#Sick seventeen

[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. 

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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 …”

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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"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

[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]

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).

[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]

💎🦖'Cause you, you're my everything

Title from Good to Me (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: Dino seems to be having a migraine though he never has had one before. The members are worried and it gets worse before it gets better.

CW: emeto, migraines, seizures, hospitals and hospital procedures

Sickie: Dino/Chan Caretakers: Wonwoo, Joshua, Jeonghan, S.Coups/Seungcheol (+ others)

Wonwoo ran his hand through his hair as he power-walked through the company halls. He wasn’t having the easiest day - somehow his schedule was incredibly long and there was no real break into later that evening. He loved being busy of course, otherwise he never could have made it as an idol but for the moment he just wished for a bit of space to breathe. He hoped that Seungcheol would go easy on them in the upcoming Hip-Hop Team meeting despite them nearing a deadline and not having as much finished as they probably should have.

He entered the room, Seungcheol already sitting at his laptop while Vernon and Mingyu were snacking on some dried fruits. 

“There you are”, Seungcheol said, looking up. “We were wondering if you got lost in the halls on the way here.”

“Funny, hyung”, Wonwoo replied, plopping down next to Vernon and stealing the distracted maknae’s strawberry he was holding.

“Hyung”, Vernon whined, pouting but just reached into the bag again.

“Sorry, my schedule is just crazy today”, Wonwoo apologized, “I literally had to beg manager-hyung for a break so I could pee earlier before we left the photoshoot.”

Mingyu snickered and Wonwoo was very tempted to throw the strawberry at his head but he refrained just on principle of not wasting food. Instead he rolled his eyes and said: “Well, let’s …”

At that moment his phone rang and he glanced at the caller ID. To his surprise it was Dino. Wasn’t the maknae scheduled to have solo dance practice today? What could he want?

“Sorry, it’s Channie”, Wonwoo said, “I want to see what is up.”

He accepted the call. 

"Hyung?", the maknae’s familiar voice came through the speakers, though unusually quiet.

"Hey, Channie, what is going on?", he asked, stealing another dried fruit from Vernon.

"Where are you?", Dino asked in return.

"Hip-Hop team meeting", Wonwoo replied, confused. He thought Dino knew that, considering they always had meetings on Tuesdays. “Is something the matter?"

"No, it's, uh, it’s fine. Yeah, right, the meeting. I'm having a pretty bad headache, but I'll call somebody else to drive me home. Don’t worry." Wonwoo’s heart clenched at the shaky, stuttering voice of his favorite dongsaeng.

"Where are you?", the rapper inquired. Dino very likely wasn’t in the practice rooms if he wasn’t feeling well, especially if he was feeling so bad he asked to go home.

"Practice room bathroom. Spend the last half hour puking my guts out", Dino sighed.

Wonwoo echoed the sentiment, feeling worry rise. Clearly their youngest was truly not feeling well. But nevertheless, the Hip-Hop team meeting was important and they were thirteen people after all…

"I'm sorry you're not feeling well. Can you try to find somebody else to drive you home? I am so sorry, really. Call me again, if you find nobody else to drive you home, okay?"

"Yeah."

They disconnected the call and Wonwoo looked up at three worried faces. “Channie isn’t feeling well. I hope he finds somebody else to drive him home. Otherwise we might need to reschedule the meeting.”

Seungcheol nodded, eyes full of concern. Soon Wonwoo found himself swamped with the workload, practically forgetting about their conversation.

 💎

Dino, meanwhile, leaned against the bathroom wall. His head was aching, neck muscles sore from tension. He closed his eyes against the bright light. There were motion sensors in the bathroom and he knew he couldn’t stay in this brightly lit room. Little stars were dotting his vision. 

With both hands bracing the wall he carefully stood up, trying to keep his balance. He lifted his backpack on his back, nearly crying from the pain it caused in his neck.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the stall door, again blinking against the bright light, fighting terrible nausea for a moment. Then he stumbled to an empty meeting room, leaving the lights off. It didn’t help much, he still felt awful. 

Dino knew he needed somebody to drive him home. In his wish for his favourite hyung he had totally forgotten about the Hip-Hop meeting. But that meant that next to Wonwoo, Seungcheol, Mingyu and Vernon were out too.

He scrolled through his contacts, contemplating his options. Jun and Minghao were in China. Jeonghan was on a solo schedule. Woozi was likely busy in the studio and he didn’t have a driver's license anyways. Seungkwan would nag too much. He loved Hoshi but he knew he would probably puke in the car considering how his hyung drove. Jeonghan was visiting his parents. So it only left Joshua - not that Dino minded. He loved his gentle hyung and he craved his soft voice if he was honest.

 💎

Fifteen minutes later Joshua knelt down before him and smiled. 

"Hey, let's get you home, maknae", he said and gently helped the dancer to his feet. Once he was sitting in the overly hot car - at this moment Dino decided he hated summer - he shut his eyes and leaned back against the backrest.

"Sorry, baby, the AC seems to be broken", Joshua said apologetically as he put the car in drive. “I meant to get it fixed but we were so busy, you know how it is…”

 Dino didn't answer him, drifting between sleep and wakefulness in the twenty minute drive. He was very glad when they arrived at the apartment, the motion and the heat making him steadily nauseous. The elevator ride up to the apartments - okay, Joshua was taking him to the apartment Dino shared with Jun, DK and Vernon - was nauseating and Dino felt himself break out in cold sweat.

Once Joshua had opened the front door for him - Dino’s own hands were too shaky and his vision too bad to enter the keycode -, he bolted to the bathroom. He retched pitifully as the pain in his head exploded even more. It was probably the worst pain he had ever felt and he felt so dizzy. His mouth tasted awful, he could barely breathe between waves of vomit coming up and his head pounded in time with his heartbeat. Even his ears ached. 

When what was probably minutes but felt like hours was over he noticed a delicate hand on his back, rubbing comforting circles onto his back. Another hand landed on his shoulder and only then did Dino realise he had slowly started tilting to the side. He groaned and resisted the urge to rest his head against the toilet seat.

"You wanna lay down, baby?", Joshua asked worriedly. 

He nodded, well he tried to, but his muscles seized up so badly he let out a very undignified pained grunt. It got the message across anyways and the older man carefully helped him to his feet for the second time that day.

He led him to his bedroom, as he kept his eyes firmly shut, and sat him on his bed. While he struggled out of his sweatpants and shirt, Joshua efficiently pulled the curtains shut. They didn’t black out all the lights sadly. At this moment Dino wished for the blackout curtains they had all chipped in to buy for both Joshua and Woozi for their migraine attacks. If his hyungs only felt a fraction as bad as Dino did at that moment he pitied them. He didn’t know how they survived pain like this on a regular basis and he didn’t even know if it was a migraine he was having but rather a bad headache? After all, normally he didn’t get migraines. 

Once the room was as dark as possible he dared to open his eyes, looking up at Joshua. Due to the darkness and his squinty vision he wasn't really able to see him, only barely being able to make out his silhouette. 

"Thank you, hyung", he breathed.

"Sleep", Joshua replied and gently moved him so that he was laying on his back. "I'll put a bucket on the floor in case you need to be sick again and be in the living room if you need something. You’ll probably want some quiet."

Dino closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him.

 💎

To say that Seokmin was surprised when he found Joshua eating his cereal in his kitchen was an understatement.

His hyung chuckled at his expression. "Close your mouth or you might catch flies", he said.

"Uhm, well, not that I don't like your company, hyung. But why are you sitting in my kitchen? And why are you eating my cereal?”, Seokmin asked and walked across the kitchen and grabbed a spoon.

"Dino has a migraine, I think. I mean, he never had one before but he looked as pitiful as Jihoonie does during his attacks. It’s a pretty bad headache if not. So yeah, I drove him home from the company and decided to stick around should he need something. And I was hungry and I'm not gonna eat Hansollie's stupid healthy stuff."

"Fair enough. How is Channie?"

"Asleep, last I checked. He's been throwing up on and off. Couldn’t even keep the pain meds down."

Seokmin sat down across from her and used his spoon to eat the cereal with her. It was his after all. Joshua just fondly rolled his eyes and pushed the bowl closer.

 💎

“I should probably check on him again”, Joshua said once the cereal was eaten. “You should probably stay here. I know you aren’t the biggest fan of puke.”

He found their maknae tangled in his blankets, his forehead sweaty and creased in pain. His eyes opened when they stepped in.

Joshua sat down next to the maknae and brushed a hand through his soaked bangs. 

"You're really warm, baby", Joshua mumbled, feeling worried. The maknae was getting worse and worse. "I'll get a thermometer, take your temperature and then you should go back to sleep, okay?"

Dino didn't answer, but when Joshua returned he had shifted a bit, the heating pad he had asked for earlier to relax his tense muscles visible under his neck. After putting a plastic cap onto the tip of the thermometer, Joshua carefully slipped it under Dino’s tongue. The beeping sound made Dino whimper and Joshua tenderly carded his hand through his friend’s hair. 

"Sleep", Joshua mumbled and pressed a feather-light kiss on Dino's sweaty forehead before he left the room and returned to the kitchen.

He studied the thermometer and frowned at the reading of 39.5 degrees. "Not good?", Seokmin asked, peering over his shoulder. "Oh, poor baby."

“I’ll bring him an ice pack”, Joshua decided, “and take the heating pad. Even if it helps the pain it’s just making his fever rise. He’ll feel even worse then. I just wished he could have kept down the medication I tried to give him earlier.”

 💎

Three hours later, nearly all members were sitting in the living room. Joshua wasn’t sure how that had happened. When he checked his phone he realised that Wonwoo asked about the maknae in the group chat (maybe Joshua should check his phone more often after all) and Seokmin had answered and now everybody was worried. Jun and Minghao had even jokingly asked if they should book flights back to Korea - though Joshua wasn’t sure how much they were actually joking. 

So now Hoshi, Seungkwan, Seokmin and Joshua sat in the living room. Even Woozi had come out of the studio - a bit embarrassed by his rushing to the maknae’s side but defending his normally tsundere approach to life with knowing bad headaches could be. Jeonghan on the other hand had immediately slipped into Dino’s bedroom, never one to stray far from his hurting kids.

Blessedly all of them were more or less used to migraines and so very quiet when they talked. They had put on a movie that was playing silently in the background, while most of them were working on something or playing on their phones.

They all looked up, as Dino's door opened and their maknae stumbled into the hallway, leaning heavily on Jeonghan.

"How are you feeling?", Joshua asked quietly, from where he was curled up on the couch.

"Urgh", Dino mumbled, but smiled weakly at them. He let Jeonghan move him to the couch, which Woozi and Hoshi had vacated as soon as Dino had appeared. He sank down gratefully and cuddled up to his hyung immediately. Seokmin handed Jeonghan the thermometer who coaxed Dino to open his mouth to take his temperature.

"39.6", Jeonghan read with a frown, "that's not better." 

Woozi returned from the kitchen with a glass of water which he held to Dino's lips, knowing very well that the maknae would be too shaky to hold it himself.

 💎

Dino drank slowly, likely aware that anything could upset his stomach again. The headache was barely better, but he didn't feel like he was going to throw up any second anymore. With a sigh he leaned back against Jeonghan and closed his eyes.

"Yeez, no wonder your head hurts, your muscles are basically rocks", Jeonghan commented as he rubbed Dino’s shoulder. The maknae cursed in pain, as Jeonghan put pressure on his neck, uncaring that his hyung was … well, his hyung. 

"Hands off", he mumbled, "hurts." 

He noticed Jeonghan and Joshua exchanging a glance - probably because normally Dino enjoyed getting massages a lot and would often pester his members for one if he felt like it. RIght ow, he didn’t feel like it. His muscles hurt so much he didn’t think a massage would fix it.

“Stop thinking, let me sleep”, he grumbled and let himself drift off into a light sleep.

However, barely ten minutes later he jolted out of his sleep, stomach tossing and turning. He quickly sat up, but it was too late. Leaning over he retched and threw up the water ... all over Jeonghan. The older, to his credit, just helped Dino lean over further, so that the rest of the sick landed on the floor. Dino was shaking all over and he could barely muster the strength to move back upright, his body so stiff it felt impossible.

He could feel the other gazing at him, probably worried, but Dino wouldn’t care about them. There was vomit all over Jeonghan and the couch and his mouth tasted like dead animal. 

When he was finally done, Dino leaned back against the couch cushions. Only then did realisation hit. He stared in horror at Jeonghan, who just raised his eyebrow and said dryly: "Thank you for sharing that with us."

"Aish, hyung, I'm so sorry." Dino was mortified but Jeonghan just squeezed his arm. 

"It’s not the first time one of you kids threw up on me, love. It's not your fault that I forgot the bucket in your room." 

 💎

Clean up was just done, when the door opened, admitting the Hip-Hop team. Immediately Wonwoo jogged over to Dino who was dozing on Hoshi’s lap.

"How are you feeling?", Wonwoo asked quietly, gently stroking the bangs away from Dino' forehead.

"Head really hurts, hyung”, Dino whimpered. “Still really nauseous too.”

"I’m sorry I couldn’t come earlier, kiddo. Do you need anything?"

Dino smiled crookedly, feeling a bit embarrassed. But his bladder had demanded attention for a while and he could no longer ignore it. "I need to use the bathroom. Help me walk over there?"

Wonwoo nodded and lifted Dino to his feet slowly. Once youngest seemed reasonably steady he helped him walk the short distance.

"Remember, don't...", Wonwoo started.

"...lock the door, sit down if I feel dizzy and call if I need anything, I know, hyung”, Dino repeated the words he had heard Seungcheol drill into Joshua and Woozi when they had migraines ever since Woozi had collapsed in the bathroom and it had taken Mingyu’s and Seungcheol’s combined strength to force the door open. 

 💎

A few minutes later the maknae returned, still looking pale and he let Wonwoo lead him back to the couch without any fuss. 

But then he looked up at the flashing police lights from the movie that was playing and froze. Wonwoo looked down at his dongsaeng and quickly grasped Dino tighter as the younger man's knees gave out under him. With a surprised shout that alerted their friends, he lowered Dino to the floor.

He could only stare in shock as every one of Dino' muscles tensed and then … then Dino was seizing.

It suddenly didn't matter how long Seungcheol had been on his feet that day apparently (even though he had complained all the way back to the apartment), as he was the first on his knees next to Dino. 

Quickly the leader turned the seizing maknae on his side. Wonwoo was only able to stare at what was happening in front of his feet. His dongsaeng, his Channie, was jerking in unrealistic ways that frightened him to the bone. It was the first seizure Wonwoo ever witnessed and he had never once imagined it to be as awful as it looked.

"Wonwoo-yah, let’s take a step back", Jeonghan said, suddenly next to him, his own voice trembling, "Cheollie and Jihoonie are helping him and Soonyoungie is on the phone with the emergency services." 

Numbly Wonwoo watched how Seungcheol and Woozi tried to help the maknae, placing pillows against the walls. Hoshi indeed seemed to be on the phone and Seungkwan was staring at his wristwatch. Maybe he was timing the seizure. He couldn’t spot Vernon, Mingyu and Seokmin. 

The next time Wonwoo was aware, paramedics (when had they arrived?) lifted Dino on a stretcher, exchanging quick words with Seungcheol which Wonwoo's muddled brain couldn't make sense of, the leader crying.

Then Jeonghan was kneeling in front of him, no trace of Dino and Seungcheol to be seen. His mouth felt dry, his whole body was numb. He could see Jeonghan's mouth moving, but he didn't hear anything he said. Then Joshua was kneeling next to Jeonghan, his face worried, but a tiny smile on his lips. He looked up and saw all of his friends, except for Seungcheol and Dino and ... oh god, what was happening?

There wasn't enough air in the room, how could the others not notice it? Wonwoo clutched at his throat, trying to keep his turtleneck pullover from choking him any further. He whimpered and then arms were thrown around him and then at last could breathe in a familiar smell. Tears were leaking uncontrollably from his eyes but he clutched Mingyu tighter, pressing his face in his best friend’s shirt. Then sound came back and he was aware of somebody crying and whimpering, but even more so of Mingyu whispering soothing nothingness in his ear.

"'Gyu", he ground out, coughing slightly due to his dry throat.

"Hey, you back with us?", Mingyu asked tenderly, cupping Wonwoo’s face and wiping his tears with his thumb. Suddenly a bit embarrassed Wonwoo nodded. Seungkwan tipped a glass of water against his lips with utmost care and he drank greedily to soothe his parched throat.

"'M sorry", Wonwoo mumbled. “I …”

"Nothing to be sorry about", Jeonghan said. He had stood up and now was standing at the front door, obviously wanting to get to the hospital as soon as possible. "Happens to the best of us. It was scary, I'll give you that." 

 💎

Wonwoo let Hoshi and Jeonghan pull him to his feet and was quite grateful that they didn't let go as his legs still felt like jelly.

They quickly entered Seungcheol's car, Jeonghan in the driver’s seat, Woozi passenger and Hoshi and Mingyu joining him in the back. 

Mingyu pulled him close and Hoshi scooted to the door, so that even with the limited amount of space Wonwoo was able to rest his head on Mingyu's shoulder. Hoshi still held his hand in his, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on Wonwoo’s wrist. The rapper was too hyped to sleep, though he felt his body crashing as the adrenaline died down, but he was able to relax against his friends a bit.

Soon after, Wonwoo found himself in one of the plastic chairs in a private waiting room of a busy Seoul ER. A door opened and Seungcheol stepped in, his limb more pronounced again. Crashing to his knees seemed to have done him in, Wonwoo noted vaguely as Jeonghan rushed over to support him. 

Seungcheol squeezed his hand thankfully and sank down on Jeonghan's vacated chair.

"Dino's awake", he said with a forced smile. They all breathed a sigh of relief but it was short lived. "He is in a lot of pain, but they are running the test quickly. He already had a CT and MRI. They gave him some medication for the seizure, so he's good in that department. He's been freaking out at the prospect of a … I forgot the term but they want to take a sample from his spine fluid. Wonwoo-yah, he’s been asking for you. I told him I couldn’t guarantee it but do you want to go?"

Wonwoo nodded and moved to get up. He needed to be there for his dongsaeng now, especially if he asked for him. He still didn’t feel great, more like he was about to redecorate the hospital floor, but he had to do this. Mingyu squeezed his hand encouragingly and then he stood in the small treatment room.

Dino, pale and shaky, was lying on his side on the gurney, dressed in a hospital gown. He seemed impossibly small curled up like this, even more than normal.

"Hey", Wonwoo breathed and strode over towards Dino. The maknae opened his eyes and looked up at him. 

"Wonwoo-hyung?", he asked, his voice filled with a bit of uncertainty. 

"Yeah, it's me." He gently wrapped Dino small hands in his. Seeing Dino, no matter how he looked right now, calmed him down significantly.

"I'm scared. What's wrong with me?"

"I don’t know", Wonwoo said honestly. "But I am sure the doctors will find out why you are in so much pain and had that seizure"

"Seizure?", Dino asked, panicky. Wonwoo leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Yeah, you had a seizure at the apartment."

"I don't remember", Dino said, closing his eyes again. "Shua-hyung drove me home and I went to bed. The next thing I know I wake up here with a worried Seungcheol-hyung, who looks like he just survived a war."

Wonwoo had no chance to answer as a doctor entered. 

“Good afternoon”, she greeted with a smile. “I’m here to perform the lumbar puncture. Chan-ssi, are you feeling ready?”

“No, but I don’t think I ever will. Just do it.”

"I promise I will be as gentle as I can, Chan-ssi. Relax, please, this will be a bit uncomfortable nevertheless."

"Focus on me, baby", Wonwoo said, running his finger across Dino' cheek, trying to distract the maknae. He nodded at the doctor who injected Dino' back with a local anesthesia. The maknae whimpered slightly and grasped Wonwoo's hand tighter.

 💎

Forty-five minutes later Wonwoo rocked a crying Dino in his arms, after the procedure was finally done. A nurse called somebody to move Dino's bed into a private room and nobody batted an eye when Wonwoo followed them. 

Once Dino was settled into the room, an IV connected to him to give him fluids and anti-nausea medication, Jeonghan and Mingyu appeared in the doorway.

Jeonghan quickly walked over towards Dino and gathered him in his arms in a tender way, kissing his forehead. Mingyu stepped to stand next to Wonwoo and grasped his hand in his, squeezing it tightly.

"Visiting hours are over in half an hour", he quietly informed Wonwoo. The older rapper nodded.

Now that Dino was settled he felt the exhaustion weigh him down and his vision got blurry. 

"Hoshi drove Woozi and Joshua home, pray for them. A manager is waiting for us to drive us back", Mingyu then added.

Wonwoo nodded again and then his knees buckled under him. He was so tired.

"Come on, hyung, sit down", Mingyu mumbled when Wonwoo sagged against him more and more with every second. He moved him to sit at the table in one corner of the room and sat down on the table, so that he could pull Wonwoo's head to lean against his stomach. 

They silently watched Dino and Jeonghan talking to each other, Jeonghan impossibly gentle with their youngest.

A knock on the door startled all of them out of their thoughts and the doctor from before entered the room.

“Good evening. How are you feeling, Chan-ssi?”, she asked.

“Tired. Headachy and tense. Still queasy”, Dino mumbled, his head dropping against Jeonghan’s chest.

"That’s understandable. The tests just came back. They show you have contracted bacterial meningitis. You will receive some antibiotics for the next few days. You should count on being here for at least a week. I’m sure your hyungs will keep you company during visiting hours but you need rest above all." 

With that she walked over and connected Dino's IV to a small bottle of what seemed to be the antibiotic.

"Thank you", Jeonghan said and turned to Dino as soon as the doctor had left. “Dino?”

“Hm?”

“Whose baby are you?”

Dino sighed and rolled his eyes. “Jeonghannie hyung’s baby.”

“That’s right”, Jeonghan said. “You are our baby brother. Don’t scare us like this again. You can count on your hyungs nagging you for the rest of time.”

Dino smiled crookedly. “From what I gathered I think I scared you enough that you’ll all wait on me hand and foot for the rest of time.”

“Brat!”

Notes: Lately I haven't been doing well mentally and especially with work it's been hard to write consistently. So this fic (and likely some future ones) are just rewrites and adjusted Les Misérables stories I wrote. I can assure you it's definitely my own story (even if the account name is different) and I mostly don't like doing this but I still want to present you some fics! This is why it also doesn't quite fit the request I based this fic on - because a) this was already written and b) I only headcanon Joshua and Woozi to get migraines and I needed something that looked similiar to one. I hope you enjoyed anyways!

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

[muntitled]

AND WHAT ABOUT MY DADDY KINK JIHOON???

[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.