#Sick seventeen

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🐕I can't breathe

Title from HOT (SEVENTEEN)

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

CW: emeto, panic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He couldn’t …

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

He couldn’t …

💎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

💎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His chest … and his stomach.

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

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

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

💎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carats loved them.

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

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - SEVENTEEN

[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-yah? 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"

[kyeomic]

겸 log moments

[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)

[seokminfilm]

it goes like | lee seokmin

♫ pairing, lee seokmin x reader ♫ warnings, fluff, non-idol au, very short, gamer seokmin, lots of kissing and giggling, reader sits in seokmin's lap, one quick mention of wonwoo, seokmin calls reader pet names (darling is used the most), reader is called pretty, mentions of stardew valley, one mention of rizz (I'm sorry) ♫ synopsis, seokmin gives you the attention you had missed while playing stardew valley.

♫ author's note, hi everyone 😞 sadly I've been really busy w school and work so my updates have been dry.....as much as i want to write on tumblr i just don't have the time to anymore 😭 ANYWAYS thank you @realmofclouds for this cute request!! excuse me while i go insane over seokmin for a few minutes okay byeeee

♫ now playing, bus in these streets (thundercat)

♫ word count, 793 | for @kstrucknet

"i've never seen you so interested in a game as you are now, seok. what are you playing?" you sneak up behind your boyfriend, arms slung around his neck in a flash as you kiss and nibble on his earlobe.

seokmin huffs at your ministrations, giggling as he turns around in his swivel chair, shorts riding up on his legs as he smiles up at you.

"hi to you too, darling." seokmin stands up, pulling you to him as he pecks your lips. smothered in his love before you can even take off your shoes, you giggle, sighing happily as seokmin gives you another quick kiss. "how was your day trip?"

"fun, but really tiring. i just wanna lay down with you now." you sigh, stripping yourself of your shoes as seokmin falls back into his chair. his brown hair is fluffy, probably blowdried from a shower, and his face is fresh from his skincare, shining with the pc monitor as he admires you quietly.

"are you tired? i can stop playing if you want." seokmin looked at you with concern in his brown eyes, ready to stop everything to cater to your desires. smiling at him, you shake your head, hands on his face as you kiss his forehead.

"no, i'm not tired, seokmin. if anything, i wanna see what game you're playing. you're going all wonwoo mode right now." you giggle, and seokmin blushes, laughing with you.

you were right about it, too─usually, seokmin would come sprinting downstairs when he heard the door open, ready to greet you as soon as you step indoors. today, though, you had to go to him as he was so focused in on his game. it was cute, seeing your boyfriend so eager to play a game.

"wonwoo mode? i'm gonna tell him you said that," seokmin teases, eyeing you down as you shake your head, kissing his forehead again.

"i'm not lying though! you didn't even come greet me when i got home. my lovesick puppy wasn't waiting for me with big, brown puppy dog eyes." you say with a whine, and seokmin turns red, turning away from you as he mumbles, "lovesick puppy? come on."

"i'm just teasing, i'm just teasing." you reassure him, patting his lap as he smiles at you, nodding. "sit down on my lap, darling. i'm gonna teach you how to play."

nearly hopping up in the air out of happiness, you situate yourself on seokmin's thighs, holding onto the sides of the chair as seokmin pushes himself to the desk.

"this, my love, is stardew valley." seokmin says like he's introducing you to a brand new world─with the bright colors, pixelated style, and cheery music coming from the speakers, it is like a brand new world to you.

"wait, i've heard of this before. what's it like?" you ask, and seokmin takes a second to answer, currently planting some type of seed as he chews at his lip cutely.

"it's like minecraft, but cuter. the pixel style is cute too." seokmin sounds like a little child with the way his eyes sparkle when he calls the game 'cute', and you can't help but laugh, watching him as he walks down to a river, fishing rod out as he stops at the end of a pixelated pier.

"you wanna try?" seokmin asks, offering the mouse to you smile. "can i, seokkie?"

"of course, angel. give it a go." seokmin smiles, letting go of the mouse as he sets his chin on your shoulder, kissing your bare skin as you giggle.

"okay, ummm...so─wait, what do i do?" you ask confused, watching the animation play without being able to retrieve a fish. when you glance behind you, seokmin is smiling at you, seemingly trying to hold back a stream of laughter as you flush.

"why are you laughing at me? i'm trying, i really am," you sigh, and seokmin shakes his head, kissing your ear as he lets his left hand rest on your hips.

"it's nothing bad, darling. you're just really cute." seokmin smiles, and you can't help but grin, letting seokmin have the mouse back.

"you know, i'll just let my little farmer boyfriend do the fishing." you smile, and seokmin chuckles, hand giving your waist a little squeeze as he focuses.

"of course, darling. just sit here and look pretty for me." seokmin's voice is low, unintentionally sultry as he's paying attention to the game at the moment.

feeling your whole body flush with shyness, you sigh, tempted to cover your face before you just huff and whisper to yourself.

"stop trying to rizz me up and plant your beetroot seeds, lover boy."

seokmin giggles at that, and before you know it, you're keeling over in laughter, too.

[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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🐢 I need you

Title from Two Minus One (SEVENTEEN)

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

CW: emeto

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But all Vernon felt was sick. 

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

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

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

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

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

💎

It was his last resolve crumbling. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With a slight whimper, Vernon shook his head. 

He just felt awful. 

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

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

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

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

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

💎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, you don't have to."

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

"Huh?", Vernon asked, bemused. 

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

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

"So, you wanna go back to bed?"

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

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

💎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

💎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

💎

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

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

Notes: Happy Birthday to DK and Vernon!!!

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - SEVENTEEN

[vcrnons]

12 DAYS OF BLACK EYE ↪ DAY 4 | i'm on my worst behaviour, don't stop me now.

[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"

[straykids-17]

SEVENTEEN 'Maestro' m/v

[darl-ingfics]

Lee Chan and His 12 Useful Hyungs

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: Dino (flu)

Caregiver(s): Seventeen

Word Count: 4,315

Notes: Well now... this one absolutely got away from me! I had the idea, meant for each vignette to be short... that clearly did not happen... so hope you enjoy!!!

Chan woke up to a headache. Not a crazy headache, certainly not a migraine or anything. But the kind of discomfort that announced its presence as he sat up, throbbed again when he stood up, and pulsed as he turned on the overhead light. Rubbing at his scalp, Chan pushed on, squinting and wincing his way through his morning routine. But after a few minutes, as he left sleep further behind, the pain subsided to a dull throb Chan could easily forget about. It was an annoyance for sure, yet also nothing that a few painkillers couldn’t fix.

Waking to a headache was common in this line of work, anyway. Didn’t drink enough water yesterday? Headache. Didn’t sleep long enough? Headache. Performed a concert with blaring music and screaming fans the day before? Headache. 

Chan threw back three Ibuprofen capsules and went on his way, grabbing a protein bar for breakfast just as the vans pulled up to shuttle the members to the studio. 

As soon as he stepped outside, Chan winced at the brightness of the sun. An aching pulse shot through his head, and he instinctually clamped his eyes shut. Suddenly, he felt a presence against his head, the brilliance of the sun disappearing from behind his closed eyelids. Chan blinked his eyes open to find the brim of a baseball cap blocking the harsh rays from his eyes. He looked around, noting Jun hanging close to his left side. When their eyes met, the older dancer gave him a soft smile. 

“It’s bright today,” Jun said quietly.

Chan nodded. “It is. But I’m okay. You don’t need to sacrifice your hat for my eyes.”

“Thought it looked cuter with your outfit,” Jun replied. He patted Chan’s shoulder affectionately, winking discreetly. 

The maknae smiled. “Thanks, hyung.” Jun nodded. He was good about noticing the little things like that. 

*

Morning dance practice went as smoothly. But with each successive run through of the new title track choreography, Chan felt his energy flag more and more. Despite the pills he’d taken, the headache from that morning had become a steady pain, beating against his temples. And the pain seemed to be seeping through the rest of Chan’s body the longer he was on his feet. He didn’t notice it right away, but after two hours or so, Chan realized that his entire body hurt. Or, maybe hurt wasn’t the right word. His muscles were tired, overcome by an uncanny soreness. 

During a water break, Chan rolled his shoulder and shook his head, attempting to clear some of the creeping fog away. The action, instead, caused him to stumble, nearly falling to his knees. The only thing that kept him from crashing to the floor was the body he’d fallen into. 

“Woah there!” Seungkwan laughed, catching Chan in his arms and steadying him on his feet. “You good, Channie?”

“Y-yeah.” The dancer shook his head again, plastering a smile on his face. “Must’ve tripped on air…”

“Hey, you can’t be graceful all the time; that wouldn’t be fair to the rest of us,” Seungkwan teased, ruffling Chan’s hair. Chan laughed, swatting off his friend’s hand before continuing on his way to his water bottle. He didn’t see the way Seungkwan’s gaze hardened after he’d passed him, his lips drawing into a tight line as he watched Chan closely. There were perks to having a best friend like Seungkwan, perks Chan didn’t even know he needed yet. 

*

At lunch, Chan slumped down at the table, grateful for the break. He opened his pre-prepared lunch and began eating happily. But after four hearty bites, he felt… full? Chan stared at his meal as if it had wronged him. Sometimes, after particularly hard dance rehearsals or performances, the adrenaline would shrink his appetite. But that wasn’t the case today. 

Chan took another deliberate bite. When he swallowed, though, it hurt. And he choked, coughing around the disturbance. 

He felt a hand on his back as he finally swallowed and caught his breath. Chan met Wonwoo’s worried eyes. “You good, bud?”

Chan nodded. “Yeah. Food went down the wrong pipe.” He knocked a fist against his chest twice, clearing his throat for emphasis. 

Wonwoo gave him a sideways smile. “You’re food taste okay?” He nodded towards the table. “You haven’t eaten much.”

Chan nodded again, a bit more enthusiastically this time. “Yeah, it’s great. I just… I’m still too worked up from practice. You know? Adrenaline stomach?”

Wonwoo snorted. “It feels weird to call it that.”

“It does, but you know what I’m talking about.”

“Right.” Wonwoo smiled again, knocking Chan’s shoulder with his own. “As long as your body has what it needs, okay?” Chan nodded, taking a big bite of his meal in response. Wonwoo’s smile deepened in a way Chan wasn’t aware it could. 

*

The second half of practice somehow felt worse. While Chan had eventually been able to stomach a majority of his lunch, he did not feel recharged at all. In fact, he felt worse than before. His muscles were screaming louder. Each breath tore at his now-most-certainly sore throat. The headache had transformed into a haze around his thoughts that dulled the edges of the world around him.

Chan pushed on, though. He still asked detailed, clarifying questions. But not as many. He still danced through every single run. But he was missing the usual spark that lit all of his dance moves. He considered taking his shirt off three times because it was so hot in the practice room. But no one else seemed overbearingly warm, so he didn’t. Chan didn’t complain, didn’t ask to sit out. He just chugged his water, listened to instructions, and stayed on his feet. 

So, at the end of the day, when Chan was pushed into the middle seat of the van, he didn’t quite mind as it meant he got to lean his head against Seokmin’s shoulder. The vocalist immediately began to play with Chan’s hair, humming a tune only the two of them could hear. The sweet melody swiftly sent Chan into a dreamless sleep. 

Seokmin had to shake Chan several times to wake him up, and the maknae woke up groggy and confused. The vocalist smiled softly, completely endeared by the younger man’s adorable sleepiness. “Hey bud. We’re home. Why don’t we go inside and take a shower, yeah?” Chan nodded, fighting against the heaviness of his eyelids. He allowed Seokmin to guide him from the van and into the dorm, moving on autopilot. The brain fog had gotten worse after his nap. 

*

After taking a quick shower, Chan stumbled to his room, and fell onto his bed. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but he did. For two hours. And he woke up coughing. 

The kind of cough from deep in his chest, which suddenly felt tight and full of gross shit that hadn’t been there a few hours ago. 

After regaining his breath, Chan clutched at his chest, trying to make sense of the world around him. Everything felt too hot, and breathing felt too hard. He ran a hand across his forehead, arm shaking. He felt sick. 

He couldn’t be sick. There wasn’t time for that. 

Chan decided he needed a thermometer. If he had a fever, that would determine if he was actually sick or if this was just a… a dream or something. He pushed himself up from bed, stumbling to the bathroom, feeling curiously out of place and disconnected from reality. 

When he reached the bathroom, Chan opened the drawer where they usually kept the thermometer, and began to shuffle the contents around. He couldn’t find what he needed. He didn’t realize that his cry of frustration was out loud until he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

“Channie, love, what’s wrong?” Joshua asked, eyes wide with worry. 

Chan sniffled, throwing his hands to the side, giving up in frustration. “I don’t feel good.”

Joshua clicked his tongue, placing a cool hand on the younger man’s forehead. He hummed sympathetically as he moved his hand to Chan’s cheek, frowning at the heat radiating from the flushed skin. “You weren’t like this a few hours ago,” the vocalist muttered to himself as he quickly fished the thermometer out of the drawer (it had, after all, been right there.) After slipping the device under Chan’s tongue, Joshua reached for the maknae’s hands, grasping them tight. “This hit you out of nowhere, huh?” As Chan nodded tearfully, Joshua began to work his thumbs in soothing circles around the back of Chan’s hands. 

The thermometer beeped. Chan didn’t move as Joshua reached for the device. His frown deepened upon seeing the number. “Can you tell me more about your symptoms, love?” Joshua asked. 

Chan sniffled again, running his wrist under his suddenly streaming nose. “My throat hurts. My chest hurts. My head hurts. My body hurts.”

Joshua clicked his tongue. “Oh baby.” Chan’s lower lip jutted out. He usually hated being called ‘baby,’ but right now? It made him feel safe and loved. “Let’s get you something for that fever, and then back to bed, yeah?” Chan nodded, allowing Joshua to minister to his needs. He didn’t need to be tough right now. It was late, and he didn’t feel good. He was allowed to love being babied for once. 

*

When Chan’s alarm went off, he was miserable. The cough from earlier had deepened, worsened. He felt no less feverish, no less hazy and foggy and sick. Still, there was work to be done. Chan pushed himself up and out of bed, despite the shivers that wracked his body. Pulled on clothes. Dragged himself downstairs. 

“Absolutely not.”

Chan blinked up at Seungcheol, who had suddenlyappeared in front of him, pressing a firm, cool hand against his forehead. 

The leader clicked his tongue. “Chan, you’re burning up!”

“I’m… I’m okay.” Chan’s tongue felt heavy, making it difficult to get the words out. It also didn’t help that his head felt like it was full of concrete, and breathing suddenly felt like a chore. 

“Sweetheart, you’re sick,” Seungcheol said, hands grasping the younger man’s shoulders. “Go back to bed. I’ll get you out of practice today. Hopefully for the rest of the week.”

“Nooo…”

“Lee Chan, yes. We only have rehearsal today. They’ll have no problem with it,” Seungcheol said authoritatively. He gave Chan’s shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “Your body finally picked a good time to get sick. You have time to rest and recover properly. Take it.” Chan didn’t realize he’d started to cry until the leader wiped a tear from his cheek. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“I’m sorry too,” Chan whispered. He turned to the side, coughing harshly into his sleeve. Felt another wave of tears brimming in his eyes. 

Seungcheol had yet to let go of him. Those hands, while cold on Chan’s skin were blessedly warm against his back as he gently led the younger man back to the stairs. “Come on, hun. Let’s get you back to bed.”

*

Chan did not remember falling asleep, but here he was, waking up. His blankets were a tangled mess around his body, which felt heavy and sticky and uncomfortable. Chan groaned, prompting another cough that left him whimpering. He hated this. He hated this so much.

After taking far too long to detach himself from his blankets, Chan groped around on his nightstand for his water bottle. When he didn’t find it, he felt like crying. Wait, no. He was crying? Over a water bottle? 

“Fuck this day,” Chan whimpered, scrubbing harshly at his nose. He pushed to his feet with more force than necessary, throwing himself off balance and falling gracelessly to the floor. Chan cried out in frustration, hitting the mattress with a fist. 

The door opened with a soft creak. “Channie-bug? Everything okay?”

Chan looked up at the door with a pitiful grimace. “G-Gyu?” he asked, unsure how to make sense of what he was seeing. Everyone was at practice. Weren’t they? What time was it…?

“Yeah, it’s me.” Mingyu crossed the room in two steps and knelt down in front of the younger man, placing a soothing hand in his hair. “Not a hallucination, bud. Cheollie didn’t want to leave you alone, so I’m here for the morning, and someone else will come in the afternoon.” Chan nodded as if that explanation had made it past the congested haze that was his brain. “Do you need something, love? Were you trying to get up?”

Chan blinked. Tried to remember why he got up. How he got here. “I… I don’t know.” He bit his lip as his eyes filled again. Chan gave a frustrated sob. “Why can’t I stop crying?”

“The flu’ll do that you to, bug,” Mingyu’s heart constricted with sympathy as he watched Chan struggle. He reached up to snatch a tissue from the box on the nightstand, gently dabbing at his friend’s cheeks. “Your body’s just reacting to the yuck.”

“Well can it stop?” Chan asked, sniffling bitterly. Mingyu smiled, snagging a few more tissues and offering them to the younger. As Chan blew his nose, Mingyu peeked up at the nightstand again.

“Where’s your water bottle, bud?” 

Chan’s eyes lit up. “THAT’S what I was getting up for!” 

“Perfect!” Mingyu hopped to his feet. “One water bottle, coming right up.” He turned to the door, spun around on his heel to pop a kiss on the top of Chan’s head, and then disappeared out into the hallway.

*

An uncertain amount of time later, Chan awoke to the sound of something crashing in the kitchen, followed by what was supposed to be a relatively quiet curse word. The dancer blinked, cleared his throat, tried to remember where and who he was. 

He remembered Mingyu being there, getting him water and giving him some pills and then practically carrying him to the den to watch a movie, insisting that a change in scenery would be good for him. The rapper had settled Chan onto the arm chair, bundling him up in two blankets (one of which was Mingyu’s personal favorite, and the other was one Hoshi’s mom had made). He’d then put on a movie and settled himself on the couch. Chan couldn’t remember what movie it was. All he remembered was feeling cozy and comfortable listening to the warm sound of Mingyu’s laugh and running commentary. 

That must’ve put him to sleep eventually. Because now Chan was still on the armchair, but the TV was off and Mingyu was no where to be seen. 

The dancer sat up slowly, and turned his attention towards the kitchen. He could see a tuft of silver hair peeking over the counter, could hear a litany of muttered curses. Minghao. 

“Hao?” His voice was a congested croak, far too quiet and foreign to his own ears. But it caught the attention of the man in the kitchen, who instantly shot to his feet. 

“Did I wake you?” Minghao asked with a guilty smile. “Sorry about that. Someone put the pots away in the wrong spot, so they all fell the minute I opened the cabinet.” His smile was bright, but there was venom behind it. Chan felt himself smile. “Any idea who could’ve done such a thing?”

Chan shrugged. “I think I saw Cheollie-hyung doing the dishes the other day? And Hoshi-hyung helping him?”

“Heathens.” Minghao shook his head. Chan smiled harder, pulling his knees up to this chest and resting his chin on top of them. “I’m making you lunch, by the way.”

“Oh.”

“You don’t need to eat all of it. The goal is to eat enough to take more meds. And have left overs you can just heat up when you need them.” 

“Okay.”

“I will also be making you tea now that you are awake and it will not get cold and go to waste.”

“Okay.” 

“I could literally say anything right now and you’d agree, yeah?” Minghao cocked his head to the side, taking note of how flushed Chan’s cheeks were. Yep, the next dose of medicine was imminent. 

Chan grinned, his head falling to the side in a mirror of Minghao. “Yeah.” He sighed. “I love you, gege.”

Minghao beamed at his friend’s adorableness. “I love you, Channie.”

*

Chan was still on the armchair, fading in and out of sleep, when the group came home that evening. Naturally, the door opened to a whirlwind of chaos: laughter, excited voices yelling over one another, shoes thumping against the floor. Minghao immediately yelled at them all to quiet down, which he didn’t seem to see as ironic at all. And no one really listened to him either, instead surrounding Chan with the full force of their attention, asking how he was feeling and filling him in on their daily shenanigans. Chan attempted to listen, but found himself incredibly overwhelmed and unable to process most of the words being thrown at him. So he just simply nodded along. Until a cough bubbled up and doubled him over. 

“Alright, alright, break it up.” Jeonghan’s voice broke through the din. “That’s enough excitement for our Channie.” The vocalist stepped forward, cupping Chan’s face in his hands. “How’re you feeling, lovey?”

“Bad,” Chan answered. “But I’m happy you’re all home.” His voice cracked, and he shrunk out of Jeonghan’s grasp, coughing roughly into his fist. 

Jeonghan pouted, clicking his tongue. “My poor baby.” Instead of brushing him off like usual, Chan just matched Jeonghan’s pout, telling the elder all he really needed to know how truly awful his youngest brother was feeling. “Come on.” He held out his hands, which Chan accepted. Despite the protests of the some of the other members, Jeonghan wrapped an arm around Chan’s shaky frame, and led him lovingly back to his room. 

“Was practice good?” Chan asked as Jeonghan placed him on his bed.

“It went very smooth.” Jeonghan patted Chan’s before he began to buzz around the room. “We reviewed the title track choreo from yesterday. The choreographer actually went back and changed that part you suggested after marinating on the change overnight.” The vocalist gently threw a fresh pair of pajamas on Chan’s lap. “Feel comfortable changing on your own?” Chan nodded and began moving to do just that. “Then we kept cleaning that dance for most of the morning. And in the afternoon, we started unit song choreographies.” Jeonghan paused, helping Chan lift his old hoodie the final stretch off his arms. “As per usual, the vocal unit doesn’t have a ton to do, but we’re also adding a ton of wicked harmonies, so I’d much rather stand around and let our voices do the dancing, you know?” 

“Um-hm.” Chan nodded along as he finished pulling on his new pajama pants. Jeonghan was talking in that soft, honey-like voice that always put Chan to sleep. And on a different day, Chan would accuse the elder of manipulating him. But today… Chan was ready to go back to sleep.

As Chan laid back down and Jeonghan carefully tucked his covers back around him, Seungkwan appeared in the door. “Hey! Why do you get to monopolize the maknae?!” he whined. Chan looked up, hazy and just along for the ride. 

Jeonghan huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s my baby, and I have been deprived of taking care of him in his time of need all day. I’m allowed a little selfishness.” 

Chan giggled a bit to himself, burrowing deeper under the covers as his eyes slipped closed. “You guys are so funny…” he mumbled before nodding off, making both Jeonghan and Seungkwan wish they were filming the exchange to remember just how adorable Chan was at that very moment. 

*

“Oh, you poor thing,” Soonyoung cooed when he came across Chan slumped against the bathtub at two in the morning. 

Chan, pale and sweaty, sniffled pathetically. “I thought it was time to take more medicine… but it just made me throw up.” 

Soonyoung frowned, kneeling down in front of Chan and caressing his feverish cheek. “Your last does was around what? 8pm?” Chan shrugged. “You haven’t felt nauseous before now, right?”

“Right,” Chan confirmed with a tiny nod. “Just after taking the Nyquil…”

Soonyoung snapped his fingers, startling the younger man. “It’s probably cause you took it on an empty stomach.” Chan blinked in surprise. “I don’t remember you eating much yesterday.”

Chan touched his stomach, a look of betrayal on his face. When he met Soonyoung’s eyes again, there was a sheen of tears threatening to spill over. “Why does my body hate me?”

“Oh, lovey,” Soonyoung chirped as he pulled Chan against his chest. He could feel the younger man trembling, from crying or fever or what Soonyoung didn’t know. But it broke his heart to see their dedicated, responsible maknae so out of sorts. He tightened his hold on Chan just a tiny bit more. “How about you come out to the kitchen with me? We can get you something little to eat, and then see if we can get you some more meds? I’ll have a stern talking to with them on your behalf.” 

Sniffling, Chan let out a single laugh. “Thank you, hyung.” He had yet to release Soonyoung from the hug. And Soonyoung wouldn’t let go until he was ready. 

*

At 6am, Chan thrashed awake. He shot up, gasping for air around the gunk settled in his throat. He coughed, and it hurt. His throat burned, lungs throbbed, and his ears rung with the horrific choking sound he could hardly believe was coming from his own body. 

“Hey, hey, easy, easy.” 

Hands were thumping against his back, trying to help clear his airways. And by some miracle, it worked. The fit ended, leaving Chan with the disgusting sensation of loosened phlegm in his mouth.

“Here.” A cup materialized in front of his face, held out by the same ghost hands from before, and Chan spit into it, not caring how gross the whole fucking situation was. He didn’t protest when the ghost hands wiped at his lips with a tissue, or pushed him back to lean against his pillows. 

“You’re okay.” Chan finally turned bleary eyes up to find that his current savior was Jihoon. The producer, who looked like he was on his way to the gym, offered him a reassuring smile. “I heard you yelling in your sleep, but just as I walked in, you woke yourself up. Whatever it was, it was just a dream, love. You’re safe.”

Chan nodded. He felt the tears slipping down his cheeks before he could even register them welling up in his eyes. Jihoon clicked his tongue, thumbing away the water from his brother’s cheeks. 

“I don’t even know why I’m crying,” Chan sniffled, voice terribly quiet. He shifted his legs, suddenly aware of how sweaty his skin was, and how damp the sheets around him were. He grimaced. “Why am I so sweaty??”

Jihoon chuckled, planting a hand in Chan’s hair. “That’s the fever, dummy. On both accounts, actually.” Chan pouted. Jihoon laughed again. “Pouting isn’t gonna fix anything.”

“Well, what else am I supposed to do?”

“You could take a shower? That might help clear all the yuck out, and get the sweat off. And no one will know if you’re crying or if it’s just the water.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” Chan rolled his eyes. “But a shower does sound nice.” 

“Want help with that?” Jihoon asked, genuine concern in his eyes. 

Chan shook his head. “I think I’ll be okay. Go to the gym.”

“I’m gonna wake Seungcheol just in case, so at least someone knows you’re in there.”

“Okay.” Chan paused. “Hyung, I love you.”

Jihoon beamed. “I love you too, bug.”

*

“I’m so over this…” Chan whined, flopping back against the recliner. After his shower that morning, he’d felt almost human again for a good hour. But he’d fallen back asleep at the end of those blissful sixty minutes, and woken up to the stuffy nose from hell. The concrete feeling in his sinuses was back full force, and he’d had a tissue box practically glued to his hand ever since. 

“Well that sucks cause you’re only on day two,” Hansol pointed out, settling onto the couch next to his friend’s ‘contaminated chair,’ as Seokmin had branded it last night (despite Minghao very obviously spraying the chair down with Lysol after Jeonghan had taken Chan to bed. Chan didn’t blame them; he would’ve encouraged such behavior if he’d been in more of his right mind). 

“Useless. Useless and unhelpful,” Chan chided petulantly.

Hansol just laughed. “The two things I strive hardest to be.” Chan scoffed, simply shaking his head. Hansol shook his own head in response, looking down at his phone. 

A few minutes passed before Hansol hear a quiet, “You’re not really useless, you know.” Hansol looked up. Chan was looking down at the chair, tracing its pattern with a finger. “I like to joke that you’re all annoying and overbearing and bully me and stuff. But… but that’s all it is. A joke. Most of the time. Sometimes you really are all those things. Not you, specifically. What I’m trying to say is… thanks.”

Hansol smiled, soft and sincere. “For what, Channie?”

“For giving me your hat when the sun hurts my eyes.” 

Hansol’s smile deepened as he remembered seeing Jun place his own hat on Chan’s head before texting the “13 MINUS CHAN” group chat: ‘maknae’s head hurts & he’s not whining about it. code yellow?’ In just one moment, Jun had correctly predicted the path they were on now, tuning the rest of the members onto their youngest’s frequency so they were all there to catch him the minute he stumbled. 

Chan met Hansol’s eyes then, smiling softly. “I love you, guys.”

“We love you too, bug.”

[seokminfilm]

positions | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warnings, newlyweds au, baby fever, sweet seokmin, pet names (seokmin uses baby, reader uses sweetheart), mentions of children, mentions of baby fever, reader is called a pretty mother, lots of kissing and loving on each other, seokmin soft hours

🪄 summary, seokmin had to have this conversation with you at one point, but he didn't think it would be this soon and this desperate, either.

🪄 author's note, this was suggested by a lyrnon (lyr + anon = lyrnon btw)! i saw this and knew i had to do it because my life would not be complete without this fic in it....anyways, enjoy!! (dad seokmin ftw)

🪄 now playing, positions, ariana grande

🪄 word count, 1004 (omg jeonghan's birthday i'm going insane...) | for @kstrucknet

"They kept telling us congratulations over and over and over again," Seokmin laughs lightly, and you nod, blushing as you settle into bed. No matter how long you and Seokmin are married, you'll never get tired of this giddy feeling you get in your stomach when you get ready to sleep.

"They were all so cute though. I love your nieces and nephews." You sigh, and Seokmin nods as he lays on your chest. You curl his soft, brown strands between your fingers, humming a tune as Seokmin strips himself of his black frames, revealing his pretty eyes and even prettier beauty mark.

Your husband, Seokmin (wow, that was still really weird to even think), had finally taken you to meet his extended side of the family today.

The joy-filled wedding had taken a toll on you, and you had been stuck at home for the past week, sick with a surprise cold (to which Seokmin quickly stepped into his husbandly duties and took care of you to the best of his ability).

Even now, he was still so tender with you, kissing you with little force and always asking to hold your hand wherever and whenever he wanted to. His touch felt different─it was sure and stable, and you loved the feeling of his fingers encasing yours at the most intimate times you think you've ever had with him.

"Seokmin?" You ask softly, scared he's fallen asleep. He's been quiet for the past five minutes, still, warm body against yours.

"I'm still awake, baby, I'm sorry. I'm just thinking." Seokmin's voice is soft, hushed in the sweetest way you think you've ever heard it be. Smiling, you press a kiss to Seokmin's scalp, breathing in his lavender-scented shampoo.

"Thinking?" You repeat, and Seokmin nods, slowly sitting up and taking his head off of your chest as he turns to look at you.

"Thinking about what, sweetheart?" You ask, and Seokmin studies you for a second, his dark brown eyes raking over your figure dwarfed in his windbreaker. It sends him spiraling, feeling like a teenager in high school with the way he's staring at you.

"I'm thinking about you," Seokmin answers, and you smile, grabbing a decorative pillow as you place it in your lap. "What about me?" Teasing, you tilt your head to the side a bit, reveling in the way Seokmin smiles at you.

"It may be too soon though." Seokmin frowns just slightly, pretty face falling just a bit as you shake your head, nervousness building in your chest nevertheless as you shake your head.

"Don't say that, Min. You haven't even told me what it is yet." You smile simply, patting the top of Seokmin's hand as you twist the ring on his finger─your vow and promise to him.

"What if you're not saying that when I actually tell you what I'm thinking about?" Seokmin pouts, lips jutted out as you lean in, giving them a quick peck as you smile.

"No way," You whisper, fingertips grazing Seokmin's jawline as you sigh dreamily, obviously in love with him. "Tell me, Seokmin. Please?"

The question at the end of your confirmation breaks Seokmin even more, and he can't stop himself, finally opening his mouth as he glances away for a split second, as if to try to recollect himself. After a few seconds of silence, Seokmin looks back to you, trying not to shudder when you lean your head on his shoulder, warm breath tickling his neck.

"You'd be such a pretty mother, baby. I just...I feel it in my soul." Seokmin's statement makes your face heat up faster than you thought it would, and you inhale sharply, holding your breath.

"Me? A pretty mother?" You ask in disbelief, and Seokmin smiles, nodding as he shyly looks at the ground.

"When you were taking care of my sister's newborn daughter, I─" Seokmin sighs, eyes locked on yours as he chews at your lip. "I thought of you with my baby in your arms."

You fall silent, unable to really form proper words. You had never seen this side of Seokmin before─it was new, seeing him so flustered and so hushed about one of his many thoughts. He always was one to voice his ideas and voice them loudly, but this...this was different from anything he's ever told you.

"It's really weird, I know. I just..." Seokmin trails off, face heating up as he swallows. "I just really want us to start a family. It would be nice."

Eyes falling to the sheets, your cheeks start to hurt from how wide you're smiling, and you look back up at Seokmin, nearly flinging yourself on him as you hug him tightly. He's obviously surprised, gasp escaping him as you kiss his neck, and he giggles just seconds later, obviously enamored with your reaction.

"How would this be too soon, Seokkie?" You ask, and Seokmin shakes his head, looking down bashfully as he huffs.

"I don't know, I just...I didn't think you would want to take it that far just yet." Seokmin's voice is soft and innocent, and it makes you smile, taking his chin in your hand as you tilt his face up to look at it. His big brown eyes are sparkling with the light of the bedroom, and you can see the sparkles in it as you shake your head.

"I'm ready for anything you are. I love you so much I'd do anything you ask me without thought." You say softly, leaning in as your lips softly graze Seokmin's. His eyes flutter shut, and he sighs under you, hands placed in your lap as he brushes his hands over your thighs.

"Anything?" He asks quietly, voice a low rumble as his thick eyebrows raise into his bangs. You nod, smiling as you kiss the tip of his pointed nose.

"Absolutely anything, Seokmin."

The smile that comes on your husband's face suddenly makes your will to live for him a little bit longer (as if it wasn't already infinitely long).