#Dino🦖

[dadsdaugther]

sooo Dino is and has always been my travel buddy ever since I got them 🥺🦖 they’ve been to Berlin, the Faroe Islands and now Madrid and I’m so proud of themmmm🥺💖 they’ve helped me through many times where I just needed to feel smol and escape from travel stuff 🥺💖 thank you to my beloved Dino 🥺 now they’re home again so the plushie gang is reunited 🥰🦖🧸🐘

[softlysighing1804]

yeah thats not the first time they've shared this unspoken ritual

[theinkbunny]

people love me not for my looks but my extreme knowledge of dinosaurs

[verytiredmeerkat]

Necromancer who doesn’t like children finds an awkward autistic child and reanimates them a dinosaur because they would do anything for this child and dinosaurs are their special interest. Please and thank you.

[apologetic-artist]

Guys, I can't right now. I LOVE dinosaurs SO MUCH, and I LOVE the Jurassic Park/World franchise. I can't wait for season 2 of Chaos Theory, I can't wait for the 4th Jurassic World movie, I'm currently reading the book Jurassic Park, I'm over joyed. I'm so JOYOUS :3

I WANNA TALK ABOUT MY STUPID DINOSAUR OBSESSION SO BAD

(JW The Game stuff under cut)

Anyways, look at these guys in my Jurassic World game X3

They're some of my favorite lookin dinos (especially Concavenator). My dream dino in the game is Bumpy from Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory :D

Also these damn hatching times ugh

Charlie (the raptor in the middle) and Gryposuchus (the one on the right) take 7 DAYS to hatch. The other one is at least 2 days, but still >:[

[the-little-pierre]

Dino Sherly 🦖🍙

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🦖 Day 7: Borrowed hoodie

@sicktember

Summary: Dino throws up on himself during recording. But, seriously, whose hoodie is it that Jihoon gives him?

CW: emeto

Sickie: Dino/Chan Caretaker: Woozi/Jihoon

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay”, Jihoon tried to calm down the sobbing Dino. He was kneeling by the maknae’s side, one hand on his shoulder and patting it in comfort all while trying to not freak out himself.

They had been recording Dino’s lines for their new song to not much success. Maybe Jihoon had been a bit harsh but the younger really hadn’t been doing well, missing cues and messing up his notes left and right. Normally Dino never had those problems. That was why Jihoon had scheduled him at the end of the day in the first place, hoping they would breeze through it easily. Instead they had to start over and over again. So he had been confused and annoyed when the time he had planned doubled and there was no end in sight. He knew his sour mood had scared the maknae a bit but he couldn’t help it. He was hungry and tired and wanted to go home.

He had been about to suggest trying it again the next day, no sense in forcing anything if the wanted result couldn’t be reached that day, when Dino had suddenly doubled over and threw up down the front of his shirt, barely missing the microphone.

Yeah, that explained a lot. 

Jihoon had rushed into the recording booth at record speed, his annoyance turning into concern instantly and managing to help Dino squat down before his knees gave out. 

Once Dino was done, he had helped the youngest scoot backwards, away from the disgusting puddle, but ever since he had a crying maknae on his hands and he was starting to feel helpless. 

“I’m so sorry, hyung”, Dino whimpered, “I didn’t mean to.”

“Dino-yah, it’s okay. I know you didn’t want to be sick. I’m not angry or anything, just worried. Why didn’t you say you were feeling sick?”, Jihoon asked, hoping it wasn’t him. He didn’t think he’d forgive himself if his maknae had been afraid to speak up.

“I didn’t think I was this sick”, Dino mumbled, “my stomach was just a bit upset and I thought I overdid dance practice. But it got so bad so quickly.”

Jihoon sighed. “Even if it wasn’t that bad, which I think it was and you know it, you could have said something. I wasn’t going to make you continue if I had known you weren’t well.” He was glad he had been able to specifically clarify that. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hm? I will call Coups-hyung to drive us home.”

“Okay.” Dino sniffed.

Jihoon smiled at him, hoping it would set the younger even more at ease and even used his hoodie paws to wipe the tears from Dino’s face. 

“Do you still feel sick?”

Dino sniffed again and nodded, color rising on his cheeks. 

“It’s okay, hold on.” Jihoon quickly got up and dragged an empty trash can closer, plopping it down by Dino’s side. “Just in case.”

“Thanks.”

“Let’s get this off”, Jihoon encouraged and motioned at Dino’s soiled hoodie. “You can’t keep wearing that.”

Dino nodded but then stopped. “I don’t have a change of clothes. Well, my sweat-soaked dance shirts but …”

Yeah, there was no way in hell Jihoon would let him wear a disgusting shirt after changing out of an even more disgusting shirt. 

“You can borrow my hoodie”, he offered.

Dino looked a bit surprised, then mustered his hyung up and down. “Isn’t that Coups-hyung’s hoodie?”

Huh. It had been in the washing machine in their dorm. Why would it be Seungcheol’s when the leader didn’t live with Jihoon?

“I thought it was Soonyoung’s”, he admitted.

“Well, I have definitely seen Coups-hyung wear it before. And Hannie-hyung. Maybe Wonwoo-hyung too?”, Dino contemplated.

Jihoon flushed. He had not even entertained the possibility that the hoodie was common property. Normally he didn’t participate in these exchanges.

“Whatever”, he said after a moment, “do you want it? I think I only have my own clothes here.” He always kept a few changes of clothes in the studio just in case he stayed over or spilled something. But he was pretty certain that he only had his own stuff on the shelf. And that would not fit Dino, no matter that he was the second shortest in the group.

“Thanks, hyung.”

Carefully they pulled the soiled hoodie over Dino’s head, cautious to not let any sick spill more than it had to. Jihoon hoped the poor janitor would forgive him if he didn’t clean the puddle up but he had no supplies to do so.

As soon as the cool air hit Dino’s bare arms he shivered and so Jihoon quickly took off his hoodie and handed it over to the maknae. 

“Let’s sit on the couch, hm? I’ll call hyung and you can try to drink something if you want to.”

Dino nodded and let himself be pulled to his feet. Jihoon bent down and grabbed the bin to take it with them. The moment Dino was close to the sofa he let himself fall down, curling up on his side.

“You good like this?”, Jihoon asked, putting the makeshift bucket down by his head and handing over his water bottle. “Try to drink a bit.”

Dino nodded.

Jihoon walked over to the shelf, dialing Seungcheol and putting the phone between his ear and shoulder so he could look for a hoodie for himself.

“Hey, Jihoonie”, the leader greeted him, “what’s up? How is recording going? I was about to head home now.”

“That’s actually perfect”, Jihoon replied without preamble, “can you take us home with you? Maknae just threw up, he’s sick.”

“Oh no. I thought he seemed off earlier. Yeah, I’ll come and meet you at the studio, okay?”

“Thanks, hyung. See you soon.”

💎

By the time Jihoon had put on his new hoodie and had returned to Dino’s side, Seungcheol was at the door, panting. He must have run all the way.

“Hey, I heard somebody wasn’t feeling so good”, he greeted with a pout and rushed over to Dino who looked up at him with sad eyes. 

“Not really”, he replied. “I wanna go home.”

And then. “Jihoonie-hyung? Isn’t that my hoodie? I was wondering where that was.”

Jihoon stared down at himself. He hadn’t really paid any attention to what he had put on but he honestly couldn’t remember buying the black article of clothing he was wearing. 

“I … uh? I don’t know? Do you want it back?”

“Nah, it’s fine.”

Seungcheol raised his eyebrows at their conversation. “Is that my hoodie Dino-yah is wearing? Where did that come from?”

Jihoon blushed. “I thought it was Hoshi’s. Let’s just go. Dino-yah, should I carry you?”

“Please, hyung, I’m so tired. I just want to go home.”

💎

Half an hour later Seungcheol - wanting to keep an eye on him - carried a sleeping maknae into the dorm he shared with Joshua, Wonwoo, Minghao and …

Mingyu, who stepped out of the bathroom as they arrived, a towel wrapped around his waist. “Hey, why is Dino wearing my hoodie that Wonwoo accidentally shrunk in the wash?”

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Sicktember 2024

[thehoneyedhufflepuff]

he hath been colored

[dadsdaugther]

i usually hold dino’s foot and then I tell about how my day was 🥺🦖 they always listen really well 🥰 my best friend 🥺 along with the rest of the plushie gang of course 🤭🧸🦖🐘

[softlysighing1804]

The cape as red as blood.

[lvlystars]

funny valentine — l.c

pairing. lee chan x fem!reader

genre. angst, toxic!chan 😞

warnings. slight suggestive content. chan is a bitch. big nono man.

wc. 1.1k

a/n. y'all. i'm alive. based on true events btw, i've been declared not guilty, my lawyer hates me, and the man is now screaming at me from the grave 😇. jkjk. it would be crazy if i actually was convicted of murder tho. anyways, if i can't be happy on valentines, no one can !!!!!!!

feburary 14 (3:14 am)

— u up?

you scramble for your phone as your heart beats out of your chest, the mindless scrolling through your 'for you' page ending in that moment he texted you.

what is he doing at this ungodly hour? why was he texting you?

yeah —

— coming over in 5

no. he can't come. he just can't.

you try to text back to refuse, but he had already gone offline. you sigh as you sink into your mattress, turning off your phone as you wait for him to appear at your doorstep.

lee chan. the bane of your existence if you were to summarise your experience with him. on and off relationships, meaningless hookups, unanswered texts about what you two were, what label to put on your relationship — he was the red flag package deal. and yet, somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to actually cut things off with him. while he was all of the above, he made you feel loved, made you feel special with the way every single moment spent with him were the most exhilarating and euphoric moments, chan making sure to hug and kiss every inch of your body while he can, and handling your body with such care, as if you would crumble beneath his fingertips.

lee chan was playing you, and he was good at it.

a couple minutes later, you heard a knock at your door, and you immediately jolt up, your heart palpitating as you pull the covers off of you. once you finally reach the door, you pull it open to see chan leaning against the frame of your door, smirking down at you.

“i knew you’d answer me.” he pats your cheek softly before walking into your dorm uninvited.

“chan-”

“did you rearrange your place? shame, i finally had your dorm layout memorised so i wouldn’t bump into anything while we-”

“chan.” you sternly raise your voice, catching him off guard. he stares back at you, his eyebrow quirked up as he stood there, his hands shoved in his jeans.

“i…i don’t think we should do this anymore.” you stare into chan’s face, your face burning as chan’s eyes bore into yours, his expression morphing into one of slight confusion, a glint of enjoyment flitting across his features as he stalks towards you.

“baby, you're not serious, right? why would you want to let go of this…us?” he moves closer to you, holding you as he soothingly rubs your forearms. you shake your head, trying to squirm out of his grasp as his face lowers down to yours. “you’re my favourite, don’t you know that?” he mutters.

“no.” you push him away, your breathing growing more panicked. “chan, you and i both want completely different things. we are on opposite sides. this isn’t going to work out.” your voice trembles as you move towards your door, feeling cornered as chan continues to move closer to you. he towers over you as you shrink into yourself, feeling completely powerless and helpless.

“but i give you those things you desire, no? and you give me what i want." he tilts his head in mock confusion.

"y/n, honey, we’re two sides on the same coin. we need each other, why would you think something like that?” you can sense the tinge of hostility and toxicity behind his tone as he narrows his eyes at you, reaching his hand out to caress your face. you subconsciously lean into his touch, tears pooling in your eyes as you try to say anything to get out of this monstrosity of a situationship.

“then…then what are we? we’re not dating, you’re not my boyfriend…you hook up with tens of other girls on campus. i want someone who’ll stay loyal to me.” you sputter out, trying to compose yourself to your best ability as chan just laughs lightly, as if you were just stating a silly habit he had.

“we…we’re…we’re, y’know…” you look at him expectantly as chan looks slightly irritated at your persistence, huffing slightly.

“baby, look-”

“no. i don’t want to hear it. i’m tired of the mixed signals. if you’re not going to commit to a relationship, then don’t talk to me.” you cut him off, glaring up at him. you can see chan poking at his cheek with his tongue before he grabs you tightly by your shoulders, catching you off guard as he lowers his face down to yours, glaring at you.

“what, you think you’re special? special enough to have me as your boyfriend?” he mockingly laughs. “honey, there are tons of girls who are dying out there to just have sex with me, and you’re really going to leave all that just because you want to be in a relationship?” chan asks in a condescending manner, and you feel your heart drop to the pit in your stomach. you’ve only seen him get like this whenever he didn’t get his way with other people: his brown eyes filled with belittlement, as if you were a mere inconvenience in his way. his breathing was slowly getting erratic, he’s losing his patience.

lee chan was getting mad at you.

“i don’t know you, i don’t care whether i know you or not. i just saw you on campus, thought you were hot, and just had you to myself, just like other girls. i didn’t talk to you because i liked you.” he sneers, looking you up and down. tears pooled in your eyes as you stared up at chan in disbelief. “you and i do not have any kind of romantic relationship, i’ll tell you that. you want a label on this? fine: we’re just fuckbuddies. nothing more, nothing less.”

“if you’re gonna try crossing the line with all that relationship shit again, then i’m gonna have to just stop what we have, y/n. because i don’t want some brat that bitches about having me to themselves, got it?” he glowers at you. his face was now mere inches away from yours as tears were rolling down your face. you slowly nod before chan stands up straight again, patting your face again as he smiles.

“good girl. now i came here for a reason, ” chan sits down on your bed, smirking at you across the room as you’re still in the corner of the room, hastily wiping your tears before walking over to him. once you’re close enough, he grabs your waist tenderly as he rubs soft circles into your skin, grinning like a wolf while he looks your body up and down, making you feel exposed.

your face grows hot as seconds continue to tick by, and you’re taken aback as chan suddenly stands up, flipping you both around and throwing you onto the bed before he leans over you, leaning down beside your ear as you felt chills run down your body. your heart shatters even more when he whispers:

“happy valentines day, baby.”

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ⓒ lvlystars

[milton-dammers]

Another version of the DVD Love and a .45, unfortunately I don't speak German, But I bought it for so many pictures of Dinosaur Bob!

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Dino squad request take your time getting to it ^.^

I know that reader is the same species as Logan and victor but what if some big miscommunication happens (where victor and Logan think they’re the same species but oops!) and reader is one of those giant dinosaurs like spinosaurus or something like that

Oh, fun! Would you like to be called Spino Anon? Let's try some headcanona for this one:

• Logan would feel excited to have another teen under his wing, especially one who was thought to be a raptor like him. When he discovers that the Reader isn't a raptor, at first he's a bit upset... But then he gets over it. Reader is still a dinosaur like him, like his other (adopted) hatchlings, why wouod he be upset? Just look at them! They're a Spinosaurus! Large, powerful, and can swim!

• He is careful when getting them involved with the other teens, letting them bring Reader in and letting himself and them build their own separate trusts and friendship with Reader, allowing allowing to feel comfortable enough to show them their dinosaur form. And what a cute hatchling they are: long snout like a crocodile, a baby sail rising from their back, a long tail built for swimming, even sharp little teeth built for catching fish.

• He's glad to add them to his flock, his pack, his family. He shows them, and Oxalaia!Remy and Quetzylcoatlus!Pietro how to fish, and teaching them when different fish migrate and where they live. Mandatory fishing trips are a must after the first one. Showing Reader how to playfight with Allosaurus!Scott and Diplodocus!Rogue, being careful to show them how to not hurt them with their teeth or claws. And spending time in a large nest he spent an entire week building, just to be able to fit all of his hatchlings inside it with him, so they can have pack bonding (and nap!) time

• Victor had heard rumors as well, about a raptor running around along with the other juvenile dinosaurs. He's thrilled at the thought of having another one of his species to teach, as well as to help bring in the other young ones. When finding out they're a Spinosaurus, he's mad with his henchmen, for getting two completely separate and anatomically different creatures mixed up. He finds he isn't mad with Reader for being a Spinosaurus, he's just relieved they're a dinosaur at all. And what a Dino! A proper Spinosaurus, large and adept for swimming, perfect for wet and watery climates. The perfect hatchling...

• He's able to catch the teens (not that he knows they're human teens) in their Dino forms from time to time, happily talking to them while the sedatives he used wears off of them. He takes the proper time to pet them, to check their vitals, whispering to himself and them over how impressive they are, how wonderful, how he can't wait to give them the world... He sets them up in the habitats he specifically made with them in mind, carefuk to keep it safe and clean, not allowing anyone to bother them once they're sleeping inside

• Victor makes sure Spinosaurus!Reader has fresh sources of water, from wetlands and rivers to even lagoon and lake, all full of fish and creatures fit for that environment. Victor has careful plans to let the young dinos interact with each other, as well as lessons on not to eat each other and how to leave their dinosaur brethren out of their fights and meals (they wouldn't eat each other, but he doesn't know they were humans, again). All the time in the world, to change it and make it perfect for his new hatchlings, a new age of dinosaurs... Now if they wouod just stop escaping. Why are they such stubborn babies?

• The moment these two realize the other is involved, they are doing everything in their power to keep Spinosaurus!Reader with them. While Logan knows they're a teen and shouldn't be on their own, let alone with his evil/crazy older brother, he is also aware he can't take them away from every human. He has to share (and they could always leave him, so it's best to share them). His other harchlings agree with that sentiment, even if they sometimes try to keep Reader away from the rest of the class. Victor doesn't know the teens and Reader are human, but he knows they're juvenile dinosaurs, so he doesn't care about human interaction with them, seeing it as bad and detrimental to them. He's annoyed that Reader can leave, and hopes to convince then then stay one day, perhaps see if they understand him or the others. But even if he found out the teens were humans, he'd never let them near ones who weren't loyal to him. He wouldn't want to risk them getting hurt or choosing to leave. And if his runt is with them... well, if he has the hatchlings, his packmate is sure to follow them... After all, his brother never could resist a chick in need of a parent...

[cretaceous-if]

based on the most recent ask, if the baby T-Rex’s didn’t imprint on the mc, do they still sort of trust them? or is tjr mc just seen as someone who brings them food and stuff?

For the older T-Rex, they were already four when mc joined and would now be about 16 which would make them roughly full-sized. While these guys are actually thought to have an intelligence comparable to chimpanzees or monkeys, meaning they could probably easily associate you with the person that means they’re about to be fed, in no way, shape, or form would they spare you if you were in front of them. You’d make a nice dino snack.

The two babies that imprinted on you would likely have more trust towards you. Like how lions or other predator species who have been hand reared are often quite affectionate towards their human. However, I wouldn’t necessarily trust them with your life once they reached sexual maturity. For the sake of the IF, we’ll say that you could probably still have a cuddle with them, but in real life…they’d probably kill you but it might not be entirely on purpose. It might be roughhousing or play fighting or you accidentally doing something to trigger a predatory response. And that’s just in the case that T-Rex would behave like modern predators. But I think it’s safe to say that you’d need to be very careful around your 40ft, 8-9 ton dino-puppies.

Similar to how Owen Grady from Jurassic World had some leeway with the raptors because they know him and imprinted on him, but he didn’t actually trust them not to eat everyone all that much.

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🍒 You’re (our) Headliner

Title from Headliner (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: Seungcheol starts throwing up on a trip with only members of the maknae line to help him. It’s strange to be on the other side for once.

CW: emeto

Sickie: S.Coups/Seungcheol Caretakers: Minghao + Seungkwan + Dino/Chan

Seungcheol winced when the lights of the car driving behind him blinded him again. It was the middle of the night and, yet, somehow the only car driving behind them had awfully adjusted lights that were making the leader’s eyes water and his head pound.

They had been given a rare free week and most members had gone home to their families. Since Joshua, Jun and Minghao hadn’t been able to fly back to America and China respectively, Wonwoo’s dad had invited Joshua along and Jun had left with Jeonghan. Minghao and Seungcheol, the latter living together with his brother after all, had originally decided to stay at the dorms with Dino as his appa was at a poorly timed dance competition and his eomma had traveled with him. Then Seungkwan had invited them all along to his family and, well, only a few days later they had found themselves in an airplane to the beautiful Jeju-do. 

It was nighttime when they arrived, the only spontaneous flight that had enough seating space left for the members and managers. They had said goodbye to the managers at the airport and taken off with a rental car. Seungkwan’s parents had originally intended to pick them up at the airport but with so many members and luggage it would have been too tight of a fit. So the rental it was. Dino and Seungkwan had fallen asleep nearly immediately after settling into the backseat, the maknae asleep on his hyung’s shoulder and Seungkwan leaning on the young dancer across the middle seat. Minghao had fallen asleep only a few minutes later in the passenger seat, leaving Seungcheol awake alone. 

Their schedules had been busy and it was no wonder that the maknae line members had drifted off so quickly. In all honesty, Seungcheol was even a bit glad about it. He was a bit bored, sure, but they deserved their sleep. 

Yet he couldn’t help but wish for a distraction. He had felt a bit off, suspiciously tired and lethargic in the plane already, but he had not been able to turn down the position of driver when he saw the exhaustion in his members’ faces. 

Now, however, it was much worse. The slight feeling of unwellness had morphed into nausea that left his mouth salivating to an alarming degree, his stomach cramping under his hand, the headache pulsing with every stab of light and a general feeling of overwhelming sickness. To top it off, what was supposed to be a short hour drive was nearly doubled in time due to a blocked road.  

Worst, next to the nausea, however was the shakiness that had taken over all of Seungcheol’s body and left him barely able to concentrate on the road. So their travel was even more slowed down by Seungcheol not feeling comfortable driving as fast as he was allowed. Honestly, he probably shouldn’t even be driving, seeing how awful he felt. 

The car behind them seemed to have enough of Seungcheol’s slow driving and overtook them easily. Watching the lights speed past, Seungcheol felt a bit dizzy.

💎

He sighed, swallowed. Activated the blinker and pulled over at the side of the road into a small space by the empty island road. He took a deep breath and stepped outside of the car, careful to close the door as silently as possible so as not to wake them. The night air wasn’t cold, the opposite even. Humid and hot. A shudder ran through Seungcheol’s body and he had to swallow again against the wetness in his mouth. 

He knew he couldn’t keep driving. He was too distracted by feeling awful, too tired. It wasn’t safe. His pride did not stand above the safety of his members. As he turned around to the car again he watched the younger members sleep, all of them looking terribly young. Seungcheol couldn’t help but wish that anybody from the hyung line had come with them instead.

It wasn't like Seungcheol didn’t trust the younger members with his problems. He did. He would trust them with his life without any moment of doubt.

But they were still his kids. Yes, they had all grown together, grown up together and they weren't the baby-faced kids in his care anymore. They were successful adults of their own right with their own agenda and dreams. 

Yet, he could still see traces of these babies in the green room in them.

Whenever Minghao would get too quiet, Seungcheol saw the terrified young boy from China who didn't speak their language and cried himself to sleep every night.

Every time Seungkwan was warm in his affections, he saw the young kid who went to him for hugs every night and who would hold a member's hand at every opportunity.

Dino complaining about his hyungs was just a facade for the kid who was so young and tiny and adored by all of them.

But they had all grown up now.

Minghao was now so confident in his Korean and he was happy to tease the members whenever he could. He considered the dorms home now.

Seungkwan was still touchy but that was just the way he showed his love for all of them, showed that he would always stay by their side no matter what.

Dino was their maknae but he was older now than Seungcheol had been when they had debuted and he showed them every day how grateful he was that he had met them when he was so young.

So yes, Seungcheol trusted them with everything.

But he was also their leader. Their hyung. Their mat-hyung. The one they looked up to for help. 

Not the one who needed help. 

Right now, though, he did. If not for his sake but for theirs. 

💎

Feeling slightly unsteady, his legs shaking like a newborn deer’s, Seungcheol stepped around the front of the car and opened the passenger door. Only hesitating a second, he reached in to shake Minghao’s shoulder gently. The younger woke up instantly, blearily blinking up at Seungcheol. 

“Hyung, what…?”, he asked, voice dripping with tiredness but a frown building on his face. “Is everything alright?”

Seungcheol shushed him, gesturing at him to get out of the car. No need to wake more maknaes for his sake. Minghao pulled himself out of the car with more grace than somebody who had just been asleep should ever possess, coming to stand in front of the leader. Seungcheol closed the door gently, leaned against it and ran a shaky hand through his hair.

“Myungho-yah, would you mind driving the rest of the way?”, he asked, not daring to look at the younger member. 

Still he could imagine the flicker of confusion and worry on Minghao’s face. “Sure, I can keep driving”, Minghao said quickly, “but, hyung? Why? Are you alright?”

Seungcheol sighed, shrugged. “I don’t feel that great”, he admitted reluctantly, “I thought it was probably safer if somebody else drove.” Even leaning against the car door was exhausting, causing him to sweat and tremble.

“Do you have a fever?”, Minghao asked, instantly reaching out to Seungcheol’s forehead with his palm before the leader could duck away. “You’re not warm but you’re really clammy.”

“I’m just a bit nauseous”, Seungcheol said hesitantly. “I don’t know. I felt a bit off earlier but now I’m kinda shaky too and I can’t concentrate.”

“Okay, yeah, it’s probably best if you rest, hyung”, Minghao agreed, worry written all over his face which was only illuminated by the moon. “Do you feel like you might need to throw up?”

“Maybe”, Seungcheol said quietly, surprising himself with the quick admission. He wasn’t sure if this was just a fluke, maybe caused by exhaustion and lack of sleep, or if he was truly sick. 

Minghao’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “I don’t think we have medicine or anything. Seungkwannie has a plastic bag from the duty-free shop earlier I think, though. Do you want me to ask him just in case?”

The rapper shook his head, throwing a glance at the still peacefully sleeping maknaes. He could already feel traces of the humiliation he would feel if they were woken up for him, to give him a puke bag. “No, let them rest. They deserve it.”

“You deserve care too, hyung”, Minghao said quietly, taking one of Seungcheol’s hands in his and squeezed. Seungcheol ducked his head, giving Minghao what could probably be classified as a self-deprecating smile. The young dancer was sweet like this and Seungcheol knew that Minghao tended to look out for him, sometimes treated him like he was the dongsaeng. Right now it felt really good, leaving his chest with a warm feeling despite the rest of his body feeling miserable. He didn’t know what to say in response to that but Minghao seemed to sense this and continued his questions.

“Do you need anything before we continue? Do you feel ready to continue?”

Seungcheol nodded. “The sooner we are there the better. I just wanna sleep.”

“Okay, let’s get you back in the car”, Minghao said, squeezing Seungcheol’s hand again before helping him step away from the car door and opening it. He didn’t let go of Seungcheol until the rapper was safely seated in the passenger seat and even buckled the seatbelt for him. He brushed back Seungcheol’s hair from his forehead and whispered: “Tell me if we need to pull over or if you need anything, alright, hyung?”

Seungcheol nodded. Minghao gently closed the door, rounded the car and adjusted the driver’s seat and the mirrors to his needs. As he started the motor a sleepy voice from the back asked: “Are we there yet?”

“No, we just switched drivers, Dino-yah”, Minghao whispered, “go back to sleep.”

💎

Seungcheol dozed off too, only a few minutes into the drive. Minghao was taking care to drive smoothly and carefully, which Seungcheol appreciated a lot.

Still, as he woke up, his stomach churned angrily and a bad-tasting hiccough jerked him to full alertness. The car was still driving down empty, dark streets in the middle of nothingness and everything was quiet, except for Seungkwan snoring a bit. 

Minghao eyed him from the side and asked a bit hurriedly: “Hyung, are you going to…?”

A gag tore up Seungcheol’s throat, echoing loudly in the silence, and he slapped his hands to his mouth. 

“Pull over”, he demanded breathlessly before pressing his mouth shut against whatever was trying to rise in his throat.

Minghao didn’t need to be told twice, actually not even once. He hadn’t even waited for Seungcheol to finish the two words before the car slowed down and came to a stop by the side of the road. 

Seungcheol ripped open the door, nearly falling as he tried to exit the car in his haste, foot tangled up in the lowered footwell. He managed to stumble a few steps away from the car when his mouth filled with sour bile and he had to double over. A spray of clear liquid, mostly water he had drunk during the flight - back then already not hungry - came back up as he retched. 

Bracing himself on his knees, Seungcheol fought against the nausea with short, stuttered breaths. Yet, he lost his fight when he jumped in surprise when a hand landed on the small of his back. 

“It’s okay, let it out, hyung.” Minghao.

Seungcheol had no choice over it, completely at the mercy of his body. It was humiliating, standing on the side of the road of their most beautiful island, spewing up his guts while his dongsaeng patted his back. At least, it didn’t last long. 

No matter how nauseous he was and no matter how sudden the vomiting had been, it was really only a few mouthfuls of sick coming up before everything turned into dry-heaving. Minghao patiently rubbed his back, whispering muted reassurances. 

It took a few minutes of empty gagging and not being sure if the next wave would bring up more stomach contents or not before Seungcheol was able to straighten up and stumble away from the puddle. Minghao held his upper arm in a gentle grasp, steadying him.

“Do you feel a bit better now?”, he asked gently.

Seungcheol shrugged. He was still unbearably nauseous and even if his stomach seemingly wasn’t about to reject its contents again, he didn’t feel very safe about moving or standing or breathing or existing in general. His mouth tasted awful and he was trembling all over.

“Wash out your mouth”, Minghao encouraged, holding out Seungcheol’s bottle of water that the leader had forgotten in the door of the driver's side and the younger must have picked up. 

Thankful for the opportunity, Seungcheol swished the water around his mouth and spat it onto the grass behind himself. Then he lifted the bottle to his lips with a shaking hand and took a small sip. The water soothed his throat but it sat heavily in his cramping stomach, not quite settled. He winced, pressing his hand to his aching abdomen. 

“I think I need to sit down”, Seungcheol mumbled, feeling his strength quickly reclining. His shaking knees were barely able to keep supporting his weight and his whole body felt heavy with fatigue. 

“I’ve got you, hyung, it’s alright”, Minghao said, wrapping his arm around Seungcheol’s waist and leading him the few steps back to the car. As soon as the door was open, Seungcheol sank down sideways into the passenger seat, wrapping his arms around himself and pressing his knees to his chest.

He didn’t even have the strength to care anymore that his maknaes were literally sleeping behind him, while he was so sick. He never really liked to show weakness in front of them but that was the last thing on his mind at the moment. He just wanted to not feel sick. And maybe a hug.

Minghao knelt down in front of him, a hand on Seungcheol’s knee to steady himself. He didn’t seem to care at all that he was in the danger zone should Seungcheol be unable to control his stomach again. 

“Aish, hyung, what are we gonna do with you?”, Minghao mumbled, reaching up with his free hand to stroke back Seungcheol’s hair. “Do you think we can go on? Or do you want me to find a doctor or hospital? We’re probably halfway between Jeju City and Seogwipo though.”

Seungcheol shook his head. He didn’t want to go to a hospital - he didn’t think he was sick enough for that. Honestly he just wanted to lie down and sleep. “Let me breathe for a bit and then we can go on”, he suggested, a deep exhale following. 

Minghao nodded and just stayed crouched down by Seungcheol’s feet, a silent support.

💎

Silence didn’t hold that long though. 

“Hyungs?”, Seungkwan whispered from the backseat, seemingly woken up by the lack of rocking car movement as well as their voices. “Is everything alright? Is Coups-hyung alright?”

Minghao and Seungcheol both turned to find the young vocalist sitting upright, blinking at them in worry. He must have moved Dino from his shoulder as the maknae was now slumped against the window, undisturbed. The way they were sitting was probably incriminating Seungcheol already but still he found himself unhappy when Minghao announced: “Cheollie-hyung is sick. He threw up a bit just now.”

Seungcheol was about to ask him why on earth he would share the secret like that but he saw the concern and fear in Minghao’s face and understood. The dancer didn’t want to be alone in his knowledge of their sick hyung and needed help, no matter how unhappy Seungcheol was with that. But if he was honest himself, he probably had no chance of hiding it from Seungkwan and Dino anyways.

Seungkwan, to his credit, looked worried, yes, but he didn’t fall into the excessive nagging or worry he might have with other members. His lips just turned into a pout and there was genuine concern written all over his face. 

“I’m sorry you’re feeling so sick, hyung”, he said honestly, “is there anything I can do to help?”

“Actually, do you still have the bag from duty-free?”, Minghao asked, “I think it’s best if we get to your home as quickly as possible so hyung can lie down and sleep this off.”

“Oh, yeah, hold on”, Seungkwan said and ducked down to rummage through his backpack. 

The commotion must have woken Dino from his slumber too, because he woke the moment Seungkwan pulled the plastic bag from the depths of his belongings with a triumphant smile and handed it through the gap between passenger seat and door to Minghao. Seungcheol had his back to Dino but he internally groaned when he heard the maknae’s words. Another member pulled from rest because of him.

“Huh? Wha’s go’n on?”, the maknae asked sleepily.

“Cheollie-hyung is sick”, Seungkwan explained while Minghao inspected the bag for any damages. “We stopped because he wasn’t feeling well.”

That woke up Dino for real. “Upset stomach?”, he questioned, watching Minghao’s moves. 

Seungcheol sighed and pressed his head into his palms. The multitude of concern was a bit overstimulating if he was honest. If it had been Jeonghan and Joshua he may have reacted differently but right now it felt like too much. 

A soft hand on his cheek, a thumb stroking up and down, pulled him from the precarious state of mind he was in. He let his head mold into the soft touch, reveling in the comfort it brought. 

“We got you, hyung. Don’t be embarrassed”, Seungkwan said gently and Seungcheol opened his eyes to find that the vocalist was leaning forward on his seat and it was his hand that was soothing him. “We know you’re not feeling well. We know you’re exhausted. Let us take care of you for once, hm?”

Too tired to put up a fight and not sure if he was willing to, Seungcheol nodded and sighed. 

“Let’s get to Kwannie-hyung’s home as quickly as possible”, Dino echoed Minghao’s earlier words. “You should sleep.”

Seungcheol nodded again, feeling his head and eyes grow heavy.

“Do you want to switch seats to be in the back?”, Minghao questioned, his touch still tender against Seungcheol’s legs. “In case you feel really sick again it might be nice to have somebody with you, huh?”

Seungcheol found himself drowsily agreeing and a few minutes later he was settled in the back next to Dino, the plastic bag spread open on his lap for quick access. Minghao had taken up the role of the driver again and Seungkwan was speaking quietly on his phone. 

Exhausted, Seungcheol let his eyes fall shut.

💎

Yet no matter how exhausted Seungcheol was, the nausea was more demanding. He just couldn’t fall asleep in his queasy state. Everytime he thought he was about to nod off, a sour burning in his esophagus woke him up again, making him need to swallow against the reflux. It didn’t even necessarily feel like he was about to throw up but it certainly was burning his throat. 

He tried to rest against Dino’s shoulder, the maknae more than willing to switch roles for once but it was just too uncomfortable to lean across the empty middle seat and then down to Dino’s shoulder. Their height difference was not helping at all. Seungcheol sighed and just decided to rest against the window but the vibration of that hurt his head. So that also was not an option.

Finally Dino seemed to have enough of Seungcheol’s fidgeting and restlessness and announced: “Hao-hyung, be careful. I’m going to move to the middle seat.”

Without waiting for a reply he unbuckled himself, scooted over to Seungcheol and buckled himself in again. “Rest, hyung”, he mumbled, guiding Seungcheol’s head to his shoulder where he even placed a rolled up hoodie for maximum comfort. 

Seungcheol slumped against him, feeling like he could cry in relief when the position was finally comfortable. 

💎

Yet it was only about fifteen minutes later when they encountered a new problem. The road they were taking was starting to wind itself into narrow turns and a steep incline. Seungcheol normally was not a member who got motion sick but for the first time in his life he understood how Jeonghan, Jun and Vernon must feel. He could practically feel his stomach slosh around, every twist of the street making whatever was left in his stomach move upwards. He groaned, placing one hand against his stomach and the other gripped the bag tighter. Then he opened his eyes, remembering how Jeonghan said it helped him to actually see where they were moving. 

“Are you feeling worse, hyung?”, Dino asked nervously, noticing the shift and the tension in Seungcheol’s shoulders. Seungcheol nodded, swallowing harshly.

At the youngest words Seungkwan turned around in the passenger seat, mustering him, and Minghao glanced at him through the mirror before apologizing: “I’m sorry, hyung. I’m driving as smoothly as I can.”

“It’s not … it’s not your fault, Myungho-yah”, Seungcheol pressed out, half-way through the sentence needing to stop to press the back of his hand against his mouth to stifle a burp. 

“Focus on driving”, Seungkwan said and added bitterly, “I don’t remember if there is any place where we can pull over safely on this road stretch.”

While the two discussed the possibilities of stopping, Dino removed the pullover-pillow from his shoulder and placed his hand on Seungcheol’s thigh in a gesture of sympathy. “If you need to be sick, just let it happen. Don’t hurt yourself.”

Seungcheol didn’t think he even had the strength to fight the nausea. Another sharp twist made another burp rise in his throat and he barely had the time to lift the bag to his lips before sour vomit filled his mouth. 

He stared in horror down at the brownish, chunky liquid at the bottom of the white bag, the smell taunting him. As he retched again, all conversation died out and the only sound filling the car was his gagging and more throw up splashing into the puddle in the bag.

Dino helplessly patted his back as Seungcheol continued to throw up, feeling awfully self-conscious. His only saving grace was that it was mostly dark, so while his dongsaengs had to listen to him puke at least they didn’t have to see. 

The nausea wouldn’t relent. The atmosphere was awfully tense as they all were too startled and overwhelmed to do much more than listen to Seungcheol occasionally vomiting up another wave of barely digested food and bile. The leader swore he hadn’t even eaten as much food as he was throwing up. 

“I’m so sorry”, Minghao finally broke the silence as he had to brake for another turn, “there is just no place to safely pull over.”

“It’s not your fault.” Seungcheol coughed, spitting out excessive bile. 

His stomach still ached and cramped but it felt painfully empty now and the nausea while still present was fading and unproductive. Taking the risk, Seungcheol lifted his head away from the bag, closing it with one hand, and took a deep breath.

“I have another bag here”, Dino said, “hang on.” 

He turned away to rummage around in his own backpack. Seungcheol didn’t want to watch him, still a bit embarrassed, and he also didn’t want to keep staring at the full bag in his hands, so he lifted his head only to find Seungkwa turned around in his seat, gently smiling at him. 

“You can give me the bag”, the vocalist said softly, reaching out. Seungcheol stared at him, a bit dumb-founded. Sure, he didn't know what he was going to do with the puke-bag but he wasn’t going to hand it over to one of the maknaes. Sure, he had definitely held full puke-bags for his dongsaengs before, a certain road trip with a very nauseous Jeonghan came to mind, but he wasn’t going to subject Seungkwan to that. 

But the vocalist seemed to read his mind. He smiled brightly at his leader and placed his hand over Seungcheol’s where he held onto the plastic. “I don’t mind, hyung. We just want you to be comfortable. I’ll put it in my footwell, it’s no issue.”

Stunned, Seungcheol let Dino and Seungkwan take the bag from his grip and watched as Seungkwan skillfully tied a knot at the top, placing it down in his footwell as he had said he would. Silently Dino slipped a fresh bag into Seungcheol’s hands, squeezing his wrist for a moment. 

“Relax, leader-nim”, the maknae said gently, “we got you.”

💎

The rest of the drive passed without any more vomiting thankfully and Seungcheol even managed to fall asleep. That, however, meant that he was awfully drowsy when Seungkwan gently shook him awake. 

“We’re here, Cheollie-hyung”, he whispered, brushing Seungcheol’s hair from his face. “You just need to get inside, we’ll handle the rest. You can continue sleeping soon, hm?”

Seungcheol stumbled behind him, half-asleep, and relying on Minghao’s and Seungkwan’s grips on his hands for any sort of navigation. He had his eyes mostly closed, just open enough to not fall on the stairs. Somebody pulled the blankets away from the bed and Seungcheol let himself sink onto the soft mattress. A hand brushed against his forehead and a voice he wasn’t quite able to place in his sleepy state said: “Sleep well, Seungcheol-yah. There’s a bucket beside the bed if you need it and Minghao-yah will sleep on the other side of the room.”

Seungcheol nodded against the pillow and closed his eyes again.

💎

He hovered between wakefulness and sleep. His brain was cloudy, floaty, not really alert. It was a weird feeling, knowing he was awake though the state he was in felt more like sleep. Then he turned to his side and bile burned in his throat. Oh.

Seungcheol opened his eyes to darkness, finding himself in a bed. Honestly, he had barely had any recollection of getting there. He blinked and in the low light of the moon shining in from the window he realized he was turned towards the room. A silhouette was asleep on a mattress on the ground. They had arrived at Seungkwan’s home. 

His stomach, though hopefully empty, still was angry with him. The nausea was not as overwhelming as it had been before, tamed by the previous bouts of sickness, but it wasn’t dull enough to completely ignore it. Seungcheol pushed himself into a sitting position at the side of the bed, his dangling feet hitting plastic. Grateful for the foresight, Seungcheol pulled the bucket to his lap, hugging it with one arm. He was so tired. He didn’t want to be sick. He truly just wanted a hug.

“Myungho-yah”, he whispered, even in the darkness recognizing his calm dongsaeng. But maybe he was wrong? The figure didn’t stir unlike Minghao would at the slightest sound. Maybe they didn’t want to place him in a room with his sick hyung so he could get some sleep?

But Seungcheol distinctly remembered then that Chan and Seungkwan had wanted to pair up and the figure was too tall for both maknaes. He supposed that with the exhaustion of schedules and Minghao having to drive unfamiliar roads at night he was finally fully knocked out. 

Realizing he was not about to immediately throw up, Seungcheol decided to try to make it to the bathroom in hopes that he wouldn’t disturb Minghao - or anybody else for that matter - then. He cradled the bucket to his chest, not keen on accidentally puking on Seungkwan’s parents’ floor, and stumbled to the door.

The hallway was dark, only illuminated from low light spilling in from an open door - the bathroom. Maybe the light was on to avoid nighttime accidents or maybe it was there for his sake. No matter what Seungcheol was immensely glad for the beacon, after all it had been years since he had last been here, and he didn’t remember which door led where. 

He closed the bathroom door behind himself but didn’t lock it. Then he sank down onto the floor between the tub and the toilet. Exhaustion hit him like a truck and only the faint rolling of his stomach kept him awake. He pushed the bucket away now that he was close to the toilet and buried his face in his knees.

This wasn’t how he had imagined the vacation going. Throwing up in the car with his maknae-line members was bad, sitting nauseous and shivery in Seungkwan’s parents’ bathroom in the middle of the night was arguably worse.

He was so tempted to call his own eomma or maybe even Jeonghan but he hadn’t brought his phone with him. Walking back to the room and then to the bathroom again was not in his cards. He would just have to endure. That didn’t mean that the tears didn’t burn in his eyes. 

💎

It was only a few minutes later that the nausea reached a new peak and Seungcheol forced himself to kneel in front of the toilet, lifting the lid and staring into the water below. His breathing hitched, a sharp hiccough hurting his chest and then the water turned murky and he had thrown up again. His whole body was shaking and all that was keeping him upright was the arm he had placed on the toilet seat to rest his head on. 

Waiting it out was awful. His stomach was contracting and cramping but only every few minutes a mouthful of sour-tasting and even worse smelling bile came up without any warning. For all he knew every time could have been the last and, yet, it kept coming up. He wondered idly how there was even something left in his stomach. 

He didn’t know how long he had sat there, it could have been minutes or hours for all he knew, when he heard the door open behind him. He didn’t have the capability to turn around to see who had come to check on him. Maybe Minghao had woken after all.

But as soon as the person spoke, Seungcheol felt a shiver run through his body. It wasn’t any of his members. It was Seungkwan’s eomma. “Oh, Seungcheol-yah”, she said, her voice soft and caring, “how long have you been in here?”

He shrugged and then jumped when she placed a warm hand on his sweat-soaked back. “You’re really sick, huh? Do you feel ready to get back to bed?”

“I’m sorry, eomonim”, Seungcheol rasped, feeling awful that he was ruining her sleep and her bathroom, “I didn’t mean to block your bathroom. I wouldn’t have come on the trip if I had known I was sick.”

“Silly boy”, she replied, “it’s alright. My husband and I are just as worried about you as the boys are. There’s nothing to feel guilty about.”

Seungcheol didn’t know what to reply. He didn’t have a close relationship with her, not as much as other members had. He just felt young and tired and scared. 

“Come on, let’s lean back a bit. That hunched position can’t be good for your posture”, she encouraged, unfazed by his silence. She patted his shoulder and gently helped him straighten up, then move backwards. Seungcheol didn’t know how it happened but suddenly he was curled up on the floor, his head in her lap and her arm wrapped around him as far as she could with his much bigger stature. It was as bewildering as it was comforting. 

“Eomonim”, he protested tiredly, just on principle. He was too tired and it was too comfy for him to actually try to remove himself from the half-hug. Nevertheless, it was bad enough he had brought sickness into her house, this way she was likely to get sick too. Or thrown up on.

He must have spoken the last parts aloud too, because she shushed him and replied: “Seungcheol-yah, you have been taking care of my baby for the past decade. Let me do something for you in return. Just rest, kiddo.” 

If she saw the tears flow down his face she didn’t comment on it. Seungkwan must have gotten his unending kindness from somewhere.

💎

The next time Seungcheol woke up it was to aching abs but a relievingly neutral stomach. He didn’t remember getting back to bed after falling asleep in the bathroom but now he was in bed with the sun shining in between the blinds. 

A look at his phone had him realize that it was already past noon and that he had various unread messages.

Seungkwan’s eomma (05:54): Sleep well, sweetheart! Seungkwannie (09:14): Morning, hyung! I hope you feel better. Eomma said you were really sick during the night again. Please take your time to rest <3 Hannie (09:28): Hao texted that you are sick :( I hope you feel better soon, ddaddu! Text me if you need to Dino-baby (09:35): Rest well, hyung! Take all the time you need! Myungho (09:56): You should have woken me 2night, hyungie. Love you, rest please! Seungkwannie (11:58): You’re still asleep, you really must be exhausted ): feel free to go back to sleep if you’re still tired when you wake up. We’ll be downstairs if you want some company tho <3

Seungcheol groaned and stretched. Going back to sleep sounded heavenly and he was very tempted to take up Seungkwan’s offer of sleeping the day away. But it was lonely in the room; he assumed it must be one of Seungkwan’s sisters’ rooms turned into a guest room.

He pushed himself up into a standing position. He still felt shaky and out of sorts and he knew he likely wouldn’t really be up to doing anything that day, all his energy depleted. But he wanted company.

He gripped the railing of the stairs tightly and slowly made his way down into the hallway where he assumed he would find a way to a living room. And indeed, as he rounded the corner behind the stairs he was greeted by an open doorway and the sight of Seungkwan and Dino playing cards with Seungkwan’s appa while Minghao was in deep conversation with Seungkwan’s eomma. 

From his position, Seungkwan was the first to spot Seungcheol and he excitedly waved at the older, beckoning him in.

“Hyung, how are you feeling?”, he asked worriedly, causing all of the other room’s occupants to turn to Seungcheol. He flushed under the weight of the combined gazes but cautiously crossed the threshold. 

“Better”, he said, “not quite back to normal but much better.”

The two younger members cheered and Minghao grinned brightly. “Come sit, hyung.”

Not even five minutes later, Seungcheol found himself dozing off on Minghao’s lap again.

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