#Sick seventeen

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🍚A silent war we never wanted (Part 2/3)

Title from SOS (SEVENTEEN)

A silent war we never wanted I

Summary: All it took was a frozen monitor, a panicked maknae and about five delayed clicks to delete a whole song on his computer. Jihoon is already so scared and unwell and now he needs to write a whole new song to give to the executives in an impossible time-frame.

CW: emeto, insecurity, fights, idol mistreatment, forced emeto

Sickie/Whumpee: Woozi/Jihoon

Caretaker(s): Bumzu + S.Coups/Seungcheol + Jeonghan

Five minutes later, Seungcheol arrived, a manager and Seungkwan and Hoshi in his wake. Their dorm’s maknae was carrying a cup of tea, a fever thermometer and a tray of ice chips, with Hoshi holding a hot water bottle and some meds. 

Jihoon really didn’t deserve them.

“Hey, kiddo”, Seungcheol greeted, ushering Jeonghan to move over and sitting in his place. “How are you?”

Jihoon didn’t even need to answer, Jeonghan did it for him. “Queasy and headachey. He said he threw up before coming home from the company. I don’t think he has a fever but thanks for bringing the thermometer.”

Within seconds Seungcheol had placed the thermometer under Jihoon’s tongue and was carding his hand through Jihoon’s hair. Hoshi handed Jeonghan the hot water bottle that he placed against Jihoon’s stomach and the meds, the tea and the ice chips were placed on Jihoon’s bedside table.

In any other situation the fussing might have been nice - Jihoon needing some TLC at times too - but that day it was the worst that could happen. Already the guilt was eating him up. Everybody had dropped everything for him and he was misusing it. 

Seungcheol seemed to sense his emotional state even if not knowing the reason for it and ordered Hoshi and Seungkwan out, which helped a bit. The thermometer beeped.

“37.8°C”, Seungcheol read.

“That’s not a fever”, the manager interjected, “Woozi-ssi, do you think you can work today?”

Why was the most hard-ass manager on duty today? Their normal manager, who was on a trip with his family at the moment, would have taken one look at Jihoon and ordered him to rest. Jihoon had not been prepared to fight this fight.

But again, Jeonghan interjected for him. “Manager-nim, I am sorry, but no. Jihoonie is resting today. You know we’re not supposed to work when sick. He threw up and it is an elevated temperature.”

Seungcheol nodded in agreement. “I won’t let Jihoon work today. We can do the meeting without him and he is very much on track with practice. He can afford to miss a day or two.”

The manager frowned. “Still he doesn’t have a fever. He only said he threw up, nobody saw, right? Are we even sure he is really sick and not just wants to skip the meeting?”

A shiver wrecked Jihoon’s body.

With all the planning he had done and the worries he had, he had never even entertained the thought of somebody finding out or thinking he was faking. What would the members think of him? They’d be disgusted with him, think he was lazy. How could they ever trust him again if they knew?

He felt sick at the thought.

So he did the only thing he could think of to save himself, to save his reputation. 

Jihoon slapped a hand over his mouth, faking a gag, and pushed himself up. It was sudden enough for the two hyungs and the manager to not stop him when he rushed from the room, faking choked coughs.

Slamming his bedroom door as well as the bathroom door behind himself shut, bought him enough time to stick his finger down his throat. His gag reflex was very weak on a good day and it didn’t take much to turn the fake gagging into real gagging. Vomit spilled over his hand into the toilet and he coughed harshly, choking on it a bit. 

He managed to pull his hand away so that it just looked like he had thrown up in it, not caused himself to throw up, before Seungcheol and Jeonghan pulled open the door. Seungcheol immediately dropped down beside him and brushed back Jihoon’s hair, while Jeonghan stayed back. 

Not much came up, considering that Jihoon hadn’t eaten since the early evening - covering his alibi of throwing up before - and he was soon done, sinking back against Seungcheol. His eyes were watering from the force of it all and then it hit him.

He had made himself vomit so he could fake sick and lie to his members. 

With a broken sob, he pulled his knees close and hugged himself, trying to keep his hand from dirtying his sleep shorts. Seungcheol pulled him away from the toilet, causing another sob to break through Jihoon’s defenses, and then Jeonghan tenderly started cleaning his hand. 

“Do you feel better now, Jihoonie?”, Jeonghan asked worriedly, using the back of the washcloth to wipe Jihoon’s face. Humiliated and overwhelmed, Jihoon nodded.

“Believe him now?”, Seungcheol asked sharply, looking up at the manager who was now standing in the bathroom door, Hoshi and Seungkwan, lured back by the activity, hovering behind him.

“Fine, he can stay home. Nobody else will, though. The meeting and practice is important.”

“But…”, Seungcheol started.

Trying to pull himself together, Jihoon took a deep breath, tapping Seungcheol’s arm to get his attention. “I can stay alone. I don’t mind.”

“Jihoonie, you’re really sick”, Jeonghan argued, getting hummed approval by the three other members. 

“Manager-nim is right. Today is important. I’m just going to sleep anyway”, Jihoon persisted. He was lucky he had the manager on “his side” now. He couldn’t risk a member staying back, foiling his plans. 

“Promise you’ll call if you need help?”, Seungcheol asked, sighing. He knew there was no point arguing with Jihoon.

“Promise”, Jihoon whispered.

💎

Twenty minutes later, he was at the dorm alone. The members had left rather reluctantly, fussing over him to an extreme extent. Jihoon knew it stemmed from love, which made him feel even worse deceiving them.

Jeonghan had promised to take notes for him and asked him about five times if he was really okay with being alone. Seungcheol had tried to get him to take some meds which Jihoon had managed to resist, so instead he forced Jihoon to hydrate with the tea Seungkwan had warmed up for him again. Hoshi had even tried to cuddle him despite Jihoon pointing out he could be contagious. In the end the dance leader had contended himself with feeding Jihoon some of the ice chips himself. 

Jihoon waited about fifteen minutes until they had left before getting up to get ready to go to the company, in case somebody had forgotten something and came back. When everything seemed clear, he put on some comfy sweatpants and a hoodie, quickly brushing his hair and teeth. Then he ordered a taxi. 

With every minute that brought him closer to the company his hands started to sweat more and more. His nerves were blank, scared he would meet somebody on his way in. He went so far as to stop the taxi driver a block earlier so nobody saw a car arriving. Then he sneaked into the building by using the old fire door that was mostly used as a smoker’s exit close to the universe factory. The hallway down there was empty, with Bumzu still on vacation, yet Jihoon could only breathe better once he locked the studio door behind himself.

💎

Five hours later Woozi was ready to cry. He had barely made any progress with the song, only finishing a few bars but not even having any idea what it was supposed to be about and unable to recall any of the deleted or think of new lyrics.

Along with his frustration and fear, the headache rose to new levels, coming close but not quite to a migraine pain. The fried nerves had turned into a very real stomach ache, though he also hadn’t eaten in nearly twenty hours and also thought it could be hunger if not for the nausea that was hell-bent on making him even more miserable.

It really wasn’t his week.

Every minute that he wasted on empty thoughts brought him closer to failure. Brought the group closer to failure. 

Yet no matter how much he wanted to be productive, his body didn’t cooperate. Writer’s block was the worst and coupled with anxiety over the deadline he was brought to despair. 

He needed to calm down, Woozi knew that. The worry didn’t help him at all. He closed his eyes and rested his head in his hands, palms pressing into his eye sockets.

“Jihoonie?”

At the sudden calling of his name, Woozi jerked upright, nearly losing his balance and just barely not slipping from the swivel chair as a result. Whirling around he was faced with Bumzu, who was looking at him with the same surprise that he probably had on his own face. 

Fuck.

Bumzu was supposed to be on vacation.

“What are you doing here?”, they asked simultaneously. 

Bumzu held up his hand and said: “Sorry, eomma, I’ll call you back later.” Only then did Jihoon realize that the older producer had been on the phone, which he now pocketed.

“You’re supposed to be on vacation”, Jihoon stuttered out.

“I forgot I still have an usb-drive with all the backup files that I needed to bring back before we leave to visit my halmeoni”, Bumzu explained and stepped closer to sit on the other chair to face Jihoon. “What concerns me more is the fact that Coups told me that you are at home sick and puking and yet I find you here.”

Jihoon could only blink at the older producer for a moment, before whispering: “You have all the songs?”

As Bumzu nodded, confused, Jihoon couldn’t help it.

Tears filled his eyes and he sobbed in relief, hands coming up to hide his face. Even if the file was gone on his computer, Bumzu had a backup. He didn’t need to rewrite the song. He would not get yelled at tomorrow and be the reason why the comeback needed to be pushed back. 

He had slightly forgotten that he wasn’t alone, so Jihoon jumped in surprise when a hand came to rest on his shoulder and Bumzu asked worriedly: “Jihoonie? Why are you crying? What’s going on?”

Jihoon couldn’t find the words to answer, his tears draining the last of his energy. Bumzu sighed and pulled him into his arms, leaving Jihoon to sob against his mentor's shoulder.

💎

Jihoon cried himself to exhaustion, thankful to Bumzu who sat patiently with him, comforting him and offering sips of water once Jihoon managed to calm down.

“I’m sorry”, Jihoon whispered, gesturing at the wet patch on Bumzu’s shirt. It was the first words he could really think of. 

“Don’t worry about it. Just, Jihoonie, tell me what’s going on, please”, the older producer pleaded, worry obvious in his tone. “I’m really worried. This isn’t like you. Why are you here if you are sick?”

“I’m not sick”, Jihoon explained quietly, instantly getting interrupted.

“As I said, Coups told me you threw up. I’d classify that as being sick. Literally.”

Jihoon took a deep breath. “It’s a long story.”

He owed the truth to his friend.

Bumzu listened to him attentively, never once interrupting and gently holding Jihoon’s hand, rubbing circles with his thumb whenever Jihoon got too worked up. 

“You’ve really gone through it, huh?”, Bumzu commented when Jihoon was done. “I’m sorry I took the backup with me. You could have called, you know. And we definitely need to try to find a solution to deal with that executive, it’s not right that you are so scared. Making yourself throw up because you are so desperate and afraid … Jihoonie … you need to tell Seungcheol.”

Jihoon shrugged. He was so tired.

“We don’t have to solve that now. How about I ask Coups-yah to take you home? The song is done and so are you. I can’t take you home, I really need to get back to my eomma. I promise I won’t tell him you faked if you want to keep it secret. We can pretend you wanted to keep working.”

“Yeah, let’s do that.” Jihoon was too exhausted to care anymore.

💎

Bumzu had already left, letting Jihoon know where he had saved the songs, by the time the leader and the vice leader burst through the door. Both of them looked incredibly worried and Jihoon couldn’t even fault them for it. He was sure he looked like a mess, with red-rimmed eyes and oversized clothing. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure at least the hoodie belonged to Soonyoung.

“Oh, baby”, Jeonghan cooed, rushing over to wrap Jihoon in his arms. Jihoon buried his face in Jeonghan’s chest, trying to contain his shaking. He didn’t want to keep lying.

“I thought you were done with the songs”, Jeonghan said quietly. 

Jihoon nodded. “I was. It’s … it’s a long story. I’m sorry I lied to you. I didn’t know what else to do.”

Seungcheol looked less than impressed as he mustered Jihoon, who shrunk under his glare. 

Instantly Seungcheol softened up a bit but his face remained in a rather stern look. “You can tell us at home. And explain to us why you went to work here when the songs were done. You have no reason to be here, you should have been at the meeting if you think you are able to work through this sickness. Are you even sick? I mean, you threw up but … I don’t want to believe it but … was the manager right? Did you just fake and hide out here to have a nice day?”

Jeonghan gave a protesting sound but it was drowned out by Jihoon bursting into sobs again. He couldn’t help it anymore. He didn’t want to lie to them again. Not when Seungcheol apparently already believed he had lied to them for his personal gain. But before he could say anything, explain himself, Jeonghan pulled away, a frown on his face. 

“Lee Jihoon, be honest: Are you sick?”, Jeonghan asked, eyes narrowed.

Jihoon shook his head. That was it. He opened his mouth to continue but …

“I … I can’t believe it”, Jeonghan huffed, his caring attitude instantly turning into anger and he took a step back. Jihoon couldn’t fault him for it. “You faked. You really faked. You made us worry, we made you tea and brought you ice chips and a hot water bottle and even unknowingly helped you lie to the manager … for what? I don’t get it.”

Seungcheol had his arms crossed, looking as intimidating as some fans and hobaes thought he was. “Me neither. What did you have to gain from lying to us? Your songs were done and so you thought you could skip the meeting and practice? You’re not just a producer you know, you’re an idol. Act like one and show up to the more unpleasant parts. I never had expected this from you.”

Jihoon shrunk under their harsh words, feeling worse with every passing second. He had really fucked up. Why did they think so horribly of him? Didn’t they trust him? Would they ever trust him again? They just pushed away the fact that he had thrown up, which they seemingly had not even linked to faking, and yet they didn’t seem to care.

“Speak”, Jeonghan ordered, his voice carrying none of the kindness it had this morning. “Speak, Jihoon. Tell us what has been going on. Why you lied to us and made us do nice stuff for you when you are perfectly fine. Why you thought you could just skip out on your duties, the group’s duties. We don’t like meeting either, you know? Still we went there without complaints.”

But Jihoon was frozen. Every word his hyungs spat at him felt like knives twisting into his very being. What could he even say? No matter what he wanted to say to explain the situation like he had to Bumzu, it wouldn’t leave his lips.

“Jihoon, what were you doing? Bumzu said you were working on songs but you say you were done with them. Were you lying to him too?”

Finally Jihoon was able to speak. 

“I’m sorry”, he forced out but, of course, it was too late. The wrong question and the wrong answer.

“Let’s go home”, Seungcheol said, voice icy, “we will keep pretending you are sick. We can’t have the managers doubting other honestly sick members because of you.”

The ride home in Seungcheol’s car was tense and silent. Jihoon sat in the back behind Jeonghan, curled into himself. He could see how hard Seungcheol was gripping the steering wheel and that Jeonghan was trying not to cry. 

A silent war we never wanted III

[icky-sicky-kpop-sickfics]

I've been lurking around the kpop sickfic tag for a while and have finally built up the nerve to try my hand at writing one. I apologize in advance with how this may turn out as I am not the best at writing.

This one is going to be about Dino from Seventeen suffering from a bad bout of food poisoning. Not sure how long this is going to end up so we'll see. Thank you for listening to my ramblings and please be kind! Now on with the story!

A/N: obviously I don't know what any idol is like in real life so I am doing my best based on how I've seen them act around one another in front of the camera and see them as just characters in a story. In essence, not reflecting on the real idols and how they may be/act in real life.

Part 1:

They were nearing the end of the North American leg of their Be the Sun tour and had just finished up the concert in NYC. Most of the members were too exhausted to do anything afterwards, but Hoshi, Mingyu, Wonwoo and Dino decided to head to a local restaurant close to their hotel for a drink and bite to eat as they were famished.

As they walked inside their jaws dropped at the size of the TVs that were hanging everywhere and the amount of people that had packed themselves inside as late as it was. They were ushered to one of the last empty tables in the far corner of the pub-type restaurant and took their seats. They quickly ordered their beers right as they sat down, and began taking in all the options that were available on the menu.

"What are you thinking of ordering hyungs?" Dino questioned the three sitting around him, a bit overwhelmed by the amount of options and tired from the concert earlier that night.

"I'm just thinking about getting a pub burger, I need something greasy to go with my beer-" Mingyu was the first to speak up. Wonwoo quietly nodded in agreement at that, deciding to order the same thing.

"What about you, Hoshi-hyung?" Dino turned to Hoshi, curious about what the older was thinking of ordering.

"I'm between these two pasta dishes..." Hoshi comments back, pointing them out on the menu. Neither option, nor a burger sounded good to him so his hyungs were of no help narrowing down.

"What are you thinking about getting?" Mingyu asked Dino, curious about what their dongsaeng was thinking of getting after hearing their choices.

Dino was about to respond when their waitress came back to the table and asked if they were ready to order. His hyungs looked at Dino expectantly to see if he was ready and he just shyly nodded, asking to go last.

As the others were ordering, Dino quickly scanned the menu again and decided to just go with a grilled chicken sandwich, opting for something simple. Once it got back around to him, he quickly ordered and handed his menu to the waitress. As she walked away to put in their orders the others gave him a funny look.

"That's all you're gonna get Dino-ya? Why not get something a little more exciting?" Wonwoo quietly teased the younger, a bit surprised by the bland option.

"I just want something that can digest easily since I'm gonna pass out as soon as we get back and Hoshi-hyung and I have a dance practice early tomorrow before we head to our next stop." Dino mused, swigging the last of his beer.

It didn't take long for their food to come out, each ordering another drink to go with the meal as well.

The others dug into their meals, clearly content with what they had chosen. Dino took a bite of his sandwich, noticing a slightly sour taste as he swallowed. He thought he had just ordered a plain one, but didn't think much of it as he attempted to keep up with his hyungs.

Once they were finished they paid the bill and began walking back towards their hotel. Wonwoo and Mingyu walked slightly ahead, talking about who knows what.

Hoshi was in the middle of discussing their plan for practice in the morning, but if Dino was going to be honest, he was only half paying attention. It had been about 20 minutes since they had left the restaurant, and he was finding it harder and harder to walk. His stomach felt really heavy and a bit bloated, making it almost hard to breathe. He wondered why he felt as such since he had eaten so light, but just assumed it was the beer sitting a bit heavy.

Dino was just about to respond to Hoshi's plans when all of a sudden his stomach let out a wet gurgle. Hoshi glanced down at his dongsaeng, chuckling slightly as the younger blushed shyly and attempted to shy away.

"How are you still hungry after all that?" Hoshi commented, a puzzled look on his face.

"I...I'm not, at least I don't think so..." Dino stammered, trying to figure out if he actually was or not. "Maybe I should've gotten an extra side since we worked so hard today. I'll make some ramen when we get back to the room."

"Okay maknae, whatever you say." Hoshi responded, pulling Dino along faster to catch up to the others.

[fics4you]

Can I request a Jeonghan fic maybe with a little bit of angst

We know that he is like a mom to others but he never goes for others for comfort but cries for himself without others noticing so they thinks he is fine but one day he faints during a live so the members are worried or something like that

I'm back everyone!!

Sickie: Jeonghan

Caretaker: seventeen

~slight emeto tw~

I had two Jeonghan fics that were similar enough that I combined them

Jeonghan had been feverish for a few days at this point, but no one else knew, and he fully intended to keep it that way.

He was supposed to film with the rest of the group today, but right now he didn't even want to get out of bed. He was tired, dizzy, shaky, and weak. Anytime he tried to stand up he lost his balance and was forced to sit back down.

As he sat on the edge of his bed, Seungcheol walked past, "Hey Han, are you alright?" The oldest of the group nodded, "just tired" he said, fighting to keep his voice steady, he was dizzy, and his voice had a light tremble to it. Seungcheol raised his eyebrow slightly, "are you sure you're okay?"

"yeah, I'll be down to breakfast in a minute" He assured the leader, he stood up slowly, swaying slightly, but catching himself on his bedside table, he caught his breath and walked slowly, he was clammy, and shaking, his head was spinning and pounding, he swallowed a gag he rubbed his temples. He slowly moved towards his door, walking slowly, hoping to keep himself steady.

As he walked downstairs, he had to hold himself steady against the wall, "hyung, are you alright?" Jeonghan heard Chan's voice. "Yep, just got a little dizzy."

"that's not good. Are you sure you're okay?"

"yeah, just think I'm a little sleepy. Jeonghan said simply. He let go of the wall in an attempt to prove his point, and he walked downstairs as fast as he could go. Trying not to sway, but he was definitely not doing well.

He arrived at the table and sat down, trying not to show he wasn't losing his balance. "jeonghan... Are you okay" Jeonghan was getting sick of answering the same question over and over again. So with the entire group together, he looked at each of them, "yes, I'm okay, I appreciate your concern, but I'm just a little tired, nothing more" he assured them. They seemed to believe him, Jeonghan was glad, he didn't want his members worrying about him.

A while later the group arrived at the filming location, "hey everyone, I'll be right back I need to use the bathroom" Jeonghan said, the combination of the fever, headache, and the swaying of the car had made him nauseous and he was hurrying to find a bathroom before he threw up in front of everyone. He ducked into a one stall bathroom and gagged, his light breakfast spilled between his lips, he coughed and wiped around his mouth with a tissue, he felt awful. He splashed cold water on his face and went back to find his bandmates.

While under the hot filming lights he felt like he was getting cooked, he was dizzier by the second and his thoughts were fuzzy. As he stood there he saw black dots dance in his vision, he swayed on the spot.

Seungkwan was standing closest to Jeonghan when the eldest made a soft sound, between a cry and. a whimper. After the soft sound, the eldest dropped to the ground without hesitation or warning. Seungkwan and Joshua attempted to catch Jeonghan, but were only able to slow him down so he didn't hit the floor full force.

Once he was laying on the floor a staff member brought a blanket, which was instead used as a pillow, Seungcheol was quick to notice the high fever Jeonghan was sporting. After what felt like a very long time, Jeonghan's eyes fluttered open, once he noticed he was surrounded by his bandmates, he tried to quickly sit up, but ended up swaying and ended up falling backwards, much to his dismay, the maknae was the one to catch him, bringing a wave of embarrassment to the eldest. "I'm sorry guys" his voice was weak and shaking, "it's okay. You didn't do anything wrong." The others assured him, Jeonghan was dizzy and anf nauseous, "can you guys help me" he finally asked, the sick feeling overwhelming his pride.

The others helped him into a sitting position and helped bring his to standing next, they then basically carried him to the car. They drove him home, where they helped him to bed, "I'm tired" he said softly, "you can sleep" Seungcheol assured him, "just rest, you've earned it. We have everything handled here"

[wonustars]

wonwoo bf texts (pt.2 here)

♡ pairing: wonwoo x f!reader.

♡ genre/warnings: mostly fluff/crack, slight suggestive text in the first one, they’re just goofy tbh

♡ a/n: i got this app to make filo au’s but i did this instead cuz i miss my man frs 🙏 please don’t take me seriously i just felt silly it’s literally 2am rn. nothing is real at this time ☺️ (the pogi typings wonwoo agenda is real btw)

[woozi]

first date

[akeminy]

This blog is just about men, men's arms and my depression

and not just any man THOSE MEN

[ishikawayukis]

ver. 0

[sallymew4]

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOURE DOING RIGHT FUCKING NOW

EVERYBODY SHUT UP IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[straykids-17]

SEVENTEEN 'Maestro' m/v

[muntitled]

AND WHAT ABOUT MY DADDY KINK JIHOON???

[fairyniceyeah]

💎 I love my team, I love my crew (Part 1/7)

Title from Super (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: While filming on a small sailing boat a few SVT members start feeling sick - the very contagious norovirus is the most likely reason.

CW: emeto, diarrhea in the context of illness

Sickies: Woozi/Jihoon + Joshua + Minghao + S.Coups/Seungcheol

Caretakers: Wonwoo + Seungkwan + Vernon

💎🐈‍⬛

“Wonwoo-hyung”, a voice called behind the rapper. Wonwoo stopped in his tracks and turned around. 

It had been Seungkwan calling after him, entering the ship’s hallway from the cabin he shared with Woozi, Minghao and Dino. For the next Going Seventeen Episodes they had decided to do a three part sailing experience. Well, it was less sailing and more fun and water-based games in the middle of the open sea. As far as Wonwoo knew, Seungcheol, Jeonghan and Dino were actually swimming at that very moment and Jun and Hoshi had said something about a table tennis match. He himself would be happy to just sit on a recliner and read a book. It was where he actually had been headed before Seungkwan had called him back.

Facing the young vocalist Wonwoo couldn’t help but notice the way Seungkwan was biting his lip in worry and was anxiously playing with the hem of his shirt. He had his legs crossed and leaned against the hall, which struck Wonwoo as very odd.

“What’s wrong, Kwan-ah?”, Wonwoo asked, immediately on alert, striding towards his dongsaeng in three big steps, “are you alright?”

“I’m fine, hyung. Have you seen the hyungs?”, Seungkwan asked, looking down at his flip-flops.

“Uhm, well, I think Cheol-hyung and Hannie-hyung are swimming. I haven’t seen Shua-hyung in some time now”, Wonwoo replied kindly, “is there anything I can help you with?”

“Oh, what the hell”, Seengkwan mumbled, then said louder, “it’s Woozi-hyung. He locked himself in the bathroom. I think he is seasick again.”

That at least explained on two levels why Seungkwan was standing this weirdly and was so fidgety. Wonwoo already felt worried for Jihoon - now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen the vocalist since breakfast and it was after lunch. It wasn’t unusual for some members to skip meals, especially with the heat, but if he truly wasn’t well…

“Why don’t you go use the bathroom in my room?”, Wonwoo suggested, “I’ll go check on Jihoonie.”

“Alright, thanks”, Seungkwan said and hurried towards the room Wonwoo shared with Joshua, Minghao and Seokmin.

With a sigh Wonwoo entered the room Seungkwan had come from. Nobody was inside but he saw the occupied symbol on the bathroom door. He passed the two bunk beds, noticing how Jihoon’s bed sheets were pushed into a ball at the foot of the bed, half-way to falling off. It seemed like the bed’s occupant had been in a rush to leave.

Wonwoo walked over to the bathroom door and rapped against it. He didn’t hear anything from inside and was about to knock again when he received his reply: “Seungkwan, I told you to go away.”

“It’s Wonwoo”, Wonwoo stated, “Kwan-ah is worried about you. Frankly, so am I. Is everything alright?”

Instead of answering, Jihoon opened the door’s lock. Before the producer could decide differently again, Wonwoo pushed the door open, careful as not to accidentally hit Jihoon. The bathrooms on the ship were tiny, but Jihoon had managed to curl himself into such a small ball that Wonwoo had no trouble opening the door. 

While he had expected it, Wonwoo was still taken aback by how awful Jihoon looked. The producer was slumped over the toilet bowl, one arm resting on it and cushioning his head. His other arm was wrapped around his stomach. Long strands of his blond hair were falling into his white face. He looked like he had gone through the wringer.

Jihoon turned around to look at Wonwoo and croaked: “Welcome to the party. The motion-sickness medicine does an awful job though.”

“I’d rather not be invited”, Wonwoo replied, happy that Jihoon seemed at least still able to make jokes. “Did you take other meds than unusual? Normally you feel okay when you take them, don’t you?”

Careful not to step on Jihoon or injure himself on a shelf or the door, Wonwoo sat down next to his younger chingu. Jihoon just shrugged and laid his head back down on his arm. It had been some time since he had been so awfully seasick.

“Have you thrown up?”, Wonwoo asked, daring to put a hand on Jihoon’s back. He supposed that if Jihoon hadn’t wanted comfort he wouldn’t have opened the door for him in the first place. And indeed, Jihoon even leaned a bit into the touch.

“Just, uhm, the sheets, only a mouthful, really”, Jihoon stuttered, flushing bright red, “I woke up feeling so nauseous and well, I uh, threw up a bit. Ever since …” He stopped and swallowed harshly. Speaking seemed to make him feel more sick. “... I’ve been in here. I’m so nauseous, Wonwoo.”

“I’m sorry you’re having such a bad time. What can I do for you?” Wonwoo rubbed his hand up and down Jihoon’s back, hoping it would comfort him even more than the simple hand on his back.

“Can you make it go away?”, Jihoon asked, an exasperated undertone to his light words.

“No, sorry. All out of magic potions”, Wonwoo joked, “I can go ask the staff for more or others meds if you want?”

“I … uh, could you just stay here?”, Jihoon questioned quietly. He seemed embarrassed by the question, despite it being a very legit request in Wonwoo’s opinion. Not wanting to make the producer feel more uncomfortable, the rapper quickly reassured: “Don’t worry, I’ll stay. Would it be okay if I texted staff for meds still?”

Jihoon nodded weakly. “Don’t know if I can take them though. I’m starting to feel really sick again.”

“That’s okay. I got you”, Wonwoo promised and finished up his text message to a manager. “Do you want me to braid your hair out of your face? You might be more comfortable that way?”

“If you would?”, Jihoon whispered. 

Wonwoo just reached over to gather the long, sweaty hair and started to braid.

💎🍊

Seungkwan rushed into Wonwoo’s cabin only to realize that the blinds were drawn and that Joshua was asleep on one bed. As quietly as his bursting bladder allowed, he rushed into the bathroom to relieve himself. 

He exited the bathroom just in time to get scared senseless when the door to the cabin was flung open, admitting Mingyu and Seokmin who were seemingly lightly arguing over something. Seungkwan frantically tried to calm his racing heart and shush them, hoping that by some miracle Joshua was not awoken by the abrupt entrance.

“Kwan-ah, what are you doing in here?”, Seokmin chirped, confused. 

Seungkwan shushed them again, waving his arms into Joshua’s direction, but it was too late. Their hyung opened his eyes, blinking up at them and frowning. 

“Wha’s go’n on?”, he slurred, clearly still half-asleep.

“Great, now you woke Shua-hyung”, Mingyu exclaimed, exasperated. 

“It’s not only my fault. You’re just annoyed that you lost at table tennis”, Seokmin countered.

“Well, you’re a terrible referee”, Mingyu said.

“Maybe you wanna take this bickering outside?”, Seungkwan suggested, still holding his hands to point at Joshua, who was now slowly sitting up.

“Alright, fine”, Mingyu and Seokmin agreed. The last thing Seungkwan heard before they shut the door again was Seokmin mumbling: “It’s not my fault that you were alone after…”

“Sorry, Shua-hyung”, Seungkwan apologized, dropping his arms and walking over to sit next to the older vocalist on the bed. 

“It’s fine”, Joshua mumbled and leaned his head on Seungkwan’s shoulder. “I probably should get up. I didn’t even mean to fall asleep - I just wanted to lay down a bit. My head hurts.”

Internally Seungkwan groaned. It was promising to be a really bad day if Joshua’s headache turned into a migraine, Seokmin and Mingyu kept bickering and Woozi was seasick. Seungkwan just hoped that Wonwoo got further than him with the stubborn producer who firmly believed that anybody younger than him was a baby and not to be involved in his issues.

“Do you want some painkillers?”, Seungkwan asked.

“Please. They are in my bag”, Joshua replied, nodding his head into the direction of the shelf at the headend of his bed and immediately wincing. “Actually, I think I will go back to sleep after I’ve taken them after all. I really don’t feel good.”

Seungkwan nodded and quickly managed to obtain the mild painkillers that Joshua took when a migraine was on its way. Joshua quickly swallowed them with a sip of water and sunk under his blankets. 

💎🐢

Vernon watched the table tennis match with interest. He himself had not wanted to play, enjoying the freetime while listening to music with one headphone on his ear, the other off to know how the game went. Mingyu and Minghao were playing against Hoshi and Jun with Seokmin as the referee. None of them had any real talent, Minghao the best of them but only due to his amazing reflexes. It was fun.

Below them in the water, Seungcheol, Jeonghan and Dino were swimming and snorkeling in the open sea together with a few staff members. Vernon didn’t know why anybody would willingly do that but he hoped they had more fun than Mingyu who was slowly getting annoyed over the table tennis game.

“Hao, I thought you were supposed to be good”, Mingyu groaned as Minghao missed another ball, causing cheering by Jun and Hoshi.

Minghao muttered a reply that Vernon didn’t quite catch, then pushed himself away from the table and left. Hoshi, Jun and Seokmin seemed as confused as Vernon felt. 

“He said it’s too hot to play”, Mingyu said, also a bit stunned, “uh, do we just go on?”

“Jo, Vernon, you wanna join instead?”, Seokmin yelled as if Vernon was on the other side of the boat, not just a few meters away. 

“Nah”, Vernon replied, shaking his head and pulling off his headphones. He had a bad feeling about Minghao - the older would never leave in the middle of a game. Despite his regular meditations he was competitive. “I’m going to get myself something to drink. Have fun!”

The staff had stocked the living room below deck with a tiny bar - a few different sports drinks and some snacks to choose from. Vernon grabbed a Sprite and took a few sips before heading further inside in search of the missing Chinese member. He wasn’t sure what exactly was wrong, it wasn’t like Minghao to be sulky, especially since Mingyu’s words had been just in good fun and he was easy to read. 

The young rapper didn’t even have to go check the cabin he knew Minghao shared with Woozi, Dino and Seungkwan. When he left the living room he nearly collided with Minghao exiting the bathroom across the hall. 

For a second Vernon was confused - if Minghao had just needed to go to the bathroom they could have stopped the game for him. They may have made a bit of fun of him yet ultimately some stuff was more important than games. But then he noticed the way Minghao had his arms wrapped around his stomach and was doubled over. His complexion was ashen gray and he was covered in sweat.

“Hao-hyung?”, Vernon asked and reached out to the unsteady older member. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

“Nonie?”, Minghao asked and lifted his head. His eyes were a bit glazy and it was a bad sign that he only seemed to have noticed Vernon when he spoke. Normally Minghao was so aware of his surroundings. “I … uh… I don’t feel well.”

For a second Vernon contemplated getting Jun or any other of the hyungs, he himself not often in the role of the caretaker of a sick member but Minghao didn’t look good and Vernon didn’t feel right to leave him alone at the moment.

“Let’s sit down, okay?”, he suggested instead, hoping it was the right thing. Minghao looked really bad and so shaky. 

The older nodded and let Vernon guide him to a chair in the living room. He sank down with a wince, still holding his stomach tightly. 

“Can you try to drink something?”, Vernon asked. Maybe Minghao was just a bit sunburned, a bit overheated, and a cold, sugary drink would cure it all. The rapper held out his own bottle of Sprite, feeling a lot out of his depth just standing there watching the other look so unwell.

“I don’t really want to”, Minghao mumbled, “my stomach …”

“Have you thrown up?”, Vernon asked panically. Uh oh, this was not going as he had wanted. Maybe he should have gotten a hyung after all. He really didn’t like vomit.

But Minghao shook his head, flushing and stammered out: “I … I was feeling really hot and my stomach was feeling really upset. I, uh …” 

The last part was muttered and spoken so fast that Vernon wasn’t able to catch it. “Come again?”

“I had diarrhea”, Minghao mumbled, barely louder than before but not as fast. 

Vernon tried to school the grimace creeping up on his face into a neutral expression. There was no reason to make Minghao feel more humiliated than he already was. At least he wasn’t throwing up.

 “Do you feel better now?”, he decided to ask instead. 

“Barely”, the dancer replied, curling into himself more again, “my stomach is still cramping badly. Actually, I think, I need to …” Minghao’s eyes went wide and he pushed past Vernon to hobble to the bathroom again.

Fuck.

💎😇

“I think I’m going to go back to the boat”, Seungcheol said through chattering teeth, “it’s so cold.”

“What are you talking about, hyung? It’s so hot”, Dino exclaimed, swimming up to where Seungcheol was holding onto a unicorn floatie and Jeonghan was floating on his back. The youngest had been happy to swim around the sea, pulling his eldest hyungs with him. Since it was a calm day there were barely any waves in their way and the maknae had been fascinated by the coral reef they had been able to see below them. The ship was anchored in a shallow area in the middle of the sea that day. So they had taken the opportunity to swim in the open sea when offered by the staff. It was fun but also exhausting.

Jeonghan moved from his position on his back to just paddle lazily by the other two. He had to agree with Dino, it truly was warm even in the water. But then again Seungcheol had always easily felt cold. And again, it was exhausting.

“I’m going to join you”, Jeonghan said smoothly and pushed the floatie closer to the ladder at the side of the boat that would take them back up to the deck. “I’m beat.”

“Don’t leave me here”, Dino pouted and quickly followed his hyungs. 

Seungcheol couldn’t seem to get out of the water fast enough. He moved the floatie to a staff member and started climbing up the ladder at a quick pace. It was lucky that a slight breeze of wind had pushed the floatie more to Jeonghan than to the staff member. Instead of climbing directly behind Seungcheol, Jeonghan was a bit away, trying to catch the floatie, when the leader lost his grip on the metal bars and fell back into the water with a splash and a surprised yell that abruptly stopped.

“Cheollie?”, Jeonghan called, feeling adrenaline course through his veins. It was useless, really, since the leader was still submerged when he spoke. Luckily, in the few strong strokes, exhaustion forgotten, Jeonghan needed to get to him, Seungcheol managed to resurface. 

He was coughing badly and clutched at Jeonghan tightly to keep afloat. Dino had swam over too, concerned as well, and together they held Seungcheol up until he managed to stop coughing and spitting out salt water. 

“Are you alright?”, Jeonghan asked, “what happened? Did you slip?”

“Lost my grip”, the rapper replied a bit breathlessly. “Can we go up? I’m really cold. I just wanna get warm.”

They managed to climb up the ladder without any incidents this time. Seungcheol was trembling, from shock or cold or both, but Jeonghan stayed directly behind him. Once on deck, Seungcheol collapsed backwards onto the warm wood, sighing in relief. 

“Are you feeling alright, Seungcheol?”, the main manager, who had likely seen the incident happen from above, asked and came over carrying three towels. 

Jeonghan was surprised by his best friend’s honesty as he answered: “I’ve been better. I’m so cold and my chest hurts from coughing. My stomach feels a bit upset too, I think I swallowed a bit too much of the salt water.”

“Take it easy for the rest of the day and let us know if …”, the manager said but trailed off as a loud voice called: “Hyungs? Hannie-hyung?”

The voice was followed by Vernon’s body as he slid around a corner to reach them. “Oh, I’m glad you’re out of the water”, he said, “Minghao-hyung isn’t feeling well.”

“What’s wrong exactly?”, Seungcheol asked immediately and Jeonghan forgot about Seungcheol to focus on the gasping Vernon. He must have run all across the boat to reach them and he looked frazzled in a way that seemed quite worrisome. What the hell had happened while they were in the water?

“Well, he, uh, he said he had diarrhea earlier and now he locked himself in the bathroom but it sounded like he was throwing up too”, Vernon replied with a frown. Before they had a chance to react the manager’s phone beeped and he read the message that had plopped up.

“Uh oh”, the manager exclaimed and stared at his phone. “Damn. Wonwoo-yah just texted me, asking for meds because Jihoonie is really seasick and threw up.”

“This isn’t good”, Dino said what they all thought. Jeonghan felt a bit of panic start up - he had made sure to get himself and Jihoon the seasickness medication and he himself felt fine. If Minghao was sick too then it was much more likely that Jihoon wasn’t seasick but sick sick. And if two members were sick on this tiny boat… he really hoped it was just food poisoning but he knew they had all eaten the same food and then everybody would be ill by now. A gastrointestinal sickness was much more likely. 

Jeonghan quickly explained his train of thought out loud and the others nodded in agreement, looking as worried as Jeonghan felt.

“What do we do?”, Vernon asked. Jeonghan met the eyes of Seungcheol and the manager for a moment, before nodding.

“I’ll go look for Jun and go check on Minghao with him”, Jeonghan decided, “manager-hyung and Cheollie will go check on Jihoon-ah. Dino-yah, Vernonie, please don’t worry too much. Find the others but only tell Joshua at first, okay? We don’t need worry and panic now.”

ILMTILMC Part II

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[a-woman-of-questionable-morals]

drawing tablet broke

[fics4you]

Hi!!! It's so nice to have another kpop sickfic blog on here! And your fics are really good!! Could you write a Seventeen Dino snzfic with Mingyu as a caretaker?? Thank youuu!

Sickie: Dino

caretakers: Mingyu

You Don't Always Have to Be Strong

It had been a long day to say the least. Chan had been up since 5 am, he went to the gym, then a meeting, then the practice room, skipping lunch he went to another meeting and then back to the practice room.

None of the other members know how busy the maknae had been, it was the groups day off after all. They all had assumed that the maknae had gone out with friends, that was until Mingyu was walking through the building, he had forgotten his sunglasses in the practice room the day prior. When he heard a commotion from the practice room, he was confused, not knowing who could possibly be in there. He knocked but there was no answer so he pushed the door open and saw the maknae stretching on the floor of the practice room, before Mingyu could say anything the maknae ducked towards his shoulder, "ehktchu hh- kktchu hehktchu"

"bless you" the maknae jumped at the sound of the voice. "Hey" the maknae spoke softly, Mingyu picked up on his congested tone and slight rasp. "What are you doing?"

"working" Chan said simply, Mingyu shook his head, you're sick"

"no" the maknae said stubbornly. Mingyu raised his eyebrow in skepticism, "I'm fine" Mingyu went over to Chan and tried to place a hand on the maknae's forehead. Chan tried to move out of the way, but Mingyu's hand firmly on his shoulder prevented it. Mingyu placed the palm of his hand on Chan's forehead, "fever" he said simply, Chan started to protest but ended up getting shut up by his own body when his nose began itching, he quickly turned away from Mingyu, "hh-KtCHu-ehh-KTChhU! Kktchu"

"bless you" Mingyu held his hand out and helped Chan get to his feet, let's get you home. "I'm fine"

"no, you're really not, but that's ok" Mingyu was supporting most of the maknae's weight as they walked out of the building, "you're allowed to be sick, you don't have to be Mr future of kpop all the time. You're allowed to be-"

"hktchu ehh- hhh- ktchu hhktchhu- snf- sorry"

"bless you, no need to apologize, you're allowed to be sick, it's normal." The maknae frowned, he felt upset that his body would betray him like this, he sniffled, Mingyu was grateful that his allergies made him carry tissues everywhere as he handed one to the sniffling maknae. Whether he was sniffling from the sneezes or fighting back tears Mingyu wasn't sure, but he wrapped his arm around the maknae and swept him into a 'bridal carry' and carried the feverish maknae out to his car, the boy seemed embarrassed, but almost grateful, Mingyu placed the maknae in the front seat and handed him a few more tissues, "thank you" he said softly, Mingyu placed a gentle hand on the maknae's forehead, "rest" he said softly, he closed the door and went around to the driver's side, the maknae was already beginning to doze off.

By the time the two got home he was already asleep. Mingyu carried the maknae to his room, getting the maknae situated caused Chan to wake up, "hyung?"

"hey sorry kid, just getting you to bed. But since you're up I'll get you medicine." Chan nodded, he sniffled and took a tissue out of his pocket and blew his nose, which caused him to sneeze a fit of four. "bless you"

"thank you. Sorry"

"once again, no need to apologize" Mingyu said as he left the room, coming back a moment later with a water bottle and two cold and flu pills. The maknae swallowed the medicine down, pulling a grimace on his face at the bitter taste. After he laid down, "can you stay hyung?" The maknae asked softly, clearly embarrassed. Mingyu smiled to himself and he clicked off the light, "of course"

[wonijinjin]

warm covers, sick cuddles

synopsis: you managed to get sick in the summer, what would be better than your dear boyfriend comforting you?

word count: 0.7k | genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship | pairing: wonwoo x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of symptoms of a common cold, wonwoo calls reader ‘sweetheart’

it was early in the morning when wonwoo woke up in your shared bed, the rain from a few hours ago still present on the sidewalks and trees. after sitting up he checked the time on his phone - 6:34 AM - then projected his attention in the direction of the other side of the bed; towards your sleeping form. the crisp morning evident on your skin in the form of goosebumps alarmed him to pull the blanket further above your body, as it had slipped away during the night. he was getting ready to leave the bed to make a surprise breakfast for you, but not without kissing your forehead. his lips touched your skin, and he halted his movements, furrowing his brows. your skin was too warm despite the chilly morning. he brushed away the hair which stuck to your face during your slumber, then placed his hand on your forehead properly, to his dismay sensing the same warmth he hoped was a fluke of his imagination.

when you awoke the sun was already up and shining, the emptiness of the bed next to you making wonwoo’s absence settle into your sleepy brain. you felt shivers run up your spine despite being under multiple layers of covers. just when you thought of getting up a tall figure appeared in the doorway. it was wonwoo, in his hands a fuzzy blanket; the one you bought together and loved the most, holding so many memories of cuddling while watching a movie, or draping it over each other when you waited patiently late into the night to welcome the other home, falling asleep on the couch in the process.

”good morning baby” you said, noticing how your voice sounded hoarse and strained. he left you without an answer, instead walking up to the bed and spreading the fuzzy material on the already existing layers of covers, crouching beside your tired form. “how do you feel sweetheart? you were cold weren’t you?” he asked in a gentle tone.

“how did you know?” you whispered, surprised.

“oh sweetie” he placed the back of his palm on your burning skin again “you are still quite warm, i think you are coming down with something, perhaps a flu. you were shivering when i checked on you, but i thought it was because of how early it was. guess it wasn’t the case judging by your voice and fever.” he stroked your hair gently, the way your face relaxed not going unnoticed by him.

“i don’t feel well wonwoo.” you said with a frown on your face. his eyes softened; he hated seeing you be so unwell. “my poor, sweet sweet baby.” he pouted, worry and care written all over his features. “i will bring you some medicine to help okay?”

“i should’ve expected it, i mean my immune system is not really resistant to the amount of ice cream i eat nowadays.” you joked, the pain in your throat getting stronger.

“i already set up some tea, it is still boiling hot, but when it cools down a bit i will bring it to you. what would you like for breakfast? i didn’t know if you would be up for it, but i made scrambled eggs and toast. i can make something different if that is what you would like.” he smiled, kissing your hairline. you grinned at this; he was so considerate, always taking such good care of you. “it sounds good, thank you.” it could’ve been anything he made for you, you still would’ve said yes. “then just wait here sweetheart, i will bring it to you with the medicine in a moment.” he was getting ready to leave when you grabbed him by the hand. “please, can you stay with me in bed for a bit before that? it can wait.” he kissed your hand and got under the covers, opening his arms, motioning for you to get closer. you landed in his arms, getting sleepier already, the sickness wearing your body out after being awake for such short amount of time. it didn’t take 5 minutes and you were already asleep, being protected by him and the blankets. he looked at your face, kissing your warm cheek, smiling to himself.

“i guess breakfast will be for lunch then.”

[frxxxncx]

|03:25| k. mg.

Everything with Mingyu always felt honeyed, even the fights, the bad and the good moments. You first kissed Mingyu on your third date, you remember his sad puppy-like gaze when you told him on the first date that you wouldn’t kiss him. It made you laugh, but I was a rule you stablished after many disappointments, and you were so happy because it was definitely worth it.

When he kissed you that first time it felt like everything around you disappeared, like it was only the two of you, lips touching and tongues caressing, it didn’t feel lustful, it felt special, intimate, loving and sweet, because everything with him always felt honeyed.

And everything with Mingyu was intense, citrusy and refreshing, like a glass of lemonade or cinnamon flavored gum, there was nothing better than comparing what Mingyu made you feel with sweets.

But also, to match Mingyu loved to have a lollipop buried inside his mouth and you love to kiss him just after he finished them, saliva thick and sweet because of the candy, always a delight for you, eating the sweet from his lips, pinky and glossy was way better, addicting.

If you could eat the sweet delights like that every time, you’d feel more than blessed. Big hands stroking your body softly, hot tongue caressing the inside of your mouth, musky scent emanating from every pore of his body, sugary kisses and arising moans.

There was nothing better, feeling all of him against you, the hotness of his body, his scent, his heart pounding loudly on his chest. You were in love, and maybe that’s why all of it felt so sugary sweet, but you could tell by a fact that Mingyu was crazy about you too, it was something on his eyes, on the way he touches you and speaks to you with such a mellowed tone.

“You taste like strawberry candies” you said enjoying the after taste of your kiss, liking your own lips. You made him laugh, that velvety and delicious laugh that made your belly flutter and you toes curl.

Mingyu made you feel so sensitive that you could feel the sheets under your skin, and all the wrinkles of the fabric on you lower back, on your hands, on your shoulders, everywhere.

Hot, sticky tongue dancing over your skin, tingling, burning.

“There’s not better candy than you” he would say while going down on you, making you blush, not letting you breath, displaying his expertise, moans filling the room, because everything that Mingyu did to you felt glacéd.

His fingers worked you open while your own syrupy arousal would spill all over his chin and hands, and just like a burning fire on your belly the juices now where not only on his hand but dripping down his fore arm, with his fingers he worked you through your high, still caressing your sopping lips with his tongue enjoying the candied mess.

“Thanks for the sweets”.

[akeminy]

So sick of him, if u ask me