrong” Soobin said. It wasn’t often that he pulled rank as leader with Yeonjun but when he did he left no room for Yeonjun to defy him.

“I’m a little feverish. And my stomach is a little weird. No big deal” Yeonjun replied.

“Hyung…” Soobin said with a sigh, gesturing for Yeonjun to come back into the room. “You’re sick. You need to rest.” Soobin slid over in his bed. Before Yeonjun could give it a second thought he found himself laying down and snuggling into Soobin’s side, Soobin’s feverish warmth melting some of the chill that he couldn’t seem to shake since he had warmed up.

Just as he was about to doze off there was a soft knock at the bedroom door followed immediately by the sound of the door opening, revealing Taehyun holding Beomgyu to his side, rubbing his arm.

“He had a nightmare. I told him you were both just fine but he didn’t believe me…” Taehyun said softly, still trying to comfort Beomgyu.

“We’re all good, Gyu! Come here. You shouldn’t be on your feet” Soobin said as he sat up, dismayed to see Beomgyu looking so unwell. “Hyunnie, you shouldn’t be up either.”

Taehyun shook his head quickly. “My fever broke earlier this afternoon and hasn’t come back. I’m happy to help. Especially now that I’m the only one who isn’t currently burning up from the looks of it” he added, gesturing toward Yeonjun, who was distracted with his crying dongsaeng.

“Thanks,” Soobin said quietly with a smile as Taehyun stepped out of the room. Within a few minutes Yeonjun, Soobin and Beomgyu had managed to get comfortable enough to get back to sleep where they stayed until Yeonjun was roused by the door opening again.

“I told you not to come back yet” Yeonjun said, his voice thick with sleep but Kai only smiled sadly in response.

“Taehyun told me that he was feeling better but that you were sick now,” Kai replied as he softly laid a cool compress across Soobin’s forehead and one on the exposed area of the nape of Beomgyu’s neck. “I thought he might need a hand” he added as he wiped Yeonjun’s rosy cheeks with the third cloth before laying it across his forehead. “Now go back to sleep before you wake these two up.”

“Thanks, Kai, goodnight” Yeonjun said softly before dozing off again.

[snowbaamgyu]

Friends don't understand me anymore

This one is a request from @flashymoa , check that blog too ;)

Also sorry this took too long, it's finally here, enjoy!

Their schedule was packed, like, really packed, that was for sure, and they all were tired, no one had the right to complain, they were following that lifestyle since their debut days, if it wasn't dance practice for a comeback it was for a special stage, or even just to make sure they all mantain the same stamina; then, vocal practice or maybe some individual schedules, submitting lyrics, photoshoots, interviews, etc.

Taehyun didn't notice at first, he brushed away some symptoms like being exhausted when he was just finishing his warm up for his gym routine, or how he felt a bit grossed out by the sight of food, even his favorite dishes! It all were signs of his body telling him something was going to happen.

It was a lot and it was taking a toll on everyone but specially in Taehyun, he didn't have the time for his body to do what it wanted, but today he really wanted to stop everything and go home.

Doubled over with his hands on his knees, Taehyun panted trying to catch his breath, everyone was tired but he felt like he had done all four hours of dance practice when they were just one hour into it. Their dance instructor noticed his behavior and got a bit concerned, still asked "Taehyun-ssi, is everything okay?" just in case, Taehyun nodded before standing straight "Just tired, sorry".

The dance practice continued but Taehyun kept making mistakes, tripping over his own feet or bumping into Beomgyu who was kind enough to hide how frustrated he was getting, the rest did the same aside of Yeonjun who huffed in annoyance when Taehyun held onto him to prevent falling down face first onto the floor, the dance teacher calling for a break and Soobin leaving the room.

"Taehyun, I get that you're tired but we're all are too as well, please cooperate for us to go home quickly" the oldest one of the group said, not knowing what to say, Taehyun lowered his head and apologized, finally realizing he wasn't in conditions for that damn dance practice. "I don't think I feel well enough to continue" he said with a grimace, now feeling all the discomfort, the dancing and moving around distracted him but now all his body felt heavy and hot, probably a fever.

"Taehyun, if we all said we don't feel good then no one would be here right now, I also want to rest but work comes first, focus please" Beomgyu now was the one speaking, and Kai beside him just nodded, he thought the same thing as his hyungs.

"You're right, sorry, I'll do better" was all he said, not wanting to keep the discussion with his hyungs, then went to drink some water hoping it would calm his scratchy throat and mildly upset stomach, his hands trembling when he closed the water bottle, he felt a shiver running down all his body, his eyes were glossy and his head started hurting. Soobin entered the room and the practice resumed, when Taehyun bumped into Soobin this time he immediately bowed and apologized, scared that he also was mad at him for not giving his all and slacking off. "I'm so sorry hyung, I promise it won't happen again, sorry." Soobin noticed how Taehyun's voice cracked a bit at the end and gently grabbed his shoulder, feeling all the warmth radiating through him, the younger sweating buckets and breathing shallowly, something was happening. "It's alright Taehyun, are you feeling okay? You don't seem well" at Soobin's words Yeonjun huffed once again, "He's just being lazy, we're all tired Taehyun you're not special today" Yeonjun's words hurt, they were cold and full of annoyance, Soobin frowned but let it go, not wanting to start an argument mid practice.

They all got into their positions again but Taehyun knew he couldn't make it to the end of the song without making mistakes, not with the way his eyes were full of black dots and everything was changing colors until it started fading, still he went on, didn't stop even when he felt so lightheaded that his nose started bleeding, didn't stop when all his limbs felt so heavy he thought he wasn't in control of his own body, with that he collapsed and the music stopped, so did the boys.

Soobin was the first one to react and go check on him, the dance instructor going out to call the medical staff and one of their managers.

"Taehyun, what happened? Wake up, please!" Soobin pleaded as he put the youngers head on his lap, wiping the blood with a towel Kai handed, Beomgyu and Yeonjun stood there not knowing what to do but bolting into action when the younger started waking up but the first thing he did was choke up his lunch or well, what he managed to eat, Soobin titling his head for him to finish throwing up, Beomgyu held the trashcan for him to puke in there, coughing and retching, Taehyun didn't know what was happening.

When he was done Yeonjun took the trashcan and they all tried to give him air with those hand fans, also giving him so space so he could breath normally again, now in that position Soobin could really acknowledge that Taehyun was really sick and not just lazy how they others were thinking, he was burning up and had really dark circles under his eyes, his normally honey-colored skin was now pale, almost grayish.

"Guys, he is sick, why didn't any of you think twice before saying he was just being lazy? How could you even let this get this far?! Really? You couldn't even just try and check for a fever?" Soobin was mad, like really mad, spoke to them not only in his leader voice but also as a friend who had to point out their mistakes. No one could really reply, they knew they were wrong but now they had to focus on Taehyun, when the medical staff arrived they set him up in the couch of the practice room, Soobin never leaving his side, the other three just looked from afar.

"Looks like a mix of exhaustion and possibly a stomach flu or just the common flu, whatever it is, he needs to rest, the hospital is not necessary so just take him to the dorms, he will be fine by the end of the week if he is well rested".

The ride to the dorms was silent, no one dared to speak not only because Taehyun was asleep but also the air was so tense, Soobin was the one who carried Taehyun to his room and tucked him into bed, his face flushed, he was breathing through his mouth and his stomach was rumbling, Soobin winced in sympathy a bit at that, being sick sucks specially if it involved a sick stomach, at the end he left the room to let him sleep.

The other three knew that now they had a long lecture from Soobin, so they gathered in the living room and waited for him.

"Okay, care to explain why didn't any of you believe in Taehyun's words? He clearly told you he felt sick, am I wrong?" Soobin started, looking disappointed at them; "He did tell us that he wasn't feeling well but honestly, I think we didn't take him seriously because we also are exhausted and it wouldn't be fair if only him got to rest" Yeonjun said as he lowered his head a bit, "He's right but also, for me it was because I wanted to finish practice before letting my body be weak and agree that I couldn't make it to the end of the week, in a way I'm kinda thankful to Taehyun because now we have to be in quarantine" Beomgyu continued, they kept talking, everyone giving a reason and arguments until a door slammed shut and Kai shushed them. "Guys, Taehyun, he's throwing up again" now that they were quiet they could hear him and immediately went after him, they found Taehyun in the bathroom with his head into the toilet heaving painfully but only bringing saliva and stomach acid, the coughing just irritating more his throat, this time Beomgyu was the one who crouched by his side and patted his back, Kai prepared him a bath and Yeonjun went to change his bedsheets, Soobin went to the laundry room with Yeonjun.

"Taehyunnie, we're sorry for not believing in you, we'll take care of you so everyone can enjoy this week off okay?" said boy just nodded, not really processing what was happening, Beomgyu flushed the toilet and helped Kai to take off his clothes and let him relax into the water, massaging his scalp and helping the fever to go down, Kai went to grab a change of clothes for Taehyun and drying his hair, now Taehyun was a bit more awake and aware of his surroundings, Soobin appeared into his room with a bowl of soup and some pills with a glass of water, everyone managed to fit themselves to keep him company, even when Taehyun murmured a low "I feel nauseous..." and had to pass him the trashcan of his room, the soup ending up in there, they had to try again later but for now they could try and make him feel better, even if they had the risk of getting sick they didn't care, they had to be there for him.

Three days later Taehyun was feeling much better and had already forgiven them, also had to become the caretaker when one morning Yeonjun had to make a run to the toilet to throw up his breakfast and dinner, they knew it was their karma when the next day Kai also got sick and the day after it was Beomgyu, but eventually everything calmed down and they got another week off, hanging out at home, playing games and watching movies, whatever argument they ever had now forgotten.

[flashymoa]

Migraine Becomes a Mess (Taehyun)

This was requested by an anon. Hope it finds the anon.

Sick: Taehyun

Caretaker: mainly Kai

Content: migraines, vomiting

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After long hours of practice, TXT finally got to get back to the dorms. Everyone was tired. They just wanted to eat something and go to sleep.

The members quickly washed up and settled down for dinner. Everyone was chatting; Kai occasionally burst out his devilishly loud laughs and Beomgyu being loud as always, thereby Yeonjun scolding Beomgyu and Soobin just quietly eating his food because it's nothing new and food matters first of course.

Everything was normal, except the fact that Taehyun felt annoyed of them. He had a headache and they were making it worse. He had had enough. He slammed his hands on the counter and snapped, "Kai can you stop laughing like that?!"

Kai frowned, "Like what?"

"Your damn loud laughter is annoying me to the guts! It's giving me a headache!"

Kai was offended.He glared at Taehyun, "I've always laughed like that Taehyun. What's your problem?"

"It's annoying me."

Kai just clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah? It's my natural laughter and if it annoys you I don't give a shit."

Soobin spoke up this time, "Manners Kai."

"Manners?! You tell me to bahave but not him?!! Didn't he pull on a fight first?!" Kai was raging at this point.

"Calm down, kai-ah," Yeonjun said. "What Taehyun said was kinda disrespectful but I'm sure he feels guilty. He'll apologize, right Taehyun?" Yeonjun tured to Taehyun for a response; an apology but Taehyun just got up from his seat without saying anything and walked away.

It wasn't intentional tho, his headache had evolved into a serious migraine. And he couldn't even focus on what they were saying right now. He just wanted to get out of the chaos. Go somewhere quiet and dark.

But Taehyun getting up without answering clearly added flame to the fire. Kai was furious, he turned to Soobin.

"Hyung, did you see that?! He is the one that doesn't have manners!!"

He got up from his seat as well, "Yah! Taehyun! Didn't you hear Yeonjun hyung told you to apologise?!" Taehyun winced at the loud voice. It felt like needles pinning his head. He flinched and slammed his palms against his ears, trying his best to block the voice.

Kai was so mad at this behaviour that he was speechless. First he walked away without answering and now he's pretending not to hear, even blocking his ears to show he doesn't care to listen.

"He's becoming a spoilt brat," Beomgyu commented. Soobin or Yeonjun couldn't even say anything in defense even if they wanted to. They guessed something was fishy, probably Taehyun was upset about something but they didn't give it much thought.

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Later that night, Kai insisted he won't sleep in the same bed as Taehyun. (Imagine they share a double bed instead of bunk beds)

"I'm not sleeping in the same room as him Soobin hyung. That's final!" Kai huffed.

"Don't be like this Kai. If you be stubborn and do not sleep in your shared room today, the fight would get even bigger."

"No, he started this. Until he apologises I have no business with him! I'm not talking to him, let alone sleep in the same bed."

Soobin put his hands on Kai's shoulder, "Look at me Kai-ah. I know what he did wasn't right. But, please listen to hyung this once?"

Kai just looked away, not knowing what to say. He was mad Taehyun but he couldn't reject Soobin when he was asking like that.

"Um.. okay, but just because you're telling me to. I obviously didn't forgive him."

Soobin smiled at him, "That's good Ning-ning. Go to sleep now. We have to leave early for practice tomorrow."

"Okay hyung."

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Kai opened his bedroom door to find it absolutely dark. Normally it'd be dimly lit at night, but it was completely dark. He didn't think much about it as he got ready for bed.

He sarcastically looked at Taehyun and whispered, "Huh. Now sleeping peacefully after insulting me."

Soon, Kai drifted off to sleep but little did he know, Taehyun couldn't sleep one bit. His head was killing him, not to mention the churning inside his stomach.

On top of that, there was a construction going on nearby, the sound of drilling machines increased the pain 10 folded and Taehyun couldn't do anything but cry silently. The pain didn't ease one bit, it was just increasing.

He didn't even know when he started whimpering. And when Kai woke up hearing his whimpers.

"Taehyun, are you okay?" he heard Kai's voice. Was he really asking? Or was it his confused brain setting hallucinations because he was yearning for comfort.

Taehyun looked at Kai's side of bed. It was dark, he couldn't see anything properly. But then he heard it again, "Taehyun? You okay?"

Taehyun only whimpered in response. Kai immediately figured something was wrong.

He hurriedly got off the bed and flicked on the lights to see things properly. Taehyun flinched at the brightness as he buried his head on his knees, hands clutching his head and hair tightly, whimpering louder. He was visibly shaking. Rocking himself back and forth to calm himself down but he was miserably failing.

Kai immediately rushed to his side in worry, "Taehyun-ah, are you crying? What's wrong?" Taehyun sobbed; he couldn't form any words or even look up at him. The pain was too much.

Huening Kai cradled him in his arms and guided his head to rest on his chest. He rubbed his arms gently; stroked his hair as he whimpered and cried. He won't stop clutching his head nor open his eyes. Kai tried talking to him again, "Taehyunie, can you tell me what's bothering you? Did you have a nightmare? Talk to me. I'm right here." But Taehyun won't say a word, he seemed in too much pain.

Kai started panicking, Taehyun won't talk to him or even look at him. He couldn't imagine how much Taehyun was suffering to act like that. He was shaking in his arms like a stray bird in a storm.

"Should I go tell Soobin hyung? But how can I leave him alone in this state?" As much as he wanted the leader's help, he couldn't leave Taehyun alone in that state.

Kai reassured Taehyun in the most gentle way possible but Taehyun couldn't focus on anything when the pain felt like needles piercing through his skull, when the nausea that had slightly settled down earlier increased ten folded all of a sudden; his stomach just wanted to leap out. Taehyun didn't know what to do.

"Taehyun-ah at least open your eyes, please tell me what's wrong. I can't help you if you don't tell me."

Taehyun tried to follow what he was told. But as soon as he opened his eyes the bright light made everything worse. He was stuck with a sudden wave of dizziness; the world seemed to spin and a wave of nausea hit him on full force.

He felt his throat tighten as he lurched forward with gag. He immediately clamped his hand over his mouth and tried to swallow it back. But it couldn't stop the inevitable as he gagged again and vomit seeped through the gaps of his fingers. Huening Kai's eyes widened at the sudden encounter; nevertheless he didn't let go of Taehyun, rather helped him position properly so that he doesn't get the vomit on himself.

Kai waited patiently for Taehyun to finish. When Taehyun finally stopped throwing up, the poor boy slumped against Kai, taking ragged breaths.

Taehyun was so dizzy and vulnerable at that point that if Kai didn't hold him he'd have fallen on his own vomit. Huening Kai could see it from the way Taehyun was shaking and just let his whole weight on Kai's arms. So he didn't risk getting up to get a trash can for easy clean-up later because Taehyun mattered first of course. It was his favourite penguin blanket Taehyun threw up on yet Kai didn't feel angry at all. All he felt was worry and sympathy.

He rubbed Taehyun's back gently as he retched, coughed and choked on vomit. He was throwing up uncontrollably, barely getting any space to breathe inbetween heaves. "It's okay. Let it out. It'll be over soon." Kai tried his best to soothe him. Tears rolled down his cheeks as his body tried to get everything out of his stomach.

"Done?" Kai asked as he brushed the bangs away from his forehead, now drenched in sweat.

Taehyun nodded, eyes closed. He was exhausted and embarrassed. "I'm sorry," those were the first words Taehyun said, after the whole argument they had at the dining table.

"It's okay. It happens." Kai said as he reached to grab the tissues box from the nightstand with one hand while supporting the sick boy to stay stable with the other. He gently wiped his mouth and nose. Took another tissue to wipe the stray tears. He wiped his hand as well since one of his hands got puke on it.

Taehyun didn't utter a single word the whole time. It wasn't like the throbbing in his head had totally subsided but he felt a lot better.

"Wanna tell what actually happened?"

"Migraine." Taehyun replied while sniffling. His previous crying had left him with occasional sniffles.

Kai noticed Taehyun won't look up, he kept his head hung low. "Is your head still hurting? I'll turn off the lights. But I need to put the blankets in wash first. Can you stay by yourself for a while?"

Taehyun nodded.

"I'm sorry." He apologised as tears formed in the corner of his eyes, "I'm so sorry. I didn't realise I'd throw up until it happened. I made such a mess."

Kai held his cheeks and made him look at him. "Hey, look at me. It's okay. It's not your fault. Don't feel guilty." He saw tears making their way down his cheeks again. Kai knew he was now crying in guilt, not pain. Taehyun's expression clearly showed how guilty and miserable he felt. Kai placed a forehead kiss and said, "It's not your fault. I can just clean it up, okay? I'll be back in a minute."

Kai carefully pulled off the blanket, careful not to spread the mess and left the room to put it in the wash.

Taehyun was beyond grateful that Kai wasn't mad at him. He felt so tired and miserable that he didn't even notice when Huening Kai re-entered the room. He was in a daze. The only thing he felt was a touch on his shoulder and he turned his head to find Kai standing with a glass of water.

"Here, drink this." Kai helped Taehyun drink the water, carefully not to spill since his hands were shaking. Taehyun felt relieved as the water took away the acidic taste and cooled his throat. Kai handed him two tablets. Taehyun didn't even know what it was. He just trusted him enough to take it without a question. "Thanks."

"You gotta wash your hands, I only wiped with tissues. Do you think you can walk?" He could guess the answer already. Taehyun looked ghostly pale and Kai knew how terrible Taehyun's migranes could be.

"Dunno"

Kai sighed, "it's okay, I'll get wet wipes."

Kai helped him get cleaned, turned the lights off since it was bothering Taehyun, even wiped his face and neck with a wet towel when he noticed the temperature had elevated.

Huening Kai guided Taehyun's head on his lap while he sat against the headboard, stroking his hair and messaging his head. He knew it won't help that much given the fact that migraines never go away with message, but he just wanted ease his discomfort even if it's a little bit.

Later on that night, Taehyun spiked a fever and Kai practically stayed up all night to take care of him.

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The next morning when Soobin went to wake the maknaes up, he found Kai sleeping while sitting, leaning on the headboard, and Taehyun sleeping on Kai's lap. He smiled inwardly, "Who can tell these two were fighting not even 24 hours ago?"

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[prince-jjae]

no one touch me. WHATTH4FUCK.

TAEHYUN ☆ OVER THE MOON

[delugyu]

not that same og anon but *i* am ovulating right now and i think if pt3 never sees the light of day i *will* cry

here u go bae!! each of these parts are just gonna get longer and longer until it’s ridiculous to call it a drabble 😭

part one / part two / part three

(wc: 4.7k / warnings: searing hot jealousy, possessiveness, corruption kink, oral (f rec.), lots of heavy petting, marking, grinding, overstimulation, cumming in pants yayyy)

when beomgyu sees taehyun’s caller id on his phone, he almost doesn’t pick up. he knows that would be awful, though, and that maybe he shouldn’t ruin one of his closest friendships over you, so he puts his pride aside and accepts the call. it doesn’t make it any easier to listen to taehyun’s voice, though.

he’s zoning out, just letting taehyun ramble without really processing his words, until he hears him say your name. his full attention snaps to taehyun’s words, suddenly completely interested in whatever he has to say.

it sounds a lot like taehyun’s bragging. he’s going on and on about this light festival he took you to last night, how much you loved it, how you just adored your time there. 

beomgyu might be a maniac. he’s scared of how bad his urge is to fight taehyun, all because he got a little too hung up on you. taehyun probably has no clue you were with beomgyu just a few days ago, that you had his dick in your mouth, that you swallowed his cum and behaved so well for him. he wonders if that would piss taehyun off. he wants to do a hell of a lot more that would piss him off, too.

it’s when taehyun tells him that he kissed you for the first time yesterday that beomgyu decides he’s had enough. he really doesn’t need or want to listen to this shit. there’s an ugly and confusing feeling sprouting in his chest that he doesn’t care to foster any longer, so beomgyu makes up some excuse and tells taehyun he has to go.

he hangs up and puts his phone down on the table with more force than necessary, holding his head in his hands. he lets out a heavy sigh as he tries to summon tranquility back to him, willing away the bitter jealousy that made itself way too comfortable inside of him.

beomgyu’s not even a jealous person. he doesn’t even care. it’s your life—if you want to go make heart eyes at taehyun all day, then you can go on your merry way and do just that. it doesn’t concern him at all, seriously.

he thinks about taehyun stealing your lips for a quick kiss, and he tells himself that it only makes him feel sick because taehyun’s his friend, and thinking about your friend kissing anyone is gross. but he didn’t care when it was taehyun kissing mina. he didn’t care when it was yujin, or chaewon, or minji. he only cares cause it’s you.

you haven’t even talked to beomgyu since you left him that day. he’s been stuck replaying memories of his tongue inside your mouth, your hands on his body, your legs shaking with pleasure, your little gasps and whimpers as you came with your fingers over your cunt. he’s been dying here, and you haven’t reached out once.

it’s not like you guys talked that much before this, but he figured that maybe you’d care a little more now. he wants you to ask him to spend time with you, wants to hear your voice and touch your skin. he wants you to want him half as bad as he wants you. if he’s being really honest, he wants you to need him more than he needs you.

he pictures you in tears, clawing at your clothes, shoving your hand between your thighs as his name falls from your lips. you’d be a desperate little thing, waiting impatiently for beomgyu to come save you with his gentle touch on your bare skin. only he’d be able to give you what you need. no other man—and certainly not taehyun—would be able to satisfy you enough.

you prove yourself yet again to be the thief of his sanity, because he finds himself staring at your contact profile, thinking of what to say if he calls you. do you want to come over? ugh, no, that’s so sleazy. what are you doing? let’s hang out right now. that’s one way to make himself sound desperate. he doesn’t want to stoop quite that low.

his fantasies of you are just going to get worse and torment him more if he doesn’t grow a pair and call you. maybe he could do something productive with all this pent up energy instead. go to the gym, hang with some friends, get some work done…

his leg bounces rapidly as his phone rings, waiting for you to pick up. to hell with productivity, you’re more important.

“hello?” the second your voice reaches beomgyu’s ears, his cock throbs in his pants. you’ve got him conditioned like some animal. he doesn’t have it in him to feel humiliated by that, but he knows he should be.

when your name spills from beomgyu’s lips, it sounds absurdly close to something like a moan. he holds his head in his hands, exhausted and frustrated, unable to take this anymore. it’s disgusting how much of beomgyu’s energy is being used toward not fisting his cock right now. just knowing you're on the other end is enough to get him going. fuck, he hopes you’re all hot and bothered too.

“are you doing anything right now?” beomgyu asks. he knows you’re smart enough to understand why he’s asking. he shouldn’t have to elaborate.

“not really,” you answer. he hears you shuffling around—you must be getting ready to head out. he likes to think that you’re just as excited and ready to jump at the opportunity to be with him as he is with you. “why?” you ask.

are you serious? he’s not going to spell it out for you. “you know why,” he says. he can’t sit still now, itching to get his hands on you. he paces around his apartment and convinces himself you’ll be here soon.

“i can’t,” you say, and it makes beomgyu freeze. “i’m going to see taehyun tonight.”

beomgyu’s quiet as he processes your words. this is probably some test from the universe to see how good of a person he is. he should laugh it off and tell you to go have fun, but seriously? you fucking saw taehyun yesterday! it’s been days since beomgyu last saw you! so no, beomgyu’s not going to be a good person. the universe can condemn him to however many eternities in hell it pleases. he’ll take his twenty minutes with you.

“don’t,” he urges. “don’t see him. come here tonight instead.” you wouldn’t have half as much fun with taehyun as you would with him, beomgyu knows it. he’s got so much to show you. frankly, at this point it’s going to ruin his pride if you choose taehyun again.

“i just texted him though.”

“i don’t care. please come here.” he’s reduced to having to beg for you again.

you sigh. you must be contemplating it. beomgyu worries for a second that he’s going to have a heart attack if you say no.

“alright. this is the only time i’m cancelling plans for you, though.” beomgyu feels his soul return to his body. god, he needs you to hurry up and get here.

the minutes spent waiting for you might as well have been hours. his dick is fully hard just from the anticipation of getting you to himself again, of being able to touch you in ways no one else has. the moment he hears you open the door to his place, he’s bolting to you and getting his fix. you barely even get to shut the door behind you before he’s on you like some fiend. he’s got no time to waste.

you look surprised when he captures your face in his hands, kissing you so hard that your body’s forced back against the door. he sucks at your lips like it will be enough to erase taehyun’s traces from them, to replace any memory of what his lips felt like on yours. you moan into beomgyu’s mouth, and it only makes his wanting worse.

“fuck,” he growls out, pulling away only long enough to talk. he kisses you again quickly. “i need you right now. i need you all the time.” he dives right back in, coaxing your lips open and forcing his tongue inside. he wants to burn his name inside your mouth and keep anyone else from kissing you again.

he’s not in control of himself, letting his instincts take over and throwing rationale to the wind. he leaves one hand on your jaw to keep your mouth open and pliant while the other travels down to squeeze your hip and run wildly across your thigh. you’re wearing another one of those stupidly short skirts, giving him the easiest access to your core. it’s like you wanted this just as badly as him. the thought makes his lips tilt up in amusement.

you jump when beomgyu’s hand cups your core over your panties, pressing his fingertips against you needily. “gyu..!” you sound scandalized, like he’s taking things further than you expected, like you didn’t know he’s been dying to feel your cunt in his hands. you must be lying to yourself if you really think that. beomgyu’s been making his intentions more than clear.

you bring your hand to his wrist, holding it but not pulling it away. beomgyu takes that as a sign to keep going, continuing to rub against your clothed folds. he brings his mouth to your jaw, sucking the skin and trailing his lips down to your neck. he’s been waiting for so long to feel your pussy, even just touching you through your panties is getting him lightheaded.

you’d think he’s a sick freak if you knew how much he thought about you. you’d run away if you found out what kinds of things he fantasized about when he can’t fall asleep at night. he’d try everything, play around with your body as he pleases, work you past your breaking point, leave you ruined for anyone else forever—anything he could possibly do, he wants to.

his tongue laves over your skin as he pants into your neck. he has to keep himself from rutting against your thigh, getting too heady at the feeling of finally touching you. he’s been so patient. he’ll show you everything, you’ll never want to leave his side again. he’ll turn you into something more desperate than himself, make sure you’re the one left haunted and longing. the idea of it all makes him whimper, dick aching in his pants.

he wants to see your knees buckle, wants to watch your eyes get glossy and wet. he wants you trembling and begging for mercy, wants to give you more and more because he knows that you’ll be good and take it. he’s sick, he can’t help it, you did this to him.

he feels your panties dampen up, and some evil sense of satisfaction hits him knowing that he did this to you. you cancelled your plans with taehyun to get your virgin pussy played with by him. something like a power rush gets to him, and it makes him want to wreck you all the more.

“how is it, baby?” he asks, smiling meanly at you because he knows you can’t give a proper response. he presses down on your clit, watching your mouth drop open as he swipes it fervently, needing to get you dripping and ready. he steals your lips for another kiss, letting you pant into his mouth as he takes everything he wants from you.

he holds your hip still when your legs start getting unsteady. he thinks it’s so cute how you’re already wobbling—you really are that inexperienced. it’s so entertaining to watch you fall apart over something so simple. he wishes taehyun could see you now, getting beomgyu’s hand all wet and giving him all your little gasps and mewls.

he wants to rip his hand away and watch you cry, but he thinks that might be too mean. he’s got something better to show you, though. he can’t rip his hands or lips off of you as he walks you into his room, coaxing you down against his bed until he’s hovering over you.

he’s reminded of the last time you two were in this position, when you left him to go straight to taehyun. did he know that you were just with beomgyu that night? that your hand was wrapped around his dick, that you were so eager to milk him dry? he’ll make sure you don’t head straight to taehyun again.

he holds your legs open, staring at your center with a wicked grin. your skirt is useless—it covers nothing when you’re spread out like this, soaked panties on full display. he wants those as a keepsake. he might be able to pocket them if he’s discrete and you’re delirious enough.

his stomach is in knots, he almost can’t believe this. he feels the way your legs keep shaking in his hands, and he knows you must be feeling so needy. you don’t even know what to do with yourself. your hips roll up, trying to seek pleasure that isn’t there, and it almost makes him want to keep you like this until you go crazy. it wouldn’t take long, you’re already whimpering and whining like you can’t handle a minute without his touch.

“let me go down on you,” beomgyu says, dropping his head between your thighs. he kisses up your leg until he gets to your core, ghosting his lips over your heat and blinking up at you. you’re holding yourself up on your elbows so you can stare at him, and he smiles up at you reassuringly when he sees how unsure you look.

he eases his hands up and down your thighs, calming your nerves. he has to remember that this is all so new to you. as much as he wants to go wild and do everything the way he wants, he needs to make sure you’re comfortable. he wants you to be all in on this too.

“how does it feel?” you ask, something in your voice sounding a little shaky. “i mean, i just heard from my friends that it’s not even… that good. for a girl, anyway.”

beomgyu laughs at your nervous rambling. he gives a gentle kiss to your thigh again and rubs his thumbs soothingly across your skin. “it will feel good,” he says.

you look away meekly. it’s sweet how shy you get, but beomgyu is very needy and wants your attention back on him. he kisses your clothed cunt just barely, so lightly that he’s not even sure you feel it. your eyes are back on him, though, so he supposes it worked. he runs his finger gently over your folds, waiting for you to tell him to go further.

“wouldn’t it be wrong?” you ask. your body jolts a bit when he applies some pressure to your clit.

“why?” beomgyu doesn’t see why you think it’s fine to give him head, but he can’t do the same for you.

“cause of taehyun,” you answer, voice dying out at the end. any sort of amusement leaves beomgyu in a heartbeat.

“he’d probably care a hell of a lot more if he found out about you sucking my dick and jerking me off.” his fingers get a little angrier against your cunt, dipping down to push at your entrance through your panties. your eyes widen, thighs clamping shut. all it does is trap his hand right where it is, though. 

“t-that was cause i was learning!” you defend. beomgyu draws his hand back and studies your face. he’s trying to see if you really don’t want this or if you’re just being difficult.

“so why’d you come over then?” he asks.

that seems to shut you up. you stare at him all guilty, no answer even attempting to leave your lips.

“that’s what i thought,” beomgyu continues, hand creeping back up your thigh. “will you let me eat you out now?”

your thighs stay pressed together, and beomgyu thinks it’s so cute. you must be embarrassed now. he feels a little bad for you.

“i’m sorry,” he says, a gentle hand on your shoulder guiding you to lay flat against the mattress. “i’m sorry, that was mean.” he pecks your cheek in apology, then looks back at you with a smile. he peppers a few more kisses across your face for good measure.

beomgyu grins when you open your legs back up a little, making room for him. he steals a quick kiss from you before descending down your body, stopping every now and then to nibble at your collarbone, push up your shirt and lick at your waist, suck a mark into your thigh.

his hands sneak under your skirt to find the hem of your panties, tugging at them slightly. “can i take this off?” he asks, watching you blink sweetly at him. you nod eagerly, and it makes his heart skip a beat for some reason.

he peels your panties off slowly, but it feels more like he’s teasing himself than he is you. his head is spinning as soon as he sees your cunt, hands forcing your legs further apart so he can get a better view. he’s salivating like a dog, abandoning all his patience and smothering his face between your legs without a care in the world.

he’s already thrusting against the mattress, he can’t help himself, he doesn’t care how pathetic it is. his tongue is desperate as it works over you, slobbering over your cunt as you writhe and squeal beneath him. he keeps a strong grip on your thighs, not letting you dare try to close them even a little. you’re gasping and lacing your fingers in his hair, motivating him with every little tug you deliver.

“you’re going—nngh, gyu! fuck! going really fast..!” you cry out. he feels how much you’re shaking already, even your hand is unsteady against his scalp. it just turns him on so much fucking more, though. he needs to see you ruined, see how far he can push you.

his tongue pushes into your tight little hole, and his eyes almost roll back from how much resistance he’s met with. fuck, you really are inexperienced. he can’t imagine how he’ll even fit his fingers in there, let alone his dick.

his nose is right against your clit as he fucks his tongue into you. you’re moaning out much whinier than he’s heard from you before, and it does crazy things to him. he wants to fuck you so bad. he’d ram his dick into you, relentless and mean, and you’d take it so well because you’re so wet and so good to him.

he has to make you cum, he needs to feel you fall apart over his tongue. shit—you’ve never even had a guy make you cum before, he’s gonna be the first. the thought fuels him further, doubling his efforts, fingers digging into your skin to keep you still. he feels your walls start clenching down on his tongue, and he wonders how much more it will take before you’re spasming wildly around him.

he pushes his face further against you, desperate to get as close as he possibly can, reach as far into your cunt as his tongue will allow. he needs this more than he needs air, aching to finally taste your orgasm after days of longing for it.

“oh my god, gyu—gyu! i’m..!” you can’t even form coherent sentences, and your words are barely decipherable with how high pitched and whiny they are. you're putting up a hell of a fight against his hold on your thighs, but he doesn’t give. he moans into your pussy once he feels your cunt clamp down on his tongue like a vice, trapping him in so all he can do is curl his tongue up inside you. you’re squirming beneath him, sounding so beautiful and pathetic that he almost cums in his pants.

he only stops once you’re pulling hard at his hair, forcing his head off of you before he can overstimulate you any more. he pulls away panting, catching his breath and licking his lips, staring at your cunt like he’s entranced. the way your arousal still leaks from your entrance is teasing him, making his brain get all foggy.

he has to pull himself away before he gets too ahead of himself and dives into you again. he hovers over your, smiling at how fucked out you look. pride fills his chest knowing that he did this to you. your hand falls onto his shoulder, trailing up his neck and landing on his jaw, cupping his face gently. he decides to kiss you then, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. you must have used up a lot of energy when you came, cause your lips move against his much slower than before.

beomgyu’s still just as needy, though, dick throbbing almost painfully in his pants as he grinds against your thigh. he wishes he had some shame, but that left him the moment you let him take off your panties. he pulls away from your mouth to suck your neck instead, unable to control himself, barely able to cling onto reality right now at all.

“not too hard, don’t mark me there,” you say, trying to pull his face away. he doesn’t even really register your words, too far off in his own world in which you’re some pretty little virgin lying on his bed waiting for him to fuck you.

he just wants to get you all cute and bruised, purple hues all over your body from his mouth or his fingers gripping you tight. you’d never be able to go back to taehyun like that. you’d have to stay right here with beomgyu, be his pretty little toy to use whenever he wants to get you wet and pliant.

you successfully tug him off of you when you pull his hair particularly hard. he pouts at you, finally coming back to reality as he watches your eyes dart across his face. he wonders what you must be searching for.

“how was it?” he asks.

“really good,” you say with an innocent smile that doesn’t match the situation.

“told you,” he laughs, tugging you up and moving you around until you’re sitting in his lap, your back to his chest.

“what are you doing?” you look over your shoulder, eyes big and shiny, and it’s almost like you’re tempting him to kiss you again. he rolls his hips up and grinds against your ass, pulling a gasp from you.

“can’t i get off too?” he asks with a grin, guiding your head back to lean against his shoulder, wanting you to get comfortable. his hands smooth up your thighs and stop at your hips, holding you tight there to keep you in place while he thrusts against you.

he’s obsessed with this, could stay in this moment forever with you. some domestic feeling comes over him, something that urges him to keep you happy, keep you feeling like this all the time. his hands get greedy on your thighs, drawing closer and closer to your core, wanting to feel your heat once again.

he brings a gentle hand to your center, spreading your folds and collecting your arousal. you sigh dreamily, tucking your face into his neck. he feels your lashes flutter as your eyes close, and he wants nothing more than to please you again. he brings his fingers to your clit, rubbing soft circles there, carefully watching your face.

you look so peaceful like this. his heart is aching now and he doesn’t know why. you’re painfully beautiful. why can’t this last forever?

he wraps an arm around your waist, pressing you right into him so he can grind against you deliciously. he moans at the feeling, hastening his pace as he chases his high with more determination. his fingers tease your entrance, wondering what you’d do if he just pushed in a little, only up to his first knuckle. he doesn’t, though, because he wants you to trust him.

“a-are you close?” you ask, hand reaching blindly behind you until it tangles in his hair. he pecks your nose, finding you awfully cute like this.

“yeah. are you?” he returns his attention to your clit, rubbing a little more wildly now. you let out a strangled moan as you nod. he watches your stomach clench and your hips roll. he’s so greedy; he wants to pull away just to keep you here a little longer. anything to keep you from leaving.

his hips work harder against you, blinded by the need to make you his and take you from anyone else. you're twitching uncontrollably, and he realizes that you’re cumming again, which satisfies him so much that he crashes right into his own orgasm. his arm fastens around you tighter, pressing himself as close to you as he can while his seed spills out of his cock.

“so good, so good,” he babbles, fingers flying over your clit, not listening to your protests and whines. he can’t let you go. he doesn’t want this to end.

“too much!” you gasp out, body defenseless to his ministrations. he hushes you with a kiss to your forehead.

“don’t leave yet,” he begs. “there’s still more i wanna do.” he’s selfish, he won’t hide it. he’ll wear his desperation on his sleeve now if that’s what will work.

“gyu!” he doesn’t even know if you’re registering his words. you might be too busy running away from the next orgasm he’s trying to bring you to. he feels how you keep getting wetter—you’re soaking his hand, dripping down your thighs.

“could show you so much,” he rambles, letting his mouth run wild. “i have some vibes we could use. those feel nice, you’d like those. i could get my fingers in you, stretch you out. whatever you want.”

you’re a mess of moans, and your body’s trembling more than he’s ever felt before. you must be getting close again.

“could teach you how to take dick,” he says into your ear, grinning when he feels you shudder. his fingers continue to rub recklessly at your pussy. he doesn’t care about being sweet or gentle or slow—he wants you to be blinded by your need for him, to ache for him so bad you’d shed tears.

“ah, fuck—i’m cumming!” you moan, body going limp as you finally succumb to the feeling. beomgyu feels so proud.

“good job, fuck, just like that. what a good pussy, so perfect,” he praises, words falling past his lips without a thought in the world. he wonders if you’ll be worn down enough to spend the night with him. that’s much more than he should be asking for, but he wants it just as badly as anything else he wants from you.

he finally lets up once you come down, smoothing your skirt back into place. you look so tired as your chest heaves, getting your breathing back to normal. he thinks you’re pretty like this, too.

“do you wanna sleep here?” beomgyu offers, testing his luck. he’s summoning any spirit that wants to be on his side today, chanting prayers in his head that you’ll give in without him having to beg.

you blink up at him slowly. god, you’re already falling asleep. he’s not letting you walk back home like this.

“i shouldn’t…” you say, but you’re already lying back against his mattress. he grins at you and pulls a blanket over your body.

“yeah, you shouldn’t,” he teases. your eyes flutter shut, and he almost wants to take a picture of this. “i’ll get you some water,” he says quietly, walking out of the room to do just that.

he comes back to your sleeping figure, slow breaths filling the room as he places your cup on his nightstand. he might have to buy some lottery tickets tomorrow, he’s feeling insanely lucky.

he changes out of his soiled boxers and sweatpants, quickly throwing on new ones so he can hurry up and lay with you. before he can get in bed beside you, he spots your panties on the floor. he looks back at you, making sure you’re asleep before bending down and swiping them up. he wonders if you’ll believe him tomorrow morning when he says you must’ve lost them.

this is unedited so plz excuse any errors lmfao