#Sick seventeen

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🍊Like the sky

Title from 24H (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: Seungkwan did not want to be always thought of as the kid that puked on the plane next to Na PD. That ship - plane? - had sailed and sunk, though, along with Seungkwan’s dignity. 

CW: emeto

Sickie: Seungkwan Caretakers: Jeonghan + DK/Seokmin + Na PD

Seungkwan was excited. How could he not be? They were flying to Italy of all places. He had never been to Europe before and neither had the members. That alone was more than enough to make him forgive Na PD that they were dragged from their hotel rooms in the middle of the night.

It was really refreshing to navigate an airport without fans swarming them, after all not even the group and most of their managers had known about the flight times being fake. Even the transfer in Incheon (except for Mingyu’s lost and found passport) had been relaxed. Seungkwan still could barely believe that they were doing “Youth over flowers” - or “Nana Tour” as they called it - even as he told his eomma about it, minutes before their flight to Incheon had taken off. 

It was starting to sink in when he sat down in his middle row seat between Vernon and Na PD in the airplane to Rome. While most of the members were exhausted after the concerts and the lack of sleep, Seungkwan couldn’t feel more awake. While Vernon fell asleep next to him, Seungkwan started chatting with Na PD.

Yet by the time lunch was handed out by the flight attendants, Seungkwan was starting to feel tired. He had been in the group celebrating after the concert after all, together with Mingyu, Joshua, Dino and Hoshi. And while most of the others had napped, Seungkwan had stayed awake during the flights. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to sleep, he was just too excited and anxious about their time in Italy.

Vernon woke up by himself from the noise of food getting handed out - or maybe it was just his intuitive sense whenever food was around - and he dug in, clearly very hungry. Seungkwan, for some reason, did not feel hungry at all. He stirred the bibimbap around half-heartedly but couldn’t find it in himself to take more than a bite. It tasted good, but he … well, he felt weird. Off. He couldn’t place it. Maybe he was just tired.

But as he leaned back, intending on rest, sleep still wouldn’t come. No matter how much he tossed and turned, he couldn’t feel comfortable. Maybe it was the motion of the plane? It wasn’t like Seungkwan to dislike planes, per se, but right now he felt the motor whirring to an extreme. 

Restlessness overcame him and he pushed the button to get his seat upright again, taking his earphones off. Maybe moving around a bit would help. They had been trapped on the plane for some hours now after all.

“Oh, Seungkwan”, Na PD said surprised, looking over. The producer had been working on his laptop doing one thing or another, but now he focused on the maknae-line member again. “I thought you wanted to sleep.”

“I did. I do”, Seungkwan admitted, running his fingers through his hair. On his other side, Vernon ignored their conversation, focused on his movie. “I guess I am still on too much adrenaline for that. Can you let me through? I want to walk around a bit, stretch my legs, you know.”

“Yeah, hold on”, Na PD agreed, letting Seungkwan slip past him into the aisle. 

Seungkwan smiled to himself a bit as he wandered down the aisle. In the row in front of his, Dino, Hoshi and Jeonghan were all knocked out asleep. He had seen Dino eat but he was pretty sure that Hoshi, after all his alcohol consumption the previous night, and Jeonghan, always so tired after concerts, had not woken up for lunch. He made a mental note to make sure they ate dinner at least.

He spotted Joshua completely engrossed by a movie on his phone, while Jun was asleep in the middle seat next to a manager. Further in the front, Seokmin took off his headphones as he saw Seungkwan walk past. Next to him, Mingyu was passed out, mouth open and slightly snoring. 

“Hey, Kwannie”, Seokmin said with a wide grin, “I still can’t believe we’re going to Italy together.”

“Me neither”, Seungkwan replied, leaning against the side of Mingyu’s seat. “Manager-nim, how could you betray us like that?”

The manager next to Seokmin laughed. “Don’t whine, Seungkwan-ah. You all wanted a surprise, after all. It worked well, didn’t it?”

“True. Anyways, I will leave you to your devices. I don’t wanna wake Mingyu-hyung and I do want to stretch my legs.”

“Ha, don’t care about Mingyu. He just woke up for lunch and fell asleep again. If he sleeps the whole flight away he won’t be able to sleep tonight when we arrive. In Rome.”

“In Rome”, Seungkwan agreed, “wow, I still can’t believe it. It’s gonna be amazing. Enjoy your movie.”

Seungkwan walked down to the front of the plane, where in the first row Woozi, Minghao and Wonwoo sat. Well, Minghao sat. Woozi and Wonwoo were asleep. Minghao looked up at Seungkwan and waved, taking off his earphone on one ear.

“Seungkwan-ah, what’s up?”

“Just stretching my legs. I feel weird, cagey. Restless. I think I’m just nervous for Italy”, Seungkwan said. “How about you?”

“Well, currently, bored out of my mind”, Minghao replied, rolling his eyes. “I feel like I watched everything already. And my seat mates are … not helpful.”

“Woozi-hyung again asleep the whole flight?”, Seungkwan asked with a laugh. It was well known that Woozi would sleep through any travels if they let him. They couldn’t blame him, he always worked so hard and rest was difficult to come by at some points in his life, especially before tours. So of course he would take any chance he could get to sleep.

“I don’t think he realized how tired he was until he basically passed out the moment he sat down. I actually had to tuck him in.” The dancer shook his head fondly. “Wonwoo-hyung betrayed me after lunch. I think the only thing that helped him stay awake before was the thought of food.”

Seungkwan laughed again. “Maybe get some rest yourself then. Italy is gonna be fun but exhausting too, I believe.”

“Yeah, I will. Try to sleep too, Kwannie. You’re looking really pale and tired.”

With a last wave, Seungkwan walked on, finding the bathroom occupied. No matter. He rounded the middle row in the front where the flight attendants were standing and preparing another drinks cart. There was where he really noticed the shaking of the plane under his feet, causing him to stumble a bit. Nevertheless, he pushed on, set on at least walking up to their row and maybe around again. 

First, however, bathroom. 

The bathroom on the other side of the aisle luckily was free, so he slipped inside, cursing as he stumbled again. What was wrong with him? The lights of the bathroom weren’t even that bright but suddenly they seemed blinding.

Maybe he would just walk back to his seat and sleep after all. Exhaustion hit him like a truck.

He exited the bathroom and walked back, down the other side of the aisle, passing a sleeping front row, Seokmin waving at him, Joshua still staring at his phone but this time with drooping eyes and another sleeping row of members. Without looking up from his phone, Vernon moved his legs to the side, letting Seungkwan crash into his middle seat. 

Seungkwan put his earphones in again and leaned back, though not yet reclining his seat. He took out his phone and put on his comfort playlist. Then, the helpless phone-addict he was, instead of putting his phone away, he opened his gallery and scrolled through his photos. He instantly missed Seungcheol when he spotted the group picture they had taken after the first concert night. It took some time until he could pull himself away from his phone and even by then he couldn’t sleep.

He felt incredibly tired and yet something kept him from entering dreamland. There was a weird feeling in his stomach, one he couldn’t place at all. Well, he didn’t want to place. Because it felt distinctly like nausea. 

Seungkwan wasn’t as prone to motion sickness as other members (cough, Jeonghan, cough, Jun, cough, Woozi, cough, Minghao, cough, Vernon) but flights somehow did it for him. Especially when he was overly tired after concerts and had not slept for quite some time. Which … which fit his situation like a lid on a pot. Surely his late night activities had not helped at all. 

But that couldn't be happening. Not when he was trapped between squeamish Vernon and friendly, but still a stranger and a respected sunbaenim, Na PD. Not when he was looking so much forward to Europe. Not when he had taken his motion sickness meds just in case.

… damn, he had not taken them. He had packed them into his bag at the hotel. The bag that had been taken from him, as bags were not allowed in the program. And in the heat of the moment he had forgotten to take them with him.

If now was not the time but think this, when was? Fuck my life. 

Seungkwan was screwed.

💎

The more he thought about it, the more nauseous and dizzy Seungkwan felt.

His stomach rolled uncomfortably and he was feeling so overheated, he had already rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt as much as possible. He kept his eyes closed, unwilling to inflict the dizziness of open eyes upon himself. 

If he was honest, he hoped that walking around would help him feel better. Sometimes it did. Sitting down made the motion of the plane even worse. 

But in a strange fit of nervousness, he didn’t feel comfortable disturbing Vernon or Na PD again with wanting to pass them. Vernon was half-asleep, as far as Seungkwan had noticed and Na PD seemed to be fighting sleep as well. Seungkwan would give so much right now for the possibility of sleep.

He placed his hand on his stomach and nervously opened his eyes. The black screen in front of him mirrored his patheticness back at him. Seungkwan had to swallow as his own reflection seemed to tilt away. Looking down at the amenity pouch in the net below the TV was an airsickness bag taunting him. Seungkwan looked up instantly, feeling like the sight of it made his nausea actually worse. 

No, it was not the bag at all. He really was not doing well. His mouth started to feel dry and it was then that Seungkwan knew he had lost the battle that had not yet even begun. 

“Hansollie”, he whispered, shaking his best friend’s knee carefully.

Vernon opened his eyes, a bit annoyed but softened when he saw Seungkwan. “You okay?”, he mouthed.

“Yeah”, Seungkwan lied, not willing to make Vernon worry over something that had not yet happened, “I just need to use the bathroom. I think I drank a bit too much water, sorry.”

In all honesty he hadn’t been able to even entertain the thought of swallowing water for some time now but Vernon didn’t need to know that either.

“It’s fine”, Vernon replied and made space for Seungkwan to pass through, “if I fall asleep before you come back, just wake me.”

This time, as he hurried down the aisle, he ignored the members trying to talk to him, if there were any. He didn’t know. The only thing he was focused on was reaching the bathroom in time. 

But as he reached the door he found the occupation symbol on “locked”. Oh no. He stumbled a step back until he hit the opposite wall, pressing a hand to his mouth. This was terrible. He wasn’t sure if he could round the aisle again in time and beside, there was another passenger - an older gentleman who had been terribly confused by the members - heading to it now. 

Seungkwan couldn’t help the slight whimper as his throat tightened and his mouth began to salivate. The nausea was ever present now, unable to be pushed aside for anything. Seungkwan was sure if the person inside didn’t open the door in the next minute he’d throw up right there in the aisle of the plane. The thought alone nearly brought tears to his eyes.

He contemplated waking one of the members in the front row, but with the side of the aisle he was on, he would only be able to reach Woozi - who would not wake easily now that he was asleep. And there was nothing they could do anyways.

Suddenly. The lock clicked and the door opened, showing Seokmin.

“Seungkwan?”, the older vocalist asked, confused, when he saw him, but the maknae was running out of time. 

“Move”, he gasped, going so far to pull Seokmin into the aisle and push past him. He didn’t even manage to make it to the toilet. Sick sprayed from between his fingers as he leaned over the sink, gagging and retching and crying. 

“Oh. Oh. Kwannie”, Seokmin whispered, stunned. Right, the door was still open.

Seungkwan couldn’t answer him, too preoccupied with turning himself inside out. He retched, actually feeling the huge wave of vomit coming up his throat before it splattered into the poor sink that was definitely not made for being puked into. Already it was clogging. Seokmin, too, realized.

One of his hands reached for Seungkwan’s back, gently turning the violently sick member towards the toilet in a moment of respite. With their changed positions Seokmin was even able to close the door behind himself for which Seungkwan was so endlessly thankful.

His knees buckled with the next strain of vomiting and carefully Seokmin guided him to the floor. If Seungkwan hadn’t felt disgusting before, he would have started then. Kneeling in a public bathroom, an airplane bathroom even worse, was without doubt the most revolting thing Seungkwan had ever done. Just the thought sent more vomit up into the metal bowl below him.

“Kwannie. Kwannie”, Seokmin whispered, rubbing his back and using his other hand to hold Seungkwan up by his shoulder, “breathe. You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

Slowly, very slowly, Seungkwan’s stomach calmed down. He spat into the toilet below him and after a few moments he felt well enough to lean back into the comforting embrace of the older vocalist. Seokmin rubbed his shoulder and pressed a kiss to Seungkwan’s temple. 

“What’s happening?”, he asked gently, reaching up to flush the mess away, “did you feel sick earlier too? Are you hungover?”

Seungkwan shook his head, flushing in embarrassment. He wasn’t sure if being hungover would be preferable to being airsick. Maybe. At least he would only have himself to blame.

“I didn’t get to take my motion sickness meds.”

“That explains it.” Seokmin sighed. “Alright, do you feel well enough to go back to your seat? I don’t think staying here will help.”

Seungkwan could only nod in agreement and with Seokmin’s help he managed to stand up, more or less. His vision swirled and he nearly would have fallen if his hyung didn’t wrap a strong arm around his waist. “I got you, Kwannie.”

When they stepped outside after cleaning up they were greeted by a worried flight attendant who mustered Seungkwan up and down before giving him a slight smile. “Not feeling so good, huh?”

“Sorry”, Seungkwan managed, hanging his head. If he wasn’t already so hot from the nausea he was sure his face would be burning with humiliation right now.

“It happens”, she said, “sit down, I’ll get you some airsickness bags and some ginger ale. Do you want some motion sickness pills too?”

“Thank you so much”, Seokmin said, “please, that would be so helpful.”

💎

It was a bit awkward to walk down the aisle together and Seungkwan swore he could feel the eyes of all passengers on him at his walk of shame. It didn’t help that he had to hold onto Seokmin to stay upright, vision swirling and disorienting him.

Minghao was watching them with worry as they passed, as did Wonwoo. They must have woken up from the commotion after all. Seeing how pitiful Seungkwan looked, guessing what had happened wasn’t hard.

“Airsick?”, Wonwoo immediately concluded. Seungkwan didn’t have the strength to reply, more focused on staying upright. He felt Seokmin nod behind him more than he saw. 

Minghao reached over the still sleeping Woozi to gently squeeze Seungkwan’s hand. “Feel better soon. If you need anything, let us know. I will even face Woozi-hyung’s wrath if I have to wake him to help you.”

Seungkwan couldn’t help but giggle wetly. It was always a bit funny when Woozi tried yelling at one of the members (not that he would ever admit that, he liked living, thank you very much), his height just making it look cute. Especially if Mingyu was his victim, then it was just funny to see the taller member basically shrink away, despite their size difference, intimidated. 

“Thanks”, he whispered. 

Seokmin ushered him along the aisle, stopping when they arrived at the row he shared with a manager and the now awake Mingyu, who looked concerned but also a bit weary. He too wasn't a fan of vomit, like Vernon, so Seungkwan couldn't blame him.

The older vocalist quickly informed the worried manager about the situation but firmly told him they had it under control and would take care of Seungkwan themselves. Seungkwan was thankful - while the members were all tired and deserved their sleep - he couldn’t imagine getting taken care of by a manager. 

They walked past Joshua, who was now definitely asleep while holding his phone still playing his movie, and Jun, still sleeping. 

It seemed like Jeonghan and Hoshi had either been woken up by Seungkwan’s earlier hasty escape from his seat or on their own. No matter what, they looked incredibly worried when Seungkwan and Seokmin approached. Seungkwan wasn’t sure what tipped them off that something was wrong but maybe it was his … everything. Jeonghan instantly stood up as soon as they were close, opening his arms. Seungkwan took a step forward and fell into his second-oldest hyung’s arms. 

“Hannie-hyung”, he whispered, clutching the back of Jeonghan’s shirt and pressing his face into his front to hide himself from the world and the ever present dizziness. “I don’t feel good.”

“Seungkwannie”, Jeonghan mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of Seungkwan’s head. “You threw up?”

Seungkwan nodded against his chest.

“Are you hungover or airsick or sick sick?”, Hoshi asked, patting Seungkwan’s arm from where he could barely reach him.

“Airsick, I think”, Seungkwan replied.

“Aish, Kwannie”, Hoshi said, “did the meds not help this time?”

“I didn’t take them.”

“Why would you not?” Jeonghan sounded curious and confused at the same time. “You know how you get on long flights.”

“I know, I know. It's just the … the meds were in my bag.”

Instantly he felt Jeonghan stiffen in anger. It wasn’t the show’s fault, nobody’s fault, it had just been a bad row of decisions. Yet, Jeonghan looked ready to burn something or someone to the ground. Sure, Seungkwan understood where he was coming from and they all knew how overprotective he could be, but he didn’t want a fuss. And he most certainly didn’t want Jeonghan to yell at poor Na PD, who he was eyeing already. 

“Hyung”, Seungkwan said, tugging at Jeonghan’s hand, “I just want to sleep. Stay with me?”

“Of course, baby”, Jeonghan said, his anger leaving instantly. “Aish, what are we going to do with you?” His eyes narrowed on DK. “Seokminnie, have you slept during the flight?”

Seokmin’s eyes widened in return and he shook his head.

“Sit”, Jeonghan ordered, pointing at his own seat. “Sleep. I’ll go sit with Kwannie in the back and Vernon should be far away enough in your seat, I think. We don’t need him to freak out.”

Seungkwan ended up on Seokmin’s lap with Hoshi holding his hand, while Jeonghan woke a confused Vernon and sent him to Seokmin’s old seat by Mingyu. Vernon gave Seungkwan a worried glance but he also hurried away quickly, so making him leave was a good decision. 

“Come here, baby”, Jeonghan said, pulling Seungkwan up again and moving him to his middle seat in the last row. “I know this isn’t really a good space for cuddles but I’ll stay with you, okay? Do you think you could sleep?”

Seungkwan managed to get a second to think about the question when the flight attendant arrived with supplies. She looked really sympathetic to his plight and she even brought ice chips and extra pillows in case he wanted them. Jeonghan gratefully took the supplies, placing the ice chips, the motion sickness pills and the ginger ale onto the tray in front of him, then took all but one airsickness bag and tucked them next to their shared armrest, handing the leftover one to Seungkwan just in case of immediate emergency. The pillows were placed onto Jeonghan’s seat for now, so Seungkwan could get adjusted. 

“Are you comfy?”, Jeonghan asked once everything was arranged for maximum comfort and he thanked the flight attendant repeatedly. 

Seungkwan shrugged. “As comfy as I can be. I’m still so hot and nauseous.”

“Do you need to be sick again?” Jeonghan reached up and brushed Seungkwan’s hair from his face.

“Not yet.”

“So you think you’re going to at some point?”

Seungkwan nodded, feeling embarrassed again. He couldn’t help but be very aware of the fact that Na PD was sleeping beside him. 

Jeonghan sighed and adjusted himself so he sat cross legged on the seat, facing Seungkwan, his back to the aisle. “Do you want to try the pills?”

Seungkwan shook his head. There was no way he could swallow anything right now. 

“Alright. Why don’t you lean back and try to sleep through it? If that doesn’t work, we’ll see how else to help you. I promise I’m gonna stay right here with you.”

💎

Seungkwan managed to doze a bit. He never was truly asleep but he was finally sleepy. And Jeonghan’s hand in his hair was comforting. He thought he heard the older vocalist talk to somebody a few times but he was too tired to open his eyes.

But that state of peace couldn’t hold on for eternity. 

If he had to guess, it was maybe an hour after he had thrown up, when Seungkwan felt his stomach start to churn in that dangerous way again. He opened his eyes panically, pushing himself up a bit from his reclined position. Jeonghan was still sitting next to him and he smiled gently when he saw Seungkwan wake up.

“Hey, baby, how are you feeling?”

“Not good”, Seungkwan groaned, “Hannie-hyung…”

“Oh, oh. Okay.” Jeonghan instantly understood what Seungkwan was unable to say out loud. “Here you go.”

An airsickness bag was placed into his hands, already opened. Seungkwan bent over it, opening his mouth. Spit dangled down his lips but he couldn’t help it. Swallowing was out of the question.

One of Jeonghan’s hands moved to his hair, the second took hold of the bag as well. It was probably a good idea, Seungkwan’s hands felt terribly shaky and sweaty, and he didn’t know if he had the strength to hold the bag on his own. 

A sudden burp had Seungkwan whine in nervousness but then bitterness rose in his throat and filled his mouth, making him feel like he was choking. With a tiny cry, Seungkwan spat the vomit into the bag, triggering another wave to come up. He gagged harshly and loudly, feeling his cheeks heat up. He did not want people to hear or watch but what could he do?

Jeonghan kept whispering sweet reassurances, but Seungkwan was distracted by a hand on his back. Unless his hyung had suddenly grown a third hand, it wasn’t his. And from the direction it seemed to come…

Seungkwan’s musing were interrupted by another burp and more sick spilling into the already pretty full bag below him. He gagged and retched, just trying to get more sick up in hopes it would make his misery end sooner. 

“Let go, Kwan-ah”, Jeonghan mumbled, “I got another bag for you here, if you need it.”

Seungkwan let go of the full bag reluctantly, feeling somebody take it from him. As soon as the new bag was in front of his mouth, Seungkwan retched again but this time nothing came up. He dry-heaved repeatedly until his throat was raw but he couldn’t help it.

“Breathe, love”, Jeonghan encouraged, “it’s okay, you’re done for now.”

Seungkwan groaned but managed to stop the useless heaving. He fell back against his backrest in exhaustion, silent tears streaming down his face. A cold cloth started patting his mouth, cleaning rests of vomit and spit away, and Seungkwan opened his eyes.

Jeonghan was smiling at him but as Seungkwan became more aware of his surroundings he felt horror washing over him. Na PD was awake and, oh God, he was placing the clearly full puke bag into a plastic bag a flight attendant held out for him. 

The famed producer had obviously witnessed Seungkwan’s … episode and now he was even disposing of the evidence. Seungkwan couldn’t help but burst into hysterical tears. It was so humiliating and Seungkwan did not want to be always thought of as the kid that puked on the plane next to him. That ship had sailed and sunk, though, along with Seungkwan’s dignity. 

“Kwan-ah, baby, don’t cry”, Jeonghan whispered, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around the sobbing maknae. Seungkwan buried his face in Jeonghan’s neck, whole body trembling with his cries. “Don’t cry. You’ll make yourself sick again.”

A warm hand came to rest on Seungkwan’s back again, rubbing comforting circles. Seungkwan managed to stifle his cries slowly, aware that he was making a scene. Again. 

“That’s it”, Jeonghan encouraged, pressing a kiss to Seungkwan’s hair, “we know you’re tired and not feeling well, it’s okay.”

As Seungkwan removed himself from his hyung’s arms, pulling his knees to his chest, he became aware that Na PD was watching him and that it was his hand on Seungkwan’s back. 

“I’m sorry, PD-nim”, Seungkwan apologized, bowing his head. It was bad enough that nearly the whole group and the managers were involved. It wasn’t Na PD’s job to take care of Seungkwan.

“Why are you sorry, Seungkwannie?”, Na PD asked, genuine confusion in his voice, “if anybody it should be us who are sorry. Jeonghannie told me that you had meds in the bag we confiscated. I can understand that in the stress of last night you forgot to take it with you, we should have made sure to remind you to take medication with yourselves.”

“I should have remembered”, Seungkwan mumbled, “I know how flights affect me. Besides, I am pretty sure that Joshua-hyung and Woozi-hyung didn’t forget their meds.”

“Everybody makes mistakes or forgets stuff sometimes”, Na PD comforted, still rubbing Seungkwan’s back, “but, yeah, I am pretty sure Woozi at least got his meds with the way he is sleeping. I think the flight attendants were actually worried if he was still breathing.”

Seungkwan laughed at that. He knew Na PD was trying to cheer him up and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it helped. “No, that’s just Woozi-hyung’s speciality of being able to sleep until he is woken. If we hadn’t left when we did, the road manager team would have found him in the same uncomfortable sleeping position at the hotel hours later.”

Jeonghan joined into the laughter. “Kwannie is right. Jihoonie is ridiculous like that.”

Na PD was the first to sober up from the laughing fit, gently asking: “Are you feeling better now, Seungkwan? Is there anything we can do to help you?”

Seungkwan was still a bit embarrassed but he understood that Na PD didn’t care about the situation at all which helped a bit. He nodded. “I am feeling better, I think. I want to try the meds if possible.”

Jeonghan instantly had a pill on hand, pressing it into Seungkwan’s hand and handing him a cup of ginger ale. Seungkwan managed to swallow the pill easily, for the first time realizing how bad his mouth had tasted when the ginger ale took the sour taste of bile away.

“We’re not filming much for the rest of the flight”, Na PD explained, “I think we got good content already. Stay like this if you want to. We should include dinner in a few hours where you probably should get back to your assigned seats to stop confusion on the side of the viewers. If anything happens, I got you, Seungkwannie. Just a few hours left and then we’re in Rome! Fighting, huh?”

“Fighting.” Seungkwan nodded. He curled up on his seat, set on finally getting some rest.

💎

He did end up falling asleep quickly. The next time he woke up was to a female manager waking him to ask if he wanted to eat dinner, which he declined. By that time Jeonghan had returned to his own seat, but it seemed like Vernon and Seokmin had permanently swapped seats.

“Hey, you're awake”, Na PD greeted from Seungkwan’s left. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. Good”. Seungkwan smiled. “Ready for Italy.”

Na PD wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled Seungkwan to rest his head on his shoulder.

“I hope you enjoy it, kiddo. You've worked hard. You deserve it.”

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

Notes (that would probably would require their own post): 

To anybody who has not watched Nana Tour, I will just explain a few things. In the beginning they are pulled from either the karaoke hotel room (Joshua, Hoshi, Mingyu, Seungkwan and Dino) where they were a bit drunk or from their hotel room beds (the rest, except for Seungcheol who knew the plan but didn't join due to his knee injury). They fly from Japan to Incheon and from Incheon to Rome. 

Since I refer to that in the story: 

Woozi was sleeping on top of the covers of his hotel bed, looking like he had just passed out on his bed the moment he entered the room. And he sleeps for the entirety of the like 11 hour flight. Dude was Tired. 

Mingyu lost his passport in Incheon (DK had it) and DK nearly lost his at the end of the flight. 

People, you won’t believe how often I watched the flight scene of Nana Tour Episode 1. At least ten times just to figure out seating arrangements. It was all in good fun though and I feel if I actually knew Korean, I could just say the lines with them now XD 

In case it wasn’t clear in my writing, as far as I have seen, the seating arrangement is as follows, all of them in the three-seat middle row: 

End of First Class

Vernon - Seungkwan - Na PD

Jeonghan - Hoshi - Dino

…

Joshua - Jun - ??? 

…

??? - DK - Mingyu

…

Woozi - Minghao - Wonwoo

Front of plane

What I noticed: 

Seungkwan and Vernon are definitely in the back of first class, you can see the wall directly behind them. 

Jeonghan, Hoshi and Dino are also very much in the back and from the space and angles it looks like they are directly in front of Vernon and Seungkwan. 

When they returned to the plane at the beginning of the flight, after figuring out that DK had Mingyu’s passport all along, the camera passes Wonwoo and goes a few rows before DK and Mingyu are shown, so they must be somewhere in the middle. 

So Wonwoo, Minghao and Woozi are more in the front and from the TV arrangement which differs from the rest of the group’s angles they must have differently designed seats, so they are likely in the very front, which also looks likely to be that way when they exit.

Joshua and Jun are never shown in any spatial relation to the others so I just put them somewhere in the middle, but I think they are further in the back than DK and Mingyu since when exiting the plane Jun at least seems to come from behind them.

The ??? I believe are managers but I don’t know. They weren’t filmed so I took creative liberty with it. Na PD also wasn’t filmed on the flight but when they look for DK’s passport (at the end of the flight), they go back to Na PD’s seat which seems to be in the back. So I concluded he sat next to Seungkwan (also for convenience of the story), since the second to last row is full and everybody else is sitting in the middle row, so he could technically only sit there. 

I feel like I “researched” this so much, I needed to share that with you lol

[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"

[jeonghanic]

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]

You made my dawn - Headache/Hon 🦌

Titel from 1 to 13 (SEVENTEEN)

Previous story: Clumsy/Dear

Summary: “Noona, I don’t feel well” was a sentence Eunji had long since started to dread. Whether it was a headache, an upset tummy or homesickness, she didn’t like those words. It always meant one of her kids wasn’t okay and that was not okay at all.

CW: nausea, gagging

Whumpee: Joshua/Jisoo

“Noona, I don’t feel well” was a sentence Eunji had long since started to dread. Whether it was a headache, an upset tummy or homesickness, she didn’t like those words. It always meant one of her kids wasn’t okay and that was not okay at all.

This time it was Jisoo. The American trainee looked a bit lost, leaning against the doorway to the manager’s lounge. She could instantly tell he truly wasn’t feeling well at all. He was pale, needing the support of the doorway and one of his hands was resting on his stomach, the other shielding his ear.

“What’s wrong, Jisoo-yah?”, she asked, abandoning her cup of coffee and rushing towards him. She gently brushed his hair out of his face, feeling for a fever. He wasn’t warm but instead his skin felt clammy.

He clutched her arm, as if he needed her to keep his balance. She wrapped an arm around his waist and led him further into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. It wasn’t loud but still he flinched.

Once she had him sitting on the couch, she turned to look at him, incredibly worried. 

“My head hurts, noona”, Jisoo whispered, speaking so softly as if his own voice hurt him. “I don’t feel good. Everything is so loud. I feel … uh … my tummy feels weird.”

It was clear that he was struggling with his Korean at the moment and Eunji wasn’t quite able to tell if his voice was slurred from the foreign language or because something was really wrong.

“Do you feel nauseous?”, she asked, mimicking a throwing up-gesture so he understood what she was saying. He nodded, wincing at the motion. He went even more pale.

“I’m going to get you a painkiller, okay? Do you want to lie down?”, she continued quietly. Jisoo nodded and curled up on the couch.

Eunji rushed to the medicine shelf they kept in the lounge, accessible to the managers in case the trainees needed something. She scanned the shelf to find some headache medication. Her eyes fell onto a medication for migraines. It was prescription medication for Jihoon who had been struggling with migraines since he was a child. Glancing back at him, she realized that maybe this wasn’t a regular headache Jisoo was having. 

The paleness? The slurring? The nausea? The sensitivity to sound? It made sense. But she was no doctor. For now all she could do was help him feel better. She grabbed an over the counter painkiller, a bucket (just in case) and a bottle of water, crouching down by Jisoo’s head. She just hoped he wasn’t too nauseous to take a pill.

“Can you take this, hon? It will help you feel better.”

Jisoo opened his eyes and looked at her with wide eyes, studying the package of pills in her hand. He looked nearly frightened.

“Noona, I … I don’t know how”, he whispered.

It hit Eunji like a freight train. Jisoo was still a teenager and a healthy one at that. The possibility that he never had to take a pill, especially one as big as the painkiller one, hadn’t even crossed her mind. It made sense.

“It’s easy”, she promised, “let’s sit up.”

She guided him into a sitting position and handed him the bottle. 

“Put the pill on your tongue and then take a sip of water, then swallow immediately. It won’t hurt.”

“I’ll try, noona”, he said and took the offered pill. He had a look of concentration on his face, twisted by the pain he clearly was in. He put it into his mouth, took a sip of water and tried to swallow. 

It didn’t really work. He instantly coughed, clearly not quite doing it right. He managed to swallow the water but he coughed the slightly dissolved, white pill into his hand, gagging at the taste.

“Oh, Soo, it’s okay”, Eunji soothed, instantly grabbing a tissue and wiping his hand off. 

“I really don’t feel good, noona”, Jisoo whimpered, his voice tiny, “it hurts so bad. I just want it to stop.”

The last word was muttered in English but it was clear what he meant. She understood his frustration and the need for the pain to stop.

“I know, hon. I know. You can try again if you want to. Or would you rather just sleep?”

“I don’t think I can sleep. It hurts. Even my teeth and my eye. And my ears. But I don’t know if I want to try the pill again.”

“How about this? You lie down for now. I’ll close the curtains and make sure it’s quiet around here. You try to sleep and I’ll run to the cafeteria to get you a yogurt to make it easier to swallow the pill. If you aren’t asleep when I’m back we can try it again this way?”

“I don’t wanna be alone, noona”, Jisoo whispered, a tear trailing down his face.

Eunji’s heart broke for him. He was trying so hard to keep it together but he was in a strange country with a language and customs he didn’t truly understand, doubting his place here and not feeling well at all. 

“Okay, I’ll text one of the other managers, okay? I won’t go anywhere.”

Jisoo tearfully nodded. Eunji texted the manager group chat and then closed the curtains to reduce the light streaming in. She even found some ear plugs for his sensitive hearing. Then she sat down on the floor by his head, stroking back his hair as he curled into a small ball of sick teenager.

By the time Minho, a fellow manager, arrived with the requested item, Jisoo hadn’t managed to fall asleep. At least this time, with the consistency and taste of the yogurt hiding the pill, he was able to swallow it. Soon after he finally fell into a restless sleep and when he woke up hours later he felt at least a little better.

Eunji took him to the doctor, holding his hand all the way through and put the doctor's words into easier ones she knew he knew or translated for him whenever he looked confused. He was supposed to keep track if he had more headaches like that.

Six months later, she held his trembling form as he called his mom in far away America, telling her that he had been diagnosed with chronic migraines. She rubbed his back and soothed him when his mom was helpless on the other side of the world. 

When Jisoo’s mom later called her, Eunji promised her that she would take good care of her kid.

Their kid.

Next story: Bandaging wounds/Kiddo

[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???

[frxxxncx]

|03:25| k. mg.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks for the sweets”.