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fairyniceyeah · 26 days ago

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💎🐕I can't breathe

Title from HOT (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: Mingyu couldn’t breathe. His lungs filled with hot air but he couldn’t catch his breath.

CW: emeto, panic

Whumpee/Sickie: Mingyu Caretaker: Wonwoo + Seungcheol/S.Coups + Joshua

“I think I already sweated off all my makeup again”, Seungkwan groaned and flopped onto the couch next to Mingyu. Mingyu winced at the motion, the couch not seeming as stable as it should be. And why was Seungkwan so close? He just said it was hot.

“Maybe you will be a clown by the end of the performance”, Jeonghan teased. Seungkwan half-heartedly threw a couch cushion at him. It was as if even the pillow wasn’t interested in movement, flying in a small curve and then just falling straight to the ground far away from its intended target.

“Why are we doing a pillow fight when it’s like fourty fucking degrees outside?”, Woozi grumbled, tugging at his jean jacket.

“I’ll do you one better: Why is it fourty fucking degrees outside?”, Dino complained. “Hey, Seungkwannie-hyung, that’s my fan.”

“Not anymore. If you want it, come get it.”

Dino didn’t even think about moving, just flopping back down onto a chair.

“Well, apparently German summers are hot”, Seungcheol said, walking inside with his own jean jacket slung over his shoulder. Mingyu knew instinctively that the jacket wouldn’t last their first song.

Mingyu groaned. For a whole minute he had forgotten the reason why they were here - sweating to death - with all the bickering. But yeah, they were in Germany. They had about an hour left until their stage. Their first stage at Lollapalooza Berlin. Their first stage at Lollapalooza in general. And their first time headlining it.

It wasn’t that he was nervous per say. But they had never performed in front of German Carats before - and he had heard rumors that there were Carats from all over Europe there. They had just made their debut in Europe at Glastonbury and now they were back again.

Somehow his nerves were melting along with his body and his members.

“No shit, Sherlock”, Jeonghan grumbled. “At least you can take your jacket off.”

“Nobody is stopping you, Hannie”, Seungcheol said with a shrug.

“I’m wearing white, genius”, Jeonghan said, “I want to go out with a bang on my last stage but that doesn’t mean I want to flash Carats once it becomes see through with sweat. They won’t survive that so shortly before…”

Mingyu closed his eyes, trying to drown the resulting arguing out. He was hot. He was sweaty. He was supposed to stand in front of one of their biggest crowds yet, in less than an hour. He was going to perform in front of so many expecting Carats, Carats who likely only had this one chance at seeing them. He couldn’t fuck this up.

He couldn’t …

He couldn’t breathe. His lungs filled with hot air but he couldn’t catch his breath.

He couldn’t …

💎

“Mingyu-yah, you okay?”, Joshua suddenly asked, appearing from beside him, a hand on Mingyu’s shoulder.

He jerked under the unexpected touch but quickly opened his eyes and nodded. “I’m just hot”, he mumbled.

“That’s what you are supposed to be - according to Carats”, Hoshi quipped. Seokmin obnoxiously started singing the refrain to Hot on top of his lungs. He shut up abruptly with a pained yelp. Mingyu had no idea what had happened but he was thankful.

“Oh, fuck off, hyung”, Mingyu replied, glaring at him. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

Hoshi didn’t seem to get the memo. “I mean, just imagine them going crazy all over your sweat soaked body. Not everybody can get that reaction out of people.”

“Carats will definitely appreciate those muscles. I still don’t get how you and Jihoonie-hyung lift the same weights at the gym”, Seungkwan added mischievously. Mingyu closed his eyes again.

There was the sound of a smack and a protesting sound from Seungkwan. Apparently not only was Mingyu offended, so was Woozi - though for a totally different reason.

It was all in good fun, of course, but still Mingyu felt himself flush. It wasn’t like he didn’t know he was attractive and a fan favourite. But that was never an easy title, seeing other members stare at their phone screens waiting for photos and videos to get more likes and never getting as much as him. He hated it.

And right now he didn’t have the patience. He didn’t want to be teased. He just felt … grumpy.

“You wish you could do that”, he hissed towards Seungkwan and stood up, ignoring the headrush. He pushed past the other members, looking straight ahead so he could ignore their surprised looks. Mingyu didn’t know why he was so sensitive right now, so irritated. But he didn’t want to stay in that hot room, being the butt of a joke yet again.

💎

Outside in the coolish hallway he leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath and wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans.

“That wasn’t very nice”, a deep voice commented. Mingyu didn’t need to look to the side to see who had followed him, mirroring his position against the wall.

Still he turned his head towards Wonwoo who was mustering him with something akin to worry in his eyes. “What’s up?”

Mingyu wanted to say that it was nothing. That he was overreacting.

But the truth spilled from his lips: “It’s fucking hot. I don’t want to get teased again and again. I know they don’t mean any harm. But I’m already on edge. We’re about to headline one of the biggest festivals in the world. We’re about to perform in front of - hopefully - a lot of Carats who have never seen us live and might never get the chance to again. They are expecting so much, I am sure. There are going to be thousands of people who just watched OneRepublic, Louis Tomlinson and Niall Horan and … what if we fuck up K-Pop for every Lollapalooza festival because nobody wants to see us? What if I make a mistake? What if something goes wrong? What if ….”

As he kept talking Mingyu noticed how everything was swimming around him and his stomach started to feel off. His breath was … “Hyung, I can’t breathe!”

“You’re panicking”, Wonwoo replied, far too calm. He came to step closer to Mingyu, taking his hands in his. Mingyu wanted to reply something witty like ‘I noticed’ but he couldn’t. All that came out was a choked sob.

Wonwoo gently pulled him into his arms, a strong hand coming to rest on his back. “Shh, it’s okay”, his best friend gently whispered into his ear, “you’re okay. Everything will be okay. You’ll do great - as always.”

Mingyu wanted to believe him. Wanted to take a deep breath, nod and agree. But fear was gripping his chest like a vice.

His chest … and his stomach.

“Hyung”, he whimpered, suppressing the sudden urge to gag, “I feel sick.”

“Oh, baby”, Wonwoo mumbled, pulling away to look at him with a worried frown, “do you think you’re gonna throw up?”

Mingyu wanted to answer but he wasn’t sure that all that would come out would be words. So he just pressed his lips shut and nodded. He didn’t know how everything had escalated in such a short time but that wasn’t the pressing issue right now. He just … he clung to Wonwoo, trusting his best friend completely. He was too disoriented, too breathless, too overwhelmed to do anything else.

💎

In any other situation Mingyu might have laughed at the expressions on his members' faces as Wonwoo pulled him back into the waiting room. The bathrooms were pretty far away and neither of them had wanted Mingyu to puke on the floor of the hallway.

So a trash can in the waiting room probably was the best and only choice. Even if it was humiliating to vomit in front of the whole team due to … whatever this was.

Wonwoo managed to help him kneel in front of the impromptu puke bucket just in time. The first gag was painful and very loud. Yet not loud enough to drown out the indignant squeak from Seungkwan, the curse from Jeonghan as he ordered emetophobic Seokmin and Vernon out of the room and the “dude, really?” from Woozi (and the following squeak as somebody slapped him).

Mingyu wanted to reply, apologize, do anything but kneel hopelessly over a bucket in a waiting room not even an hour before their stage started, puking his guts out. But here he was. Another gag seized him and more hot vomit shot into his mouth, the taste awful and sour. He spat it out, coughing harshly and gasping for air. Cold sweat was dripping down his face and he was shivering, hot and cold at the same time.

“What happened?”, Seungcheol asked, standing apparently much closer than Mingyu remembered him being. “What’s wrong with him? He can't be having a heatstroke already, right?”

Their leader sounded a mix of panicked - worried for his dongsaeng and their stage. Mingyu swallowed. He was feeling so hot now, sweat dripping everywhere. Gosh, he hoped he wasn’t overheated. That would be awful. He did not want to be the one explaining that the management and how would the Carats react?

Another lurch of his stomach and Mingyu retched again, wincing at the sound of liquid hitting liquid. He swallowed harshly but it didn’t help much.

Wonwoo, a hand rubbing small circles between Mingyu’s shoulder blades, sighed. “He’s nervous.”

Could it be …? In all the hectic of the sudden irritation and swirling thoughts Mingyu hadn’t even thought much further than “I’m gonna puke”. Anxiety over the stage making him feel sick? That made a sick - he hated that pun - sort of sense. It wouldn’t be the first time and he feared it wouldn’t be the last time either.

“You could put it a bit … more dramatic”, Mingyu groaned, wiping his mouth. Being nervous sounded very bad. Having a panic attack due to stage fright sounded … a bit better. At least not as pathetic.

Seungcheol patted his shoulder in sympathy. Their leader had had his fair share of panic before stages before and he certainly - it was an open secret in the group - had thrown up before stages too.

“Are you done?”, Wonwoo asked gently and Mingyu nodded, slumping back to rest against Wonwoo’s legs, head lolling against the older’s thigh. He lifted his hand to wipe his mouth but a hand on his wrist stopped him.

“Don’t”, Joshua - where had he come from so suddenly? - said with a gentle smile, holding out a cloth. “Use this.”

Upon further inspection Mingyu realised that it was one of the bandanas the stylists had given some of them to go with their denim outfits.

“Noona will kill me if I dirty it”, Mingyu mumbled.

“Nah. She likes me and I will tell her it was for a good cause. Besides, I was ogling that one belt earlier and do me a favor and give me a reason to wear that instead”, Joshua explained and - impatiently - wiped Mingyu’s mouth himself with it.

Mingyu rolled his eyes and coughed, taking the cloth from his hyung’s hand. He didn’t want to be babied right now. Not when they had a stage soon.

“Will you be okay?”, Seungcheol asked and crouched down next to Mingyu. Neither of the three of them missed the way he winced as he bent his knee but they knew better than to point it out.

“I … yeah”, Mingyu mumbled. “I just need to drink something and then we can kill the stage.”

“That’s the spirit”, Wonwoo replied, patting his shoulder.

And as Mingyu stepped out onto the stage, surrounded by his members, and in front of thousands of screaming and happy Carats, singing along to all their songs and cheering them on, he realised he had never had needed to be nervous at all.

Carats loved them.

Notes: I know this isn't my best work and I probably could have improved it a bit with time but I hope you like it anyways. I just wanted to post something again and so I managed to at least write about Lollapalooza (which I miss terribly). Also, yeah, it was fucking hot there. I think I told you before but my tongue literally got stuck on the ice cream due to the temperature difference and I'm telling you it was bloody- pun intended - awful. But SEVENTEEN killed it and I am so happy I can rewatch it again and again!

Masterlist links: Fairy's Masterlist 2024 Fairy's Masterlist 2025 Fairy's Masterlist - SEVENTEEN

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fairyniceyeah · 2 months ago

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💎🐢 I need you

Title from Two Minus One (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: It's Seokmin's and Vernon's birthday - a day for celebration. Instead Vernon spends it feeling miserable, throwing up with the stomach flu.

CW: emeto

Sickie: Vernon/Hansol Caretakers: S.Coups/Seungcheol + Joshua + Seokmin/DK

“Wake up, Hansollie”, a voice sang into his ear. “Happy Birthday!”

Vernon blinked his eyes open just in time for a heavy weight to land itself on him, cuddling him tightly. Seokmin - his mind supplied. Ever since they had found out about their birthdays being on the same day a year apart, Seokmin had been so excited for that day to come around every year.

It was tradition now for Seokmin to come into his room early in the morning to cuddle Vernon - who really hated getting up directly after waking up - awake and into getting up. All the while the rest of the room’s occupants - Jun, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Minghao and Dino - would leave to prepare things. Seokmin seldom was successful though and it always ended up with the rest of the members streaming into the room, carrying cake and singing. Vernon didn’t mind at all - it was really sweet of them.

“Happy Birthday, hyung”, he whispered to Seokmin, wrapping his arms around the older and closing his eyes again. He was still so tired - apparently he had even slept through the other members leaving the room earlier. It was no wonder really though. Their schedules had picked up a lot after debuting and Vernon had been struggling all day yesterday already, sleepy and ready to be in dreamland for a full night straight.

Sadly the ten hours he must have gotten at least didn’t stop the tiredness and lethargy. If anything, he felt worse. There was a slight pain in his head and his stomach felt … weird. Unsettled.

Well, he hadn’t eaten in a long time - it was probably just that.

“Don’t fall back asleep, kiddo”, Seokmin said with a small laugh, peppering Vernon’s face with kisses. “The others are …”

It was then that the door opened and as Vernon tried to adjust his eyes to the bright light that was suddenly flooding the room. All the members were wearing party hats with turtles on them, smiling brightly and singing ‘Happy Birthday’ on top of their lungs which sounded pretty bad considering they were all idols. Hoshi and Woozi were both carrying a cake each.

Once the awkwardness of listening to the others' singing (which was only made better by Seokmin holding him tightly) had passed, Seungcheol sat down on the bed beside them. “Happy Birthday, you two”, he said, wrapping both of them into his strong arms.

Vernon sighed and rested his head against the leader’s shoulder. He appreciated what the others did for them a lot, he truly did, but all he wanted to do was fall back asleep. Now that he was a bit more awake Vernon realized that his stomach really was angry. It was rolling inside him and there was the uncomfortable heat of nausea all over his body. It was hard to swallow and his throat felt weird.

Oh, God, please, no. Vernon did not want to be sick on his birthday. Not on his eighteenth birthday.

Remembering back to all the coming of age birthdays Vernon was sure the members had something special planned and he did not want it to go to waste.

So he pretended. Normally he was the first one to speak up about feeling unwell, hating sickness with a passion and wanting a hyung by his side, but he couldn’t do that now. He didn’t want to be sick, not on his birthday. The day was supposed to be special and filled with happiness and laughter.

But all Vernon felt was sick.

He endured all members hugging and cuddling him, some ruffling his hair or kissing his forehead.

It was then that Seungcheol dropped the bomb: “I negotiated with the managers. We all have a free day except for your birthday v-lives.”

Cheers broke out, members falling into each other's arms and Hoshi even nearly dropping the cake when he tried to hug Seungkwan in happiness only to get scolded by Woozi. Vernon felt relief flood his body. He wouldn’t have to work today - except for the half-hour v-live. It did not get better than this.

Unceremoniously, Vernon let himself fall backwards into his bedsheets. Seokmin giggled, tickling Vernon’s stomach. “Don’t sleep when we have a whole day just for us”, he complained, laughing.

Vernon couldn’t help but laugh as well. He was incredibly ticklish which the rest of the members found very cute and loved to take advantage of. Right now though? It was the worst thing that could happen to him. His stomach contracted as he laughed causing his stomach contents, unhappy with staying inside of him, to rise up his throat.

💎

It was his last resolve crumbling.

“Hyung, stop, I’m going to …”, he said, hoping that Seokmin would get the message. Before Seokmin even had a chance to react, Vernon gagged harshly and twisted to his side.

His nausea boiled over and hot vomit sprayed from Vernon’s mouth, splattering on the floor in front of Seungcheol’s feet. At the disgusting sound of his wretching and the brown liquid hitting the floor, the room seemed to freeze.

Vernon was vaguely aware of Seokmin scooting away but all he could really focus on was the next torrent of sick that forced its way out of his mouth and into the rapidly growing puddle by his bedside. A hand came to rest on his shoulder, another combing his sweat soaked hair from his face, and Vernon threw up again and again.

It seemed like hours later that he was finally able to stop turning himself inside out. Opening his eyes, having closed them when the sight of vomit became too much, Vernon found the room empty. Only two figures were still with him, sitting on the bed in such a position that Vernon at first wasn’t sure who it was.

Tears spilled over his hot cheeks as Vernon realized what had happened. He had thrown up - not only onto the floor but also with all his members watching. It was so embarrassing and he still felt awful.

“Oh, Nonie”, a voice cooed and then Vernon was wrapped in a warm hug, comforting strong arms holding him against the chest of the person. Vernon sobbed, his emotion too big for him at the moment - something Jun always said when Vernon was overwhelmed. The person was holding Vernon tightly and another was rubbing his back in comforting circles until the young raper managed to calm down.

Breathing deeply, Vernon only then realized that the person holding him was his leader, Seungcheol’s familiar perfume penetrating his muddled senses and comforting him. He nuzzled his head under Seungcheol’s chin, happy to stay where he was. He felt unwell, his stomach upset in a way he knew he would need to be sick again at one point and his whole body wrecked with chills. But being safe in Seungcheol’s arms was drowning out the uncomfortableness.

“Are you feeling better now that you got that out?”, Joshua asked behind him, voice gentle and unassuming. Vernon was glad to have the other American with him, his connection to his Shua-hyung very special and comforting. He always wanted Joshua with him when sick.

With a slight whimper, Vernon shook his head.

He just felt awful.

Why did it have to be today? There were 364 other days in the year and he had to wake up puking on this one?

“I’m sorry, hyungs”, he mumbled, his stomach twisting as he looked at the mess below him. Vomit was pooling on the floor, soaking into his bed sheets and, gross, some was even on his sleep shirt.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, baby”, Seungcheol said, brushing back his sweat-soaked hair, “you’re sick. It happens. It just sucks it’s today.”

Joshua lifted his hand to Vernon’s forehead and he nuzzled into it. It soothed his hot skin.

“You’re burning up”, Joshua mumbled, “we need to get …”

💎

But Vernon couldn’t listen anymore. Another wave of nausea crashed over him.

"Hyung", he gasped out, bringing a hand to his mouth, struggling to get up.

"Can you make it to the bathroom?", Joshua asked, radiating his usual calmness. Vernon nodded. He wasn't sure, but he sure as hell was gonna try. So he let Joshua help him up and hurry him to the door across the hall.

Vernon mentally thanked every deity he knew that the bathroom was so close. However, the toilet was way too far, he realized, and pulled Joshua towards the sink with him. The second they reached it, he was throwing up again. He saw the half digested noodles from dinner coming up, splattering into the porcelaine, and he had to close his eyes. Joshua just opened the tap and let the water wash away the sick. The man was a heaven-sent. He held his dongsaeng’s hair away from his eyes and rubbed his stomach, while pressing Vernon's back against his front to keep him upright. Between his heaving and sobbing Vernon was able to hear his hyung whisper soothing nothingness in his ear.

Once he was done, he sunk back against Joshua, trusting the other to keep him upright. Gently Joshua pulled him over to sit down on the closed toilet lid. Vernon leaned forward, wrapping his arms around his hurting stomach. Joshua moved away and before he was aware of it, Vernon let out a whining sound. Joshua chuckled lightly. "I'll be back soon, okay?", he promised, "I'll just get a wet flannel and some new clothing. Cheollie is getting your room cleaned up. We thought you might get too overwhelmed with all of us fussing over you." Vernon nodded, thankful.

He blinked and Joshua was already back, holding a fresh t-shirt and boxers in one hand, a flannel in the other. Gently he wiped the flannel across Vernon's face. He relished the cool sensation against his hot skin. He opened his eyes, which he hadn't noticed had slipped shut, when he felt a slight tugging on his hair.

"Sorry", Joshua whispered and smiled at him, "you have a bit of sick in your hair. I'm just cleaning it off."

Vernon nodded, trying to ignore how vomit had gotten even there. He shivered. Damn fever. "Arms up", Joshua commanded and helped him change his shirt. Then he lifted Vernon to his feet and held him steady as he put on the new pair of boxers. He did feel better now, that he was cleaner and not completely soaked in sweat.

"Let me take your temperature?", Joshua asked, though in a voice that didn't give him a choice. How he suddenly had a thermometer, Vernon wasn't sure. He might be losing some time. He opened his mouth and Joshua put the cool metal inside. But Vernon had to pull away as soon as it touched his tongue, gagging.

"Fuck", he mumbled, tears again in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, baby, but I need to know your temperature", Joshua said. In the end it took them five tries and Joshua had to hold Vernon' hand to keep him from pulling away. "38.9°C, that’s, uh, 102.0°F", Joshua read. "No wonder you feel so shitty. Do you think you can try to keep down some medicine?"

"'m not even sure I could keep down water."

"Okay, you don't have to."

"You wanna go back to bed?", Joshua asked after a moment. "Everything is clean again, I just went to check with Cheollie"

"Huh?", Vernon asked, bemused.

"Oh, love", Joshua said, stroking his back. "You didn't notice that I was gone just now, did you?"

Vernon shook his head. Fevers more often than not hit him hard and he often forgot things due to them, so he wasn't particularly worried.

"So, you wanna go back to bed?"

Vernon took stock of his body. On one hand he felt tired and shaky, the bright light of the bathroom aggravating his eyes. But on the other, more pressing hand, he still felt nauseous enough to want to be close to a toilet.

"Stay", he decided. Joshua nodded. "Let me get us some stuff, okay?"

💎

In the end, Joshua had to make two trips to bring all the stuff he thought they would need. One blanket to sit upon, one to make a maknae-burrito, multiple pillows to get comfy, some water and their phones.

First of all he finally put out the bright light, just switched on the small night light above the sink. They had bought it some time ago specifically for Woozi’s migraines, when he needed darkness, but his caretakers still needed to see. Due to the warm light the producer was able to tolerate it.

Next the singer spread out the first blanket and helped Vernon sit down on it, then wrapped the second one around him. He put the water and their phones on the ground and arranged the pillows, so that he himself had one to soften the wall he was leaning against and another one on his lap, so Vernon could lay down.

He curled into himself on Joshua’s lap, his hyung’s hand resting on his aching stomach, some of the warmth and the familiar feeling helping the tension.

They stayed that way for some time, Joshua just stroking Vernon' back, softly humming a song or talking quietly. Vernon still had to throw up a few more times, and it was as awful as always. But he was glad for the privacy, no prying if worried eyes from his members.

A few minutes later Seungcheol stuck his head into the bathroom, smiling softly at the scene in front of him. Joshua lifted his index finger to his lips in a gesture of shushing him.

Seungcheol quietly walked inside and knelt down next to them. "How is he?", he whispered. "Pretty sick. He’s been throwing up so often but he’s finally getting some rest", Joshua reported, equally quiet. Seungcheol stroked Vernon's face gently and the maknae unconsciously leaned into the touch of his leader.

"Hey, hyung", Vernon mumbled sleepingly from his position on Joshua’s lap, blinking up owlishly at Seungcheol.

"Hey, yourself", Seungcheol answered smiling. "How about we get you to bed? I already put a bucket close by and, I am really sorry, but we kinda need this bathroom. Hoshi has been denying he needs to pee for the past twenty minutes and Woozi looks ready to hit him."

Vernon giggled, able to perfectly imagine the scene in his mind - surely with Hoshi being a dancer even his potty dance would be impressive. With a glance at Joshua, Seungcheol swept up Vernon into his arms. Carefully he laid down their dongsaeng on his bed and a second later, Joshua was sitting next to his bed. "Go back to sleep", Joshua whispered and Vernon did.

"I'll clean up the bathroom", Joshua said, turning to Seungcheol, "you already had the worst of it. Stay with him." Seungcheol grimaced but nodded, already halfway in bed with his hip-hop maknae.

💎

The room was dark and the blinds closed when Vernon woke up again. He was shivering and he knew he still was feverish, but he was also thirsty. He was surprised there was nobody by his side but he also wasn’t sure what time it was. For all he knew it could be the middle of the night.

He quickly pulled on a pair of sweats and a thick pair of socks and grabbed a hoodie which he knew belonged to Jun. Then he slipped out of the room.

Seungcheol, Joshua, Wonwoo and Seokmin were sitting at the kitchen island, talking quietly.

Wonwoo saw him first and greeted him with a low: "Hey Nonie." The others all turned around and waved at him. Vernon had the whole hyung-cuddle-menue in front of him but now all he could focus on was one in particular. Stumbling forward Vernon let himself be wrapped into an embrace by Seokmin and buried his face in his neck.

"Hyung", he said or rather tried to say. Nothing much came out, except for a hoarse whisper that caused him to cough. Fantastic, apparently spending the whole morning vomiting might leave you with no voice. "Aw, love", Seokmin said, though chuckling a bit. Vernon pouted.

"Sit down", Seungcheol said gently, "you still look a bit wobbly. How are you feeling?" Vernon paused for a moment and then decided he didn't give a fuck, he was still ill so sue him, and plopped down sideways on Seokmin’s lap. He hadn’t gotten to finish cuddling him this morning and now he craved his Seokmin-hyung’s hugs. Seokmin ust laughed softly and wrapped his arms around him. Seungcheol smiled fondly at them, then raised his eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

"Cold. Bit queasy, but not nauseous anymore. Head hurts", Vernon whispered. That way one could at least understand him. "You're still a bit warm, Hansollie", Joshua mumbled, reaching out to feel his forehead, "Do you feel up to eating?"

Vernon contemplated his answer. He didn't think he was going to throw up again, but his stomach was still not happy with him. "I'll try", he finally decided, "maybe some rice?"

Wonwoo immediately got up and searched for the requested food. "At your service, kiddo. Do you want tea as well?", he asked, without turning around. Vernon nodded and nudged Seokmin. "Yes, he does. With honey?" Vernon nodded again. "With honey."

Soon Wonwoo put down a plate and Vernon's favorite mug down in front of him. Vernon grabbed the mug and cradled it in his hands, savoring the warmth.

"Let me get the thermometer just in case", Seungcheol said and disappeared into the hall.

A few minutes of Vernon half-heartedly spooning some rice to his mouth, he appeared again and handed Vernon the thermometer, who put it in his mouth. When it beeped he handed it to the nearest hyung who happened to be Wonwoo. "38.2°C”, the rapper read. "Still a bit raised, but it's a low fever."

Seungcheol handed Vernon a pill, who swallowed it without complaint.

"So, Doctor Seungcheol, what do you prescribe?", Seokmin asked, clearly only half-joking and actually hoping for their leader’s advice.

"Lots of fluids. If he behaves he may stay on the couch and watch some TV."

"I'm still here, you know", Vernon protested, rolling his eyes.

Half an hour later Seokmin (who had refused to let go of the sick maknae) and Vernon were cuddled up on the couch together. Seungcheol was sitting on the armchair and Wonwoo and Joshua were on the second couch.

After a long discussion of what to watch - it was pretty pointless, really, they all would do everything to make Vernon happy at this time so he easily won - they settled under the blankets, a bucket by Vernon’s feet just in case.

💎

"Happy birthday, kiddo", Seokmin mumbled, "we'll truly celebrate when you feel better again."

Vernon sighed and snuggled up even closer to him. But before he could even enjoy the movie, Vernon was fast asleep again.

Notes: Happy Birthday to DK and Vernon!!!

Masterlist links: Fairy's Masterlist 2024 Fairy's Masterlist 2025 Fairy's Masterlist - SEVENTEEN

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