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[dudadragneel]

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Spending the night in the bathroom because he got food poisoning

KEEPING HIM COMPANY

Goddamn these hectic schedules and how they affected the members' health.

They were on vacation, finally, and Chan, like always, would spend time with you and then would take you to Australia to stay with his family.

So far the perfect planning for a much-awaited vacation. But things went wrong on day one.

You decided to spend part of the day out and eat lunch at a newly-opened restaurant.

Good decision?

It would later be proved to not have been.

The food tasted delicious and it was quite the generous serving and you both knew the boys would love it if they were there.

You two talked about what you'd like to do while he was in vacation, like dates, romantic nights, trips etc.

Everything was going well, until it wasn't.

By the time you got back to your apartment, Chan was feeling under the weather, which was weird because he was feeling perfectly fine a few hours before.

He had cold sweats and his stomach was churning and gurgling loudly. It was burning and it felt heavy. Yes, he did eat a lot, but it was a different kind of heavy, he felt bloated. Not only felt, it was quite visible.

You were lying down on the bed, watching some series and you noticed Chan was restless, he kept moving and even hissing from time to time.

- Love? Are you okay?

- Yeah...it's just my stomach...it feels weird.

- Weird how?

- I don't know, maybe indigestion? It's kind of burning.

- Well, you ate a lot so it could be. I can make you some tea or do you want some medicine?

- I'm not sure medication is a good idea right now. I'll take the tea.

- Okay.

You left the bedroom to get him some tea to help with the burning sensation in his stomach and hopefully help it digest the food.

When you got back, Chan was curled up, looking like a baby kangaroo.

- Hey~ here's the tea. I didn't add any sugar so it might be a little bitter.

- Thanks... ugh- yeah, that's definitely bitter.

He added, making a disgusted face, earning a laugh from you and then smiling at you fondly.

The tea helped a little, at least in the beginning.

But what was going on inside his body was worse than just indigestion and he'd find that out pretty soon.

⏳

Despite being on vacation you still had one more thing to work on before you were 100% free, so you took you computer to bed and lay down next to Chan with him curling up one more time. Something was making him feel uncomfortable and you knew it wasn't just a simple case of indigestion.

As he was leaning on your shoulder, you started to rub his arm and then stroke his curly hair while he tried his best to focus on you working and ignore the increasing discomfort in his stomach.

He loved to see you so passionate abou your work, just like you did with him, with the countless times you stayed with him in his studio.

But no matter how much he tried, his stomach was in absolute shambles and burning. The awful sensation was growing stronger by the minute and he gave up on trying to deal with it on his own.

- Babe...

- Hmm? What is it?

- Can you rub my stomach? It's hurting really bad...

- Of course, honey. But don't you wanna go to the bathroom?

- No, at least not now.

- Okay, then. Come here.

You put you computer to the side and put another series on TV again while he lay down on your lap.

You started to rub his stomach up and down, and you could feel it rumbling under your touch, as well as how bloated it was.

Chan's expression would turn into one of pain and discomfort every now and then, but he was enjoying the feeling of your hand.

He had one of his hands buried under your thighs because that brought some sort of comfort for him.

But as you kept rubbing his stomach, it let out a loud gurgling noise and Chan unconsciously gripped your thighs and clenched his other hand.

Something was starting to move up inside of him and he could already feel the foul taste in his mouth.

- Honey, can you stop for a while? I'm gonna throw up-

He said covering his mouth to suppress a gag, quickly getting up from the bed and dashing to the bathroom with you following close behind.

He almost didn't make it to the toilet before vomit escaped through his fingers, the lunch he had coming back in disgusting undigested chunks.

- Oh god.

You stood next to him and started rubbing his back which was heaving under your hand, and for some reason felt a little hot.

He kept on retching until more vomit came out, a little thicker this time hurting his throat on the process.

- Oh baby. You're doing good.

You reassured patting his back and kissing the top of his head.

- It feels horrible....

- Do you think it was the food?

- Maybe...we had different dishes-

The sheer mention of food triggered his stomach again, sending more content up.

- There we go, just let it out.

After a few minutes he was left dry heaving and coughing.

- Do you feel any better?

- Not much. It still feels heavy.

- And the nausea?

- It's still here but less annoying.

- That's good enough. Why don't you take a shower? Maybe you'll feel a little better.

- Okay.

- I'll bring you some clothes.

- Thank you.

The shower although good, didn't really help with his situation. The cramps continued, the nausea kept coming and going, exactly like waves. He actually had to bend over the drain a few times but nothing really came up.

He thought that after throwing up he'd feel better but he kept on gagging, so he knew by now this could pretty much be a case of food poisoning.

And he'd soon find out he was right, unfortunately.

Finishing his bath, he was feeling more tired than before and hot, even if he'd just taken a cold shower.

You had gotten the bed ready while he was showering and was waiting for him to join you.

- Did the shower help?

- Not that much... I kept gagging all the time.

- Did you throw up again?

- No, but I'm still nauseous.

- Wanna try some medicine now?

- Yeah.

You gave him a gel capsule of an antiemetic and he gagged when it went down but thankfully it didn't come back up.

He cuddled on you, blanket covering his slightly shivering body and you proceeded to stroke his hair again, playing with it's curls and tracing patterns on his face, noticing it felt a bit hot to the touch.

- Honey, you're a little hot.

- Yeah, I noticed that when I walked out of the shower and I do feel a bit cold, actually.

- Lemme check it. 37.5°C. That's a low grade fever but I don't think it's anything to worry about now. But if it gets higher then you probably got food poisoning.

- I hope not.

- Want something to eat? Soup? Anything?

- I don't know if I can keep anything down but I'm also a bit hungry...

- I'll make something really quick. You don't need to eat everything just a bit okay?

- Okay.

You prepared him some light snacks, which he managed to eat a good amount and it did sit well with his stomach. And then he lay down on your chest again.

You went back to stroking his hair while he gently caressed your thigh and within a few minutes you were both fast asleep.

But the peace didn't last long.

⏳

About 1h30 into the night, Chan broke in cold sweats, his stomach was gurgling again and doing flips, he could feel the contents sloshing around. He tried to change his position but it didn't work.

The nausea he was feeling earlier had gotten really worse and his mouth started salivating. He was shivering which indicated the fever probably got higher.

Something started to creep up his chest and it felt like a burp but when he tried to let it out, he was betrayed by his body as it brought up a little amount of acid liquid. He knew he was gonna throw up sooner rather than later and he didn't want to bother you, so he quietly got out of the bed, suppressing a gag triggered by the sudden movement and locked himself in the bathroom.

⏳

He bent over the toilet but still tried his best to hold it because he knew that the sound would wake you up, and that's the last thing he wanted to do.

Leaving his mouth open, he started off only gagging unproductively and making as little noise as possible.

His body kept rocking back and forth and he was swallowing hard everytime, still trying to prevent himself from throwing up.

But his body really needed to get that out and it didn't matter what he wanted.

His stomach contracted making him gag one more time but he insisted on not vomiting and swallowed it back, but that proved to be a wrong move.

He ended up choking and that triggered a coughing fit which brought out his dinner, splattering in the toilet.

At the moment, he heard you calling out his name.

Shit!

He thought to himself, he knew you were tired and really didn't want to bother you in the middle of the night.

- Babe?

You called sitting up on the bed, taking a few seconds to properly wake up and then you heard a retch and the sound of liquid hitting liquid.

- babe? Are you okay?

You asked with a worried voice getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom.

When you opened the door, Chan was throwing up one more time and you rushed to his side, sitting on the bathtub and started rubbing his back.

- Oh honey...why didn't you call me?

- I didn't want to wake you up.

- Please don't worry about me...

You said, voice sounding concerned with a tiny tone of annoyance.

He coughed up another thick bout that came out of his nose making him choke and gag productively again.

- Oh my dear. That's it, just let it out. You're doing good.

When the next wave came out he ended up swaying forward and you quickly reached out to hold his forehead and noticed it was burning, compared to before.

- Babe, you're running a fever. This is looking like food poisoning.

You said with a worried and sad expression on your face, knowing how the next few hours and days would go by.

- Lemme check it.

You placed the thermometer under his armpit and helped him hold it there.

The numbers were almost alarmingly high, 38.9°C.

- Babe, what else are you feeling?

Chan rested his head on his arm, not really trusting himself to get his face away from the toilet.

- Dizzy, cold, sweating and nauseous.

- From the looks of it, it's definitely food poisoning...

- That's just great...

He said with a sarcastic tone and burying his face in his arm.

- I'll get you some water okay?

He just nodded, gulping down the awful taste in his mouth.

You came back with a bottle of cold water and handed it to him, while sitting back on the edge of the bathtub.

He took a few sips and rested his head on his arm again. You kept rubbing his back and stroking his hair, trying to comfort him.

But his stomach protested against those small sips of water and within a few seconds, it came right back up not giving him time to even change his position.

- Oh honey...

You cooed still rubbing his back again and yawning a bit. But oh boy was that a mistake. He loathed the idea that he cut your sleep short and your yawn just added to that.

- Honey, you can go back to bed, I'll be fine.

- No, Babe, I'm okay, don't worry about me.

- But you're tired, please. I want you to rest.

- Chan, I won't be able to rest knowing that you're sick and puking your guts out.

He chuckled at the last sentence but he was still sad that you were denying good hours of sleep to stay with him.

And again, his stomach was just determined to make him suffer and contracted strongly sending up a thick stream of vomit that soiled the entire inner part of the toilet. Neither the sound nor the sight were exactly pleasant.

After he threw up one more time, you knew for sure it would be a long night and Chan wouldn't be out of the bathroom anytime soon. And you wouldn't leave his side, because although he always wanted to deal with things on his own, deep down inside he subconsciously wanted comfort and he always found that when he was with you.

So you considered all the options and decided to camp out in the bathroom.

- Honey, wait here just a moment.

You went back into the bedroom and got a few blankets and pillows and came back, then organized them on the floor so you could make the spot as comfy as possible.

- What are you doing?

He asked with a raspy voice and a tiny smile.

- Well...you've got food poisoning and I don't think you're leaving this bathroom anytime soon and I won't leave you in here alone so..... we'll "sleep" here.

You answered him with a smile and laughing a little bit, trying to lift the mood.

- I'm sorry for making you do this....but thanks.

Chan said leaning on you and closing his eyes, trying to enjoy the moment of peace his stomach allowed him.

- You're welcome, honey.

⏳

The night was indeed long like you predicted with Chan vomiting more times than you could count and only getting enough sleep. His fever kept oscillating and in-between rounds of vomiting you managed to help him take at least two baths.

When morning rose, both of you were completely exhausted and if any of the boys were to show up at your house, they'd probably be scared because you had a complexion just like Samara's.

But by that time, Chan was feeling a little better or at least well enough to stay in the bedroom with a bucket instead of the cold floor of the bathroom.

You made him breakfast, which he managed to keep down until lunch but then it started again, after all it was food poisoning, just one night of continuous vomiting wouldn't do the trick.

After about 4 days, Chan felt like all the life had been sucked out of him but you made sure he ate every single meal that you made him to regain what he'd lost.

And he made sure you were pampered like you deserved after going through so many sleepless nights with him.

[fairyniceyeah]

🧭🐶 You got me losing patience

Title from Case 143 (Stray Kids)

Summary: Seungmin slips on stage and to make matters worse, it’s because he is already sick with the stomach flu. Getting treatment at the hospital doesn’t go well.

CW: emeto, injuries, blood, needles, hospitals

Sickie/Whumpee: Seungmin Caretaker: Bang Chan + Minho/Lee Know

🧭🐺

“Channie?”, Minho asked as he approached the leader. Chan turned around, the smile slipping from his face as he saw the worried face of his oldest dongsaeng.

“Minho-yah, what’s wrong?”, he asked, abandoning the jewelry he had started taking off. They had just finished their Case 143 Mnet Comeback-Stage and now that the nerves weren’t high anymore, he had looked forward to a relaxed evening. Apparently it wasn’t to be so, judging by the way Minho was chewing on his lower lip.

“Have you seen Seungminnie? Did he go with the medics already?”, Minho asked and for a moment Chan swore his heart had stopped beating in his chest. Why would Seungmin go with the medics? Had something happened he had not noticed? How couldn’t he have?

“Wha … why?”, he stammered, heart pounding faster now, seemingly trying to cancel out the skipped beats.

“Oh, right. You couldn’t have seen. He slipped while doing the spin we do during Changbinnie’s rap. I saw he twisted his ankle but he seemed to be able to continue. Now, however, I can’t find him”, Minho explained. 

“I … no, I haven’t seen him”, Chan said nervously, “I thought he was behind me when we left the stage. Hyung?” He called over a manager. “Did you see Seungmin-ah?”

The older manager frowned and shook his head. “No, I haven’t … you don’t know where he is either?”

Chan and Minho shook their heads. At least the rest of the group hadn’t noticed the rising tension yet. Hyunjin and Felix were sprawled on top of each other on a couch in their waiting room with Hyunjin and Jeongin talking quietly. Han and Changbin were dancing around full of energy, celebrating. All of them were swarmed by staff members carrying make-up kits, fans and towels. 

“No, we uh …”, Chan stuttered. He felt awful. It was bad enough that he apparently was missing a member in a space that - while just for idols - was more public than he liked. The building was huge, it was easy to get lost and there were other groups all around them, all stressed and under pressure. 

Seungmin had never fared that well with emotional stress and confrontations. If he was hurt to add onto that … Chan did not want to think about how the young vocalist must be feeling. 

“Maybe he went to the bathroom”, Chan lied - well, it wasn’t really a lie. Maybe a white lie. There was a chance that Seungmin was in a bathroom after all. “We’ll go look for him.”

The manager, having been with them since the beginning, knew that Chan would never stay back when a member was concerned. So he just sighed and nodded.

“Be safe, stay together and call if you don’t find him in the next fifteen minutes.”

Without any thought to the other five members, Chan and Minho slipped out the door.

🧭🐺

Sometimes Chan hated being right - the building was huge and built like a labyrinth. While he knew that Seungmin had a good sense of direction, he didn’t know what state the younger was in. If he truly was injured he would likely choose to hide, not liking showing vulnerability, especially not surrounded by sunbaes and hobaes.

They had checked the bathrooms first, hoping that maybe Seungmin had decided to hide there. It had been a futile hope - they were crowded and it was clear that Seungmin would never go there then. So they had resigned themselves to walk through every hallway and pray they found their vocalist soon. Chan could tell Minho was nervous and he himself was barely faring any better.

At least they quickly understood the layout of the building. All horizontal hallways going off from the main hall would have waiting rooms at the front, with storage rooms in the back and would end with a dead end. 

The leader had already lost count of how many hallways they had been in hoping that Seungmin was somewhere between the stage and their own waiting room. Had it been five? Six?

“Do you hear that?”, Minho suddenly asked, grasping Chan’s jacket and shushing him. For a moment all Chan could hear was the bustling of a crowded building but then he heard a whimpering sound at the end of the hallway they were in. 

“Do you think that is him?”, Minho whispered, eyes wide.

Chan had never heard Seungmin make such a sound before but they also were running out of options. He was scared of the state he might find the younger in if that would reduce him to … this.

“I … I don’t know. Let’s check.”

They walked towards the end of the hallway, trying to hear where the sound was coming from. It definitely came from the end of the hallway, three or four doors down. The last door was open and the sound seemed to come from there. Grasping each other's hands tightly, they peered inside.

Yet … nothing was inside the room, nothing where Seungmin could hide. 

Yet … the whimpering was louder than ever, now joined by a sniffling sound. 

Stepping outside the room, Chan closed the door with a sigh. He should have known.

There, on the hallway floor, squeezed between the wall and the previously open door, sat their missing vocalist curled into himself with his head buried in his knees. Seungmin looked so young like this, hugging himself tightly.

Minho gasped beside him but Chan paid him no mind, too focused on their youngest.

“Hey, Min-ah”, Chan whispered and knelt down by his dongsaeng’s side. Seungmin ignored him or maybe hadn’t even heard him. Reaching out, Chan gently cupped Seungmin’s cheek with his palm, his pinky under Seungmin’s chin. There was undeniable heat radiating from the younger. 

A fever? Chan wondered briefly how high it was and how that had happened. Had Seungmin been feverish before the stage already? Or was his injury that bad?

They could figure that out later. As Minho sent a text to the manager, Chan lifted Seungmin’s head so they could look at each other. Nevertheless, the vocalist refused to meet his eyes. Up close Seungmin looked even worse - face ashen pale and streaked with snot and tears. Trailing his eyes downward, following Seungmin’s gaze, Chan wondered how he had not noticed the smell earlier. Behind him he heard Minho mutter a worried: “Oh, Min-ah.”

There was a watery puddle of vomit on Seungmin’s pale pink sweater vest, staining it darker. It seemed to be mostly liquid, a bit of what looked like rice visible, but that made it clear how unwell Seungmin truly was. It seemed like he had been feeling sick earlier too - that at least would explain the lack of food in his throw up.

Chan felt his heart break for his ill dongsaeng and at the same time he was beating himself up. How could he have not noticed that Seungmin was not feeling good? But regrets were for later, now they had a sick and injured dongsaeng on their hands.

“Hyungies?”, Seungmin rasped, his voice raw and wet from crying. He sounded awfully young, younger than the sixteen year old Chan had met years ago. There was desperation to his voice and deep, deep exhaustion.

“We’re here, baby”, Minho quickly reassured, kneeling down beside Chan and using his own sleeve to wipe at Seungmin’s wet face. It was cute really, how he was able to quickly change from his loud, boisterous camera personality to the caring and sweet soul only they were able to experience. “We got you.”

Chan nodded at that, stroking back sweat-soaked hair. “We’re not going anywhere. Can you tell hyungs what happened?”

Seungmin looked up at them, eyes watering with tears that spilled over and trailed down his cheeks before Minho was able to wipe them away.

“I … I wasn’t feeling well all day and, uh, I threw up this morning and earlier before sound check. I thought I could push through but then I twisted my ankle during the dance and I was feeling so sick and it hurt and I was so overwhelmed and…” The words spilled from Seungmin’s lips like a waterfall, coming faster with each second and causing him to choke on air. He coughed hoarsely, nearly gagging again.

“Oh, baby. Why didn’t you say earlier?”, Chan whispered, hurting with Seungmin but also so worried why the younger hadn’t trusted him with his sickness. At this point he wouldn’t even have cared if Seungmin had entrusted himself to any of the other members but himself or staff even, just to anybody to stop this from happening. “I could have figured something out.”

“I wanted to … but you were so stressed earlier with Sungie’s anxiety and … and I wanted to perform anyway. It was too late to change things and I … didn’t want to be left out”, Seungmin mumbled.

Chan sighed. He knew it was difficult for his dongsaeng to just stop and prioritize his well-being. He also knew that Seungmin had a hard time with his status as main vocalist even after all the years and felt the need to work harder than anyone else to not let anyone down. It was still hard to see his baby so unwell, alone and hurt in a random hallway after having thrown up on himself.

“I will always have time for you, Min-ah. If not, I will make time. You don’t owe anybody your health either…”, Chan replied, wanting to add more and wipe the insecurity from the younger’s mind. Minho’s hand on his knee stopped him.

“Seungminnie, do you think you can make it back to the waiting room so the medics can look you over?”, the dancer asked, shooting Chan an apologetic glance. I’m sorry for interrupting you but he needs medical intervention before we talk about his mental state. Chan nodded. You’re right.

“Hyung, my ankle really hurts”, Seungmin admitted, “I … I don’t think I can walk.” His lip wobbled dangerously and Chan was quick to intervene before he started crying again.

“How about I piggyback you?”, the leader suggested, “I know it’s not ideal but I really think you should get looked over as soon as possible.”

“Everyone will see…”, Seungmin whispered, looking down at his lap and cheeks turning red in embarrassment.

“Everyone will see an exhausted idol who did his best and needs some help from time to time, like everybody else”, Chan reassured. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time any of the staff or other idols had seen a sick or hurt member from a different group backstage. It was a sad reality in their line of work. “If it will make you feel better, you can take off your sweater? You could wear my jacket instead?”

Seungmin nodded gratefully, cheeks red in embarrassment. Quickly Chan took off his own black performance jacket while Minho helped Seungmin pull the soiled sweater vest over his head. It was not as difficult as they had feared, the sick already having seeped into the fabric and so not at risk of dripping everywhere. Still, it was disgusting - and Chan had to give Minho a lot of credit for schooling his face into a neutral expression. He was so happy his dongsaeng could take the soiled item off. 

Quickly he wrapped the shivering Seungmin into his own warm performance jacket. The stylists would just have to deal with the loss.

“Are you still feeling nauseous?”, Minho asked worriedly, holding onto Seungmin’s hand. The dirty shirt laid abandoned on the floor.

“Kinda, yeah”, Seungmin whispered, swallowing.

“I’ll try to be steady, okay? Let us know if you need a break”, Chan said with a tiny smile. It was not ideal to carry a sick, queasy and easily embarrassed member through crowded halls but they had to make due. 

Seungmin nodded. 

Without further ado, Chan turned around, trusting Minho to help Seungmin on his back. Within a minute he had a warm weight on his back, arms hooked under Seungmin’s thighs and the younger’s face pressed into his neck. He was uncomfortably warm and already Chan was sweating again after the show - Seungmin’s temperature really must be through the roof. Briefly Minho helped Chan to his feet then he vanished to the side, one of his hands on Seungmin’s back in a gesture of comfort.

🧭🐺

The walk back - now that they knew where they were going - was much quicker. To their luck they didn’t meet many people in the hallway, just an idol group they didn’t recognize giving them worried glances. 

Minho opened the door to the waiting room to let them in, only to be nearly bowled over by a worried Han. “Hyung, where were you? The managers wouldn’t say and I was wo … what happened to Seungminnie?” The rapper’s eyes went wide when he saw the younger carried in on Chan’s back. 

The rest of the members stared in shock for a second before rushing over to try to check on Seungmin. Chan felt Seungmin’s grip on him tighten and there was a quiet whimper coming from him. He understood, he too wouldn’t want to be crowded in a situation like this. Seungmin was already overwhelmed and overstimulated - a bunch of rambunctious young men, even if caring and his best friends, wouldn’t do him any good.

“Changbinnie?”, Chan called over the chaos, “please take the others to the car and go home. Minho and I will stay here while Seungmin-ah is getting checked over by the medics, okay?”

Changbin looked rather reluctant to leave the vocalist’s side but he nodded, quickly herding Hyunjin, Han, Felix and Jeongin with the help of a few managers to the door. Soon only Chan, Minho, Seungmin and one manager were left. 

Chan walked over to a couch, carefully setting Seungmin down. The younger immediately curled into himself and as Minho sat down on the floor next to him, he grasped his hyung’s hand tightly. He had his eyes squeezed shut and with the tears on his pale face and red flushes on his cheeks he looked the definition of pitiful. Chan sighed and made Seungmin stretch out his injured leg so he could elevate his foot on a pillow and the armrest of the couch. The younger just whimpered a bit, staying silent otherwise. 

“What happened?”, the manager asked, frowning, and already on the phone with the building’s medics. 

“Stomach flu, I guess”, Chan started to explain, “he said he threw up a few times today and then during the dance he twisted his ankle.”

The manager hummed and gave the information down the line to the medical operator, nudging a trash can closer to Seungmin with his foot.

🧭🐺

They had only waited for a few minutes - Chan at Seungmin’s head and playing with his hair, Minho holding his hand and whispering reassurances, and the manager in the corner to not overwhelm the vocalist - when suddenly Seungmin’s eyes shot open.

“Hyung”, he gasped, flailing around. He hiccoughed and then Minho shoved the bin under his face, seconds before his stomach contents spilled from his lips. The sound of the liquid hitting the bottom of the trash bin was enough to make Chan nauseous just from watching. Seungmin gagged and another wave of brownish vomit came up, splattering into the previous mess.

Tears trailed down the young man’s face as he tried to get a breath in before he threw up again. It was awful to watch.

“Chan, hold this”, Minho said in a small moment of respite, “he needs to sit up more.” 

Chan nodded and held the trash bin under Seungmin’s chin while Minho struggled with helping Seungmin sit upright, without touching his injured foot. It was obvious that the vocalist was really dizzy, clutching at his head in desperation. 

Minho barely had time to sit down next to him on the couch and wrap an arm around him, so Seungmin could lean on him, before the singer gagged harshly. It was a painful sound and Chan didn’t want to imagine how badly it must be hurting his throat. 

More sick came up without much more warning, spraying out of Seungmin’s mouth and nose as the young man sobbed. He was clutching at the bin with white knuckles.

Seungmin had never been good with vomit - despite the frequent migraines he suffered from. When he wasn’t half-blind with pain, vomiting was something that shook the younger to the core. He wasn’t necessarily emetophobic but he also was careful to take care of himself so he wouldn’t be sick. If he was sick despite trying hard to avoid it he always wanted somebody by his side. Still, his insecurities and fears of being a burden to his hyungs, had him ignore his mental well-being before, as he had today.

Chan was just glad he had somebody to hold him now.

“Hyung”, Seungmin whimpered, tearing Chan out of his thoughts. Chan let go of the bin with one hand to soothe the tight grip Seungmin had on the rim. 

“It’s going to be okay, baby, we’re here”, Minho assured, rubbing Seungmin’s back.

As Seungmin panted over the bin, seemingly unsure if he was about to throw up again, the door opened - admitting a medic. 

“Are you done?”, Chan asked gently, trusting the manager to speak with the paramedic before they tried to get closer. In this vulnerable position, Seungmin surely would not appreciate more eyes on him and prying questions.

“I don’t know, hyung, I don’t …”, Seungmin started but was cut off as his throat contracted again and he dry-heaved. It was pretty clear that he was basically empty.

“You’re going to be okay, baby”, Minho whispered, “let go of the bucket, okay? Everything’s gonna be fine.”

He gestured at Chan to take the bin away, which the leader gladly did. He didn’t think he could watch Seungmin so miserable much longer without bursting into tears himself. As he turned back around, Minho had Seungmin straddling his lap and the vocalist’s fist clutching at the stage outfit he was still wearing. Seungmin was crying silently into his shoulder with Minho running circles over his back.

🧭🐺

“Chan-ssi, the paramedic needs to take a look at Seungmin-ah now”, the manager said after a moment. 

Chan nodded and stood up from his position on the floor. “Min-ah”, he said quietly, placing a hand on Seungmin’s shoulder, “I’m sorry but can the medic check on you now? I promise you’ll feel better afterwards.”

Seungmin whimpered and clutched at Minho even more tightly. The dancer looked up at Chan with a worry written all over his face. It was such an un-Seungmin-like behavior but then again, the younger really was not feeling well. It could also be attributed to the fact that he was, after all, burning up.

“Seungmin-ssi”, the young, female medic addressed the vocalist in a comforting voice, “you don’t even need to let go of your hyung, okay? I just need you to turn a bit so I can check your foot over, hm?”

After a few tense seconds, Seungmin nodded and let Chan move him so he was still half on top of Minho but his legs were stretched out so the medic had easy access. Chan settled down on the floor next to them, pushing the disgusting bin away. The manager nodded at him and took it from him, leaving to empty it out. Chan placed one hand on Seungmin’s back and the other on Minho’s arm. The dancer gave him a shaky smile in thanks.

“I’ll take your shoe off now, okay?”, the woman said and Seungmin jerkily nodded. He didn’t make a sound despite the pain, obvious in his tense shoulders and the way he clutched Minho even tighter. 

🧭🐶

Seungmin buried his face in Minho’s chest, wishing he could just melt into his hyung. He was feeling terrible, his stomach churning, his ankle throbbing and even his arm was still hurting. He just wanted to go home. The paramedic was kind and careful but still it hurt when she touched and moved his ankle. Mino rubbed his back and Chan offered his hand to hold.

“Press as tightly as you need, Min-ah”, Chan whispered, “we got you.”

Between all the movement and the fever Seungmin was sure he had, at some point, passed out or at least spaced out all the way. Awareness returned to him when the medic let go of his foot and stood up.

“I can’t tell for sure if it’s broken or not. You need to go to the hospital for a CT or MRI scan to be certain. Until then, you can decide if you want an IV with pain meds first or not. I’d give up oral painkillers if you hadn't been throwing up, especially because they will put a new line in the hospital anyway. But considering your state I’d suggest the IV.”

Four pairs of expectant eyes turned to Seungmin and he shrunk under their glances. He didn’t want an IV. He’s never been a fan of needles and the thought of metal underneath his skin nauseated him. Besides, getting one now and then needing another one at the hospital - no, he didn’t think he could deal with that. He also didn’t want to go to the hospital but he knew none of his elders would allow it and deep down he knew he couldn’t avoid it anyways.

“I’m okay until the hospital.”

“Are you sure, Min-ah?”, Chan asked, kneeling down in front of Seungmin and taking his hands in his, “it will hurt a lot and we don’t know how soon they will take care of you. Being an idol only means privacy at the hospital, not necessarily better or faster service.”

“I’m sure”, Seungmin said, nodding resolutely. His future self would have to deal.

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

🧭🐶

Chan carried him to the company car, gently helping Seungmin get situated while Minho took the opportunity to slip into the other backseat next to the injured vocalist.

“Hey, I wanted to sit next to Seungmin-ah”, Chan complained, pouting a bit. Seungmin shakily laughed at his expression of betrayal. 

“Tough luck, Bang Chan-ssi”, Minho teased and clasped Seungmin’s hand in his. “I want Seungminnie-time too.” 

It was ridiculous seeing the two oldest members play-fighting over him like that but it warmed Seungmin’s heart. It felt good to be loved this deeply. When Chan first approached him about joining his team, Seungmin hadn’t even dared dream of becoming this close to the members. 

The lighthearted atmosphere was soon shattered though. Seungmin didn’t have a tendency to get carsick but with his stomach already upset as it was he felt every movement of the car and every bump in the street. As a rather deep pothole caused a burp to rise up his throat, Seungmin pressed the back of his free hand to his lips, partly nauseous and partly embarrassed. He always felt embarrassed by these bodily functions no matter how long he had been living only with young men roughly his age.

Along with the burp, nausea suddenly bubbled in his stomach again. Seungmin didn’t want to be sick again, he really really didn’t. But the heat that encompassed his whole body and the cold sweat starting to form at his temples hinted at a different outcome. His throat was tight, swallowing suddenly a difficult task. 

Seungmin tapped the inside of Minho’s wrist and bent over, the other arm moving from his mouth to hold his stomach. He hoped it was enough for his hyung to understand what he needed. He didn’t think that only words would come out if he tried to speak at that moment.

Luckily Minho understood what he wanted and handed over the trash bin they had borrowed from M-Net’s waiting room. They had stored it in Minho’s footrest to allow Seungmin a bit more freedom and so he could accidentally hit his foot against it. Now Seungmin placed it onto his lap, curling over it. He was so exhausted, he let his head rest against the rim - unable to hold it up further. 

A warm hand appeared on his back again and another ran through his hair, trying to soothe him. Another hand came to rest on his knee - Chan likely. Normally Seungmin would have felt overwhelmed with all the touches but now it was just comforting.

Another speed bump brought him out of his thoughts and before he even realized what happened, a mouthful of bile hit the bottom of the bin. The stench was burning his nose and Seungmin had to press his eyes shut as he saw the remnants of rice mushed up - he hadn’t eaten since breakfast but apparently even the rice he had shoved down back then hadn’t all come back up yet. 

“It’s okay, baby”, Chan’s comforting voice said. “We’re nearly there.”

Nearly there turned out to be another ten minutes but in retrospect Seungmin had to thank his leader for his lie. Knowing they would soon be there helped him keep calm the rest of the ride.

🧭🐶

The wait in the hospital was excruciatingly long. A nurse had ushered Minho and Chan, who was again carrying Seungmin, and the manager into a private examination room - but already apologetically saying that just because they were in an examination room the wait might still be a long time. 

It was. Seungmin was just glad he was allowed to lie down on the gurney, not sure if he would be able to stay upright in a chair. It was terribly cold in the room - even the members without high fevers (the nurse who had taken his vitals had announced it was pushing nearly 39.4°C) said it was. The manager had acquired one of those thin blankets and a pillow, while Chan hadn’t given one fuck and just laid down on the gurney with Seungmin. Seeing the young vocalist shiver, the leader hadn’t been able to endure.

Now snug under the blanket and in his leader’s arms, Seungmin was finally sleepy. His ankle pulsed and the nausea was still not gone fully but he was ready to drop off.

🧭🐶

“Wake up, baby”, Minho whispered, his breath tickling Seungmin’s ear. “A doctor is here to look you over.”

Seungmin groaned but forced himself to wake up. The sooner he got examined the sooner he could go home. Chan gently helped him sit up and face the young doctor standing in the room. 

“I’m going to do an IV”, the doctor announced without further ado, not even a greeting or introduction. Maybe Seungmin had just not heard it when asleep. Before Seungmin even had a chance to hold out his arm, the doctor, now sitting on a chair, yanked his arm forward and forced the sleeve of Chan’s jacket Seungmin was still wearing up. It was rude and it hurt, but Seungmin swallowed the tears down. He was an adult after all. He didn’t want to seem like a baby in front of his hyungs, the manager and a stranger.

Without any warning, the doctor tied the tourniquet around Seungmin’s upper arm, pulling it tight. Already Seungmin could feel the skin there getting bruised. But the doctor knew best, right? “Hold still”, the doctor said, tone kind of aggressive.

Seungmin had to swallow harshly. He hadn’t even moved, had he? Why was the doctor so rude?

He prepared himself for the uncomfortable touch and pull of finding a vein. It had always been difficult for doctors to find his veins and Seungmin knew with just how dehydrated he was it would probably be really difficult that day. 

The doctor sprayed the disinfectant on his elbow and then, he just … stabbed. He didn’t feel around, he didn’t didn’t test different places, he didn’t even check if there was a vein there. Surprised Seungmin let out a small yell, an expression of pain and fear. It hurt more than it should and well, the disinfectant burned. 

“Don’t be a wuss”, the doctor said, poking around with the needle that never filled with blood. Seungmin looked up when out of the corner of his eyes he saw Chan get up, an aura of anger surrounding him. But Seungmin shook his head. He didn’t want his leader to make a scene, he could endure. He would be fine.

Then the doctor pulled the needle out, pressing a cotton ball harshly against the blood running out. He rolled his eyes.

“Well, I guess I need to try again”, he said, sounding almost gleeful.

He did try again. Again and again. 

Seungmin just stared up at the ceiling, hoping the doctor would just find a vein. Normally he preferred to watch the doctors do their thing but he felt numb now. Bracing for the pain didn’t help. It hurt nevertheless.

The young vocalist nearly wished he had let Chan intervene. It was all becoming too much. But he didn’t dare seek eye contact with his hyungs now. He had after all just taken Chan’s help for granted, pushed him aside when he just wanted to help. Now he had to endure his pride. 

It was after a few tries, Seungmin supposed it was over five tries in different places at that point, that he made the mistake of looking. The needle was big - bigger than he had anticipated. Seungmin felt sick seeing it. Still, even after so many failed attempts the doctor didn’t care about trying to find a good spot, he just stabbed. It was the right word, really. The force he used was way too much for the delicate process, especially since he now aimed at Seungmin’s wrist.

It was not a conscious decision, anything else but conscious, when Suengmin flinched away harshly. Maybe it was the fever or the exhaustion or the pain but his reaction was slowed. So when he moved his arm away in fear, the needle was already embedded in his arm - tearing the skin open and blood gushing out instantly.

It was at that moment that Seungmin realized he was out of his depth. Blame it on the sickness but he suddenly felt too overwhelmed, sensitive. Tears shot into his eyes as he curled over the injury, weakly gagging. 

“Enough”, Chan yelled but Seungmin was too lost in pain and fear to really understand what was happening. 

🧭🐺

It was hard for Chan seeing one of his kids injured or sick or sad. Nearly having to let go of Minho and Felix before their debut. Losing Woojin. Hyunjin begging Stay to stay with him during the false bullying accusation. Seeing Changbin insecure over his looks and sad as the least biased member. Minho hiding away and pretending to be fine when people said he seemed like a cold and unlikable person. Han’s anxiety diagnosis and his panic attacks. Felix’s back injury. Jeongin beating himself up over mistakes. Seungmin never smiling anymore after haters commented on his braces. It all hurt Chan so much he sometimes wondered how he hadn’t broken down crying yet. 

Now, Seungmin was sick and injured and so clearly overwhelmed with everything that had happened. To some extent it was even worse seeing normally steadfast and dandy Seungmin be reduced to tears and covered in sick than seeing one of his more fragile members that way. 

Chan really wasn’t a fan of the young doctor. He seemed rude, arrogant and inexperienced. But he hoped the first impression was wrong. 

Sadly, it wasn’t. 

Chan and Minho watched from the sidelines as the doctor first prepared Seungmin’s arm for the IV insertion. The manager had left for a phone call. The pained yelp Seungmin let out when the doctor first pushed the needle in was heartbreaking. Chan never wanted any of the members to make a sound like that ever again. 

Chan very nearly didn’t believe his ears when the doctor told Seungmin to not be a wuss. What kind of doctor treated a patient like that, especially a young man who was in serious pain and ill at the same time? Chan started to feel anger bubbling up in him. How dare the man treat Seungmin like this? Like an unruly child rather than a sick and injured adult? 

He was about to speak up when he caught Seungmin’s eyes. The younger man shook his head slightly, obviously telling Chan to back off. Chan wouldn’t let Seungmin get hurt like this, no matter what the younger man wanted. He clearly wasn’t thinking straight.

But a hand on his arm washed away the red over his gaze. Don’t, Channie. Seungmin wouldn’t want a fuss. Minho looked like he had bitten into a lemon holding back from doing interfering but they both knew Seungmin wouldn't want that. The main dancer and main vocalist were both so alike that Chan trusted Minho to know what Seungmin would prefer.

So Chan clenched his jaw but held back on commenting on the doctor’s attitude. They did want to get Seungmin safe and home without a fuss. An argument over his head was not in the cards if it could be avoided. 

They watched frozen as the man pushed needle after needle into Seungmin, never finding a vein. It seemed almost sadistic. It was clear as day that the doctor couldn’t care less about his patient’s comfort. But they stayed quiet. After everything was over both of them would blame themselves for it.

Then it all went wrong. The doctor tried to find a vein in Seungmin’s wrist, a place that Chan knew was not the safest. But then Seungmin, who had appeared spaced out all during the previous attempts, jerked away. Immediately a spray of blood gushed out and along with it came the tears. Immediately Chan jumped to his feet, Minho following suit. The leader knew his voice took on the authoritative, angry tone that he only used when people - never his members - really fucked up. It was more than deserved in this case. 

“Enough!”

While all his senses screamed at Chan to rush to his crying Stray Kid, he knew it was his leader’s duty to do damage control. Besides, Minho had already rushed to Seungmin, gathering the young vocalist in his arms and chan trusted him to take care of him.

“What?”, the doctor asked, whirling around to come face to face with Chan.

The leader was much smaller than the other man but right now he didn’t care as he said flatly, threateningly: “Leave now. You have hurt Seungmin enough.” 

It was less than what he wanted to say but he also couldn’t just go around yelling at people even if it was his heart’s desire in this case. The real downside to being an idol. 

“Leave”, Chan repeated as the man made no move. He felt oddly calm now, eyes locked with the doctor. He hoped the anger and disgust at the medic’s unprofessionalism came across through his facial expression.  

As the doctor opened his mouth to retort, he was interrupted by the manager coming back inside. “What is going on in here?”

Chan was sure they were a sight. He himself yelling at a doctor much taller than him with Minho comforting a sobbing Seungmin in the background. He could have kissed the manager for his timing and felt his shoulder slump in relief. He didn't like yelling, even if deserved, and only ever did if there was no other choice. Starting now, the manager could deal with the doctor. 

“Please have him removed from the room”, Chan said, his tone leaving no room for arguments, “this man has been very rude to Seungmin, not treating him like needed in this situation, and he obviously not caring to actually do his job in finding a vein. He injured Seungmin without really trying to actually put the IV.”

“That is a lie”, the doctor barked, “you cannot prove anything.”

The manager’s eyes hardened and he gestured at the doctor to leave. “Go before I call security. The fact that you used the word ‘proof’ is proof enough for me.”

The doctor looked like he wanted to defend himself but as Chan shot him another look he decided against it, rushing from the room.

🧭🐶

The worst in Seungmin’s opinion was that they were causing a scene. He was causing a scene.

He heard how Chan was talking to the doctor, his protective leader instincts taking over. Seungmin didn’t like it one bit. While he knew it was for his own good and that Chan’s anger was not directed at him, he was still scared. Raised voices weren’t really his thing. Especially when he already felt so unwell and overwhelmed. 

“Hey, Seungminnie”, Minho whispered and removed the tourniquet from his arm. Then he ran his hand through Seungmin’s bangs to keep them away from his forehead, leaving his cool palm there. It felt heavenly - Seungmin’s whole body seemed to be freezing except for his burning forehead. “It’s gonna be alright, just you see. You know Channie-hyung would move mountains and make the world spin the other direction if you needed him to.” 

Seungmin blushed, ducking his head. It was true, all of what Minho had said. Bang Chan - best leader was an award deserved. It was comforting to be loved so deeply and at times even scary how far Chan would go to make them happy. Seungmin wished they could do the same for their leader one day.

Still he couldn't stop the tears soaking Minho’s shirt. He was trembling all over, only his wrist - that Minho had hastily pushed more of the cotton against to stop the flow of blood and which was now immobilized by the grip his hyung had on it - was held still.

Vaguely he was aware of the doctor leaving and then Chan was kneeling by his side, taking Seungmin’s hands laying limply in his lap into his.

“Hyung is sorry”, Chan whispered, now crying himself, “I should have stopped him before it got this far.”

He gently moved Minho’s hand away to look at the wound but again, immediately blood rushed out. Chan sobbed, resting his head on Seungmin’s lap. “I’m so sorry, Min-ah.”

To say Seungmin was shocked was an understatement. He had not expected Chan to react like this, to basically bow at his feet. 

“Hyungie, hyungie, it’s my fault”, Seungmin whispered through tears, “I thought I could do it. Don’t blame yourself.”

It was then that Minho took action. “Neither one of you is at fault”, he said sternly, in his no-nonsense voice that he usually used on the younger members when they were being a bit too hyper, “neither of you knew that the doctor would do this … whatever it was. A power trip maybe, but neither of you were part of that. We need to talk about this for sure but we will do so later when all of us are not so exhausted and sick.”

Seungmin nodded against Minho’s shoulder, running his hand through Chan’s curls. “It’s okay, hyung.”

When Chan lifted his head his eyes looked haunted but he nodded resolutely.

🧭🐶

“Boys, a new doctor is here”, the manager said and all three of them turned around to see an older woman step into the room, her smile hidden beneath her mask but her eyes kind.

Before any of them could say anything, she stepped forward and bowed deeply. “I’m terribly sorry for what happened, Seungmin-ssi, Bang Chan-ssi. I was not aware that this doctor would be capable of mistreating patients. I heard from his direct colleagues that he apparently isn’t a fan of idol culture and has been rude to idols before, though never to this extent. I hope you can accept the hospital’s apologies.”

“Apologies accepted”, Seungmin mumbled, too tired to care much about pleasantries at the moment. 

Chan nodded reluctantly but then added: “Will there any legal action be taken? His treatment of a patient was unacceptable.”

“He won’t be allowed to treat idols anymore but it will be very hard to prove that he maliciously tried to manipulate the attempts to take blood. I believe you but I can’t promise that the upper management or a court would”, she replied, looking guilty.

“I will talk to our legal department”, the manager promised.

“Can you look over Seungminnie now?”, Minho then asked, “He's really tired and I would like to take him home soon.”

Any other day Seungmin would have hated how his hyung spoke over his head but today it was a welcome relief. He just wanted to be done.

“Of course”, she said, “if Seungmin agrees?”

He appreciated her effort to include him and his opinions, so he tried to smile when he nodded. He was sure that it was just a grimace though.

“Let me wrap your wrist real quick. After that I would like to examine your foot to determine what might be wrong before we do any scans. Your hyungs said you also got the stomach flu and you are running a fever. I know it sounds scary and I really hate to do it but I need to put in an IV line first so we can get you medicated. Is that alright with you?”

Swallowing down the fear, Seungmin nodded and let himself rest against Minho’s chest. Getting his injured wrist wrapped wasn’t that bad and the bleeding stopped soon. Then the bad part came.

“Okay, let me see. I promise I will be gentle. If you need me to stop, just tell me and I will”, the doctor said and Seungmin held out his shaking arm. “Oh, you’re really dehydrated, honey.”

Seungmin watched as she felt his arm up and down, wincing as she accidentally pressed on a few of the spots the other doctor had tried.

“Can I see the other arm?”

But with the other arm she seemed even less happy. The doctor returned to the original arm, wincing when she saw a bruise of the failed attempt earlier form, and made Seungmin open and close his fist. The tourniquet she placed on his upper arm burned but not as much as it did earlier. The disinfectant spray was icy cold.

“I don’t feel comfortable doing a line in your elbow since it’s so bruised. I want to try the back of your hand, okay?”

Seungmin nodded numbly, pressing his back closer to Minho. Still, he couldn’t look away. Seeing was better than not seeing. 

The doctor gently slapped his hand, trying to cause more blood flow, feeling around again. “I’m not really happy here but I want try anyway. You’re making finding a vein really hard in your state.”

If Seungmin wasn’t raised as a nice person he would have rudely told her it wasn’t his fault that he was dehydrated and that the IV couldn’t be placed in the most convenient, easiest place. But even in his tired state he knew she only meant to make conversation. So he nodded his consent, feeling Chan take his other hand in support.

“Small pinch”, the doctor said and Seungmin had a millisecond to brace himself before … before he violently jerked his hand away. It was a subconscious move and he was lucky she hadn’t touched his skin yet. The doctor jumped in surprise and Seungmin was quick to apologize: “I’m sorry … I …” 

He stumbled horribly over his words. He didn’t even really know what to say. It was scary, getting a needle under his skin. It hurt. He didn’t want to feel the pain again.

“It’s quite alright”, the doctor replied. “Just tell me when you’re ready to try again.”

“Breathe, Min-ah”, Chan said, gently pressing his hand, “we’re right here with you.”

After a few deep breaths, guided by his hyungs, Seungmin felt ready again. Well, not ready to start but ready to be done with the ordeal.

But it wasn’t to be so. Even as Seungmin didn’t flinch away and the doctor moving the needle around under his skin, she couldn’t put in the line. They couldn’t quite blame her - she was obviously trying and very apologetic. Plus, they all knew drawing blood from Seungmin was hard on a normal day.

“I really don’t like doing this but I think our last chance is putting the line in your wrist”, the doctor finally said, “otherwise we will have to try your foot and that is a really uncomfortable place for an IV, especially since then both your feet would be compromised.”

Seungmin just sighed and turned his body so his head rested against Minho’s shoulder. While he normally wanted to see, right now he was overwhelmed with all the sensory input. He hated the thought of having a needle in his wrist but the foot was even less desirable.

“Just do it”, he whispered.

To their collective surprise, the doctor slid in the needle easily and then she exclaimed: “I got it. It’s in, Seungmin-ssi. You did so well.”

Reluctantly Seungmin peeked out from his hiding place and immediately regretted it. The sight of the needle embedded in his wrist, so close to arteries and bones was nauseating. As he was already sick and nauseous, it was too much.

“I feel sick”, he whispered. The doctor reached over to a shelf but it wasn’t fast enough. 

Seungmin couldn’t even muster the energy to try to stop the wave of nausea crashing over him. He just opened his mouth and let the gags tear through his throat. Bile and spit dangled from his lips, gently wiped away by Chan holding a tissue. Maybe he finally was empty. Nothing would come up.

“You’re scheduled for an MRI soon”, the doctor explained, still holding the emesis basin she had taken out of the shelf, “I’m going to give you an antiemetic, fluids and painkillers through the line. You should feel better soon. Please try to drink a bit if you can.”

With those words she left the room.

🧭🐶

The wait for the MRI was thankfully short and the medicine was starting to work quickly. The worst thing was Chan forcing Seungmin to take a few sips of water.

Soon Seungmin was lifted into a wheelchair and moved into the MRI room. His jewelry was taken off and soon enough Seungmin was flying flat on the movable platform. The technician pressed a bell into his hand and told him to press it in case of emergency. Then he was inside the machine, eyes pressed shut. He was drifting, not really taking anything in.

The MRI was loud, metal clanking everywhere. It didn’t matter - Seungmin was so tired he basically fell asleep the moment his eyes were closed. 

He was awoken by a voice talking to him. Was he done? He hoped so. But then the words registered in his mind. “I will push the contrast agent in now. You might feel a bit warm but let me know if anything becomes unbearable.”

Seungmin nodded and then he felt what the woman had said. It was like he suddenly was burning from the inside, everything too hot. But he did not expect the disgusting taste in his mouth. He didn’t know how or what had happened, if that was supposed to happen, but the nausea that the antiemetic had valiantly fought against, rose again at the taste.

“Take me out, I need out”, Seungmin pleaded. “I can’t - it’s too hot. I …”

He couldn’t finish his sentence. His chest spasmed and vomit spilled from his lips. Seungmin doubted it was much more than the water he had drunk but it was terrifying laying on his back. Without warning he was turned to the side and the vomit spilled down his cheek. It was disgusting but much better than choking on it.

“Okay, okay, you’re okay”, the technician said. But as Seungmin opened his eyes he saw his leader kneeling by his side. 

“Channie-hyung”, he whispered. 

Chan smiled and wiped Seungmin’s face. “I got you, baby.”

🧭🐺

Chan looked down at the sleeping vocalist on his lap. Seungmin had fallen asleep after throwing up during the MRI. Apparently some patients could taste the contrast agent and it had triggered Seungmin’s sensitive stomach. Chwas was just glad that Seungmin was now asleep, the vocalist had been stretched far beyond his limits of the day.

The doctor had determined that it was indeed a broken ankle and now Seungmin’s foot was in a cast, resting on Minho’s lap. They finally were on their way home with prescriptions for nausea medication, fever reducers and painkillers, as well as a pair of crutches. 

But for now Seungmin was asleep and that was what he needed most. 

“Don’t worry, Chan”, Minho whispered to not disturb their dongsaeng, “he will be fine, just you wait. Soon enough he will chase us through the dorm on crutches and be an absolutely terrible delight.”

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Picking Scabs

TW: descriptions of blood and emeto

Sickie: Hyunjin

Caretaker:Mostly Chan

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After a long day of practice, it was peaceful at the stray kids dorm. Specifically the 3Racha + Hyunjin dorm. They had just finished dinner, and were relaxing in the living room all together. There was some kind of movie playing on the tv, only no one was really paying it much attention. Although they had decided to not go into the studio, Chan was typing away on his laptop, no matter how much his group mates encouraged him to take a break. Hyunjin was sketching, Changbin was scrolling on his phone, and Han was picking at a scab on his arm.

“Gross!” Jisung exclaimed when he finally had pulled off the scab. 

“Look at this!”

“That’s nasty. Clean that off- you’re gonna make a mess.” Changbin calmly said.

Han noticed that Hyunjin was still focused on his drawing, and had yet to realize what was happening next to him. 

“Hyunjin!” He said, trying to get Hyunjin’s reaction. When Hyunjin turned to see what all the fuss was about, he immediately regretted it when he saw a tiny bloody crater on Han’s arm.

“Oh my god that is disgusting.”

He said, looking away. Changbin handed Jisung a tissue to clean up the red flood. Hyunjin had always been sensitive to things like this. He just got grossed out very easily, to the point it can make him rather uncomfortable and even queasy. His members always  thought he was just being dramatic. 

Once Han had cleaned off all the blood, it was still pink and gushy. Jisung thought it would be funny to wave his arm in front of Hyunjin’s face, who was obviously very grossed out by the injury. He too thought Hyunjin was just being dramatic. 

“Sung, please stop that. It’s gross.”

Hyunjin begged, growing paler by the second. 

“Oh cmon. It’s just a scratch. A little blood never hurt anybody!”

Han continued to mess around with the spot, squeezing and poking at it. It was so disgusting.

“Please stop. Just put a bandaid over it and be done already. I really don’t like seeing stuff like that.”

“You’re so dramatic Hyunjin, it’s not even that bad! Look!” Han responded, shoving his arm into Hyunjin’s face yet again. Hyunjin couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t tell if he was gonna faint or vomit with how queasy and dizzy he felt. 

He soon got his answer, quickly shooting up from his spot on the couch and running off down the hall with a hand clasped over his mouth. 

Chan finally looked up from his laptop and watched him go. 

“Where’s he off to so quickly?”

“Not sure I w-“ 

His voice was cut off by the sound of retching from the bathroom. Chan hurriedly stood up to go check on the poor boy. Han got up to follow, but Chan stopped him.

“Stay here. He’s probably in there cause he was grossed out by your arm. You being there will probably make it worse. Go put a bandaid over it and let him calm down a bit”

“But I-“

“No buts. He told you to stop and you didn’t. Put a bandaid on and when he’s ready you can come in and apologize.”

Chan didn’t wait for Han’s response as he was already down the hall to help out Hyunjin.

When he got there, he found Hyunjin leaning over the toilet incredibly pale.

“It’s okay bud. Just don’t think about it.”

Chan said, kneeling down next to Hyunjin, holding back his hair and rubbing his back.

Hyunjin retched again, bringing up a wave of his dinner into the toilet bowl. 

When he was finished, he leaned back on his knees.

“I really don’t like blood and stuff.”

“I know you don’t Jinnie, it’s alright. Now, do you want to go back out to the couch or just go to bed for the night? It’s pretty late anyway.”

Hyunjin was just exhausted from the whole ordeal. Vomiting is very tiring. He opted for his comfy bed and Chan tucked him in sweetly. Before he could doze off, Jisung entered his room with a brand new bandaid on his arm.

“Jinnie, I’m so sorry.” He said sitting on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t know that would make you sick. I should have listened. I’m so so so sorry.” 

“It’s okay Ji. I forgive you, as long as you make sure it never happens again.”

“Never. I promise.”

Han said, glad that his hyung forgave him so easily. He sat for a moment, watching Hyunjin slowly drift off to sleep. He carefully got up from the bed and tiptoed to the door, closing it behind him as quiet as he possibly could. He already felt guilty enough, he couldn’t possibly disrupt his once again peaceful dorm.

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p.s. I promise the Suengmin one is on the way! I just kinda lost motivation with that one and wanted to work on something else. But it’s coming soon i swear!

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could you do one where seungmin is super sick (emeto) and chan cares for him for a couple days?

Sickie: Seungmin

Caretaker: Chan

I told y'all lots of updates were coming =)

Seungmin p.o.v

After what felt like an eternity the members of stray kids were finally allowed to have a break. We had been so busy with schedules over the past few months but finally our company was allowing us a few week break. Almost all the members were oin home to visit family. I was excited it had been a while since I had seen my family.

But the night before I was supposed to leave I had started to feel sick. I sincerely hoped it was just from the excitement. The discomfort kept me awake late into the night. It was almost 3 AM when I started to question the possibility that the discomfort of my stomach was a bit more than just excitement. It had changed from a dull ache to a nauseating, aching, just generally horrible feeling. I started to feel nauseous and felt bile creeping up the back of my throat, I climbed out of bed as quickly as possible, the movement jostled my stomach and caused it to churn. I hurried to the bathroom, I was so sick I didn't even bother to shut the door, let alone lock it.

Chan p.o.v

I heard a crashing noise from the hallway. I was trying to figure out who possibly could be up so late, well I guess early. I was about to investigate the sound when my question was answered as I heard a harsh retching and then the sound of vomit hitting water. I hurried to climb out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, where Seungmin was bent over the toilet. I knelt down next to him. “I rubbed his back as he continued to throw up. he whimpered softly. Its okay Minnie. It will be over soon“

“hyung it hurts.”

“I know. Just try and breathe” He whimpered again.

“I know Minnie. Are you done throwing up?” he nodded, “I think so” I helped him stand up and I gently lead him to my room. My roommates already out of the house on their vacation. "Sorry hyung."

"Dont apoloize, You cant control being sick"

"Still, feel bad"

"Sick bad or guilty bad?"

"Both" he admitted softly, he rubbed his stomach. "I'm going to grab a heat pack. It might help with your stomach." Seungmin nodded. I moved the trash can next to the bed. "There's that in case you get sick again bud" He nodded, his skin was pale and looked tinged slightly green. I left the room, only a moment later I heard a "Hyung?" it was weak and sounded pained. The call was followed by an unmistakable gag and then the sound of vomit. I hurried back to the room and started rubbing Seungmin's back as he curled over the trash can, expelling the contents of his stomach.

His body wracked with painful sounding gags, I felt his back muscles tense with the force of the vomit. The force of his vomiting combined with his sobs wretched his whole body forwards. "Min you need to breathe" I whispered softly, rubbing his back comfortingly. He sniffled, "hurts" he said softly. He leaned back against my chest, "done?" 

"Think so. For now at least." He wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "How long have you felt sick for?" I asked him, I gently moved him off my body and picked up the bowl and took it to the bathroom connected to my room to wash it out. "I dunno. Stomach felt off all day. Didn't think I was sick though." 

"Have you told your parents yet? I think the best thing for you right now is to stay home. You need rest." Seungmin shrugged, "it's fine. I-" he swallowed down a gag. He gently rubbed his stomach. "Need this?" I asked handing him the trash can. He shook his head. "I'm tired. Just wanna sleep." 

"That's totally fine." I allowed him to get comfortable in my bed. I went to lay down in a different bed, but he whispered lightly. "What's wrong bud?" 

"With me?" I was confused, "did you need something" 

"Cuddle please" he said softly. I smiled slightly, I climbed into bed next to him. He curled into my side. Thankfully he fell asleep quickly. 

*The next morning*

Seungmin p.o.v

I woke up feeling nauseous. Thankfully not as bad as I did last night, but enough that I knew I only had a matter of time before I threw up. Chan hyung was still asleep, and I felt bad waking him up last night, so I was very careful to not wake him up. I remembered that Chan was the only other one still at the dorm. All the others had already left. Chan had ultimately decided not to go to Australia, and was going to stay at the dorm. Which I was very happy about, especially because I was starting to wonder if it might be best for me to not visit my family. Especially with how sick I still felt. 

I went to the living room, I took the garbage can with me as the nausea was growing. I sat on the couch, I considered watching a movie or playing something on my phone, but the thought of doing anything made me feel dizzy and I didn't want to make the nausea worse. 

Chan p.o.v 

I woke up a bit later than usual, this didn't surprise me, especially with how much Seungmin was tossing and turning last night with his fever. I was surprised that Seungmin wasn't in the bed next to me. I got out of bed and went towards the living room area and saw Seungmin laying on the couch, his eyes closed and the trash can was next to him. I noticed the smell that showed he had thrown up at least once that morning. I couldn't quite figure out if he was asleep or not. But I did very quietly remove the trash can and I cleaned it out. When I got back Seungmin was sitting up on the couch, rubbing his eyes. "Morning" I said, he flinched at my voice. "Hey hyung" his voice was rough, I assumed it was from how many times he had thrown up. He noticed the trash can was clean. "You don't have to clean up after me hyung" 

"I'm just taking care of you. There's nothing wrong with that" I rubbed his back. He smiled somewhat shyly. "I just want you to feel better." 

"Thanks hyung. Uh, I don't think I'm going home this week" 

"That's fine bud. I was going to suggest that" 

“I just feel really awful” he admitted softly. “I know its not fun to be sick. Especially with a stomach bug” Seungmin nodded, he suddenly clamped his hand over is mouth. I moved the trash can right under his chin. he gagged and gently pushed me away, he vomited into the bin. I placed a comforting and on is back. I kept it there the whole time he was getting sick. “Chan hyung?” I looked at him. “Can we watch something?”

“of course” I helped him get comfortable before putting a movie on the tv. e seemed content, so I went to clean the trash can out. When I returned I sat next to him. “Tank you so much hyun.“

“No problem"

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SKZ

Bang Chan:

1/8 Migraine - Emeto feat Hyunjin

Lee Know:

2/8 flu - Emeto feat Han + Chan

x reader headcanons

Sick at the amusement park - emeto feat Chan / Hyunjin

Drabble - stomach ache feat Chan

Rest, please - emeto feat Han

Changbin:

3/8 not just carsick - Emeto feat Chan/Han

Leg cramps & nausea- Emeto feat Chan

Hyunjin:

x reader pt 1 - Emeto

x reader pt 1 (/2) - Emeto

x reader pt 2 - Emeto

4/8 passing out feat Minho

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

Is just a headache feat Minho

Jeongin:

Drabble - stomach ache feat Chan

Upset tummy - Emeto

Drabble - Tummy cuddles feat Changbin

OT8:

SKZ as caretaker

SKZ as sickies

SKZ - Food poisoning x reader headcanons

SKZ - they have stomach cramps

SKZ - they have UTI

Ateez

Hongjoong:

Seonghwa:

Passing out feat Hongjoong

Yunho:

Fever

Drabble - Emeto feat Seonghwa

Yeosang:

Drabble - Emeto feat Mingi

San:

Carsick - Emeto feat Yeosang

Mingi:

Wooyoung:

Sick Woo is Moody Woo

Jongho:

Emeto - feat Yunho

OT8:

Ateez as sickies

Ateez as caretaker

Unrequited love - WooSang

TXT

Yeonjun:

Drabble - Emeto feat Beomgyu

Fainting + angst feat Soobin

Cold feat Soobin

Soobin:

Snz feat Yeonjun

Beomgyu:

Drabble - Emeto feat Taehyun

Taehyun:

Drabble - Emeto feat Yeonjun

Hueningkai:

Drabble - stomach ache feat Soobin

Emeto - day off feat Beomgyu and Soobin

Ot5:

TXT as sickies

TXT as caretaker

P1Harmony

Keeho:

Our dumb secret - Emeto feat Theo

Theo:

Jiung:

Emeto + homesick feat Keeho / Soul

Intak:

Soul:

Jongseob:

OT6:

P1h as sickies

ZB1

OT9:

Emeto headcanons

[sneezyminniejo]

Stray Kids Master List

Bang Chan

Next Time Listen to Hyung emeto

One is Okay, Two is a Mess emeto

Vlive Disaster emeto

Onions and Hot Sauce emeto

Hung, You're an Idiot snz

He's Hopeless general

It's Not That Bad snz

Lee Know

Fevers and Fainting general

Crying Wolf is a Bad Idea snz

Fan Meets and Headaches general

Spoiled Beach Vacation emeto

One is Okay, Two is a Mess emeto

Consonling Hyung emeto

Practice Makes Perfect? general whump

I Know You Hyung General

The Demise of LeeBit snz

Worked into the Ground general

Sickness and Cats general

Changbin

Faking sick Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 snz

Stomach Bugs and Dancing Don't Mix emeto

Mayfly and Their Larvae part 1 little space

Eye Trouble general

Hyunjin

Upset Stomach and Braids emeto

Buzzfeed Interview Gone Wrong snz

Sick at a Fan Meet emeto

Migraines and Shopping emeto

Car Sickness and Apologies emeto

Don't Try to be Strong to Balance things Out emeto

Hotel Mess emeto

Not Thinking and Cats snz

Self Discovery snz

Mayfly and Their Larvae part 1 little space

Strepto-Who-Now? general

Jisung

Next Time Listen to Hyung emeto

Don't Try to be Strong to Balance Things Out emeto

Next Time, You Should Just Listen Hyung emeto

Dance Practice Mistakes emeto, scat

Allergic Day from Hell snz, scat

MAMA Disaster emeto

People Are Idiots whump

Tissues and Naps snz

Mayfly and Their Larvae part 1 little space

I Forgot snz

Felix

Dance Practice and Caring Hyungs emeto

Suffering in Silence can be Dangerous emeto

Carsick and Secrets emeto

Home Not so Sweet Home emeto

24 Hour Bugs can be Brutal emeto

Don't Try to be Strong to Balance Things Out emeto

So Much Good Food, Followed by Some Regrets emeto, scat

Next Time, You Should Just Listen Hyung emeto

Interrupting Hyung emeto

Christmas Flu emeto

Ruined Night emeto

Mistakes Were Made scat

All in the Timing injury

Happy or Sneezy snz

Mayfly and Their Larvae part 1 little space

Seungmin

Movie Marathon and Stomach Pains emeto

Late Night Cuddles and Stomach Aches emeto

Don't Try to be Strong to Balance things Out emeto

Nail in the Coffin injury

Mayfly and Their Larvae part 1 little space

Jeongin

I need Cuddles emeto

Butterflies Don't Always Mean Anxious emeto

Don't Try to be Strong to Balance Things Out emeto

Hiding Minor Ailments can Lead to Something Serious general

Being Stubborn isn't Always a Good Thing general

Stomach Bugs and Helpful Hyungs emeto

Stupid Hyung snz

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ask: i have a request for one where han gets nauseous and sick while 3racha were recording and chan and changbin comfort him. thanks so much!

this is a submission for @monthofsick day 6!

tw: vomiting

worse at night ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

recording had been going well all day - the group was cruising through songs for their next album at record speed. they were in such great shape that it looked like they might even be able to have their comeback early. to congratulate themselves and regain a bit of energy, the members of 3racha grabbed a bit to eat before returning to the studio around 9 pm to finish up some post-production work for a few hours.

as they walked back to the studio, changbin noticed that jisung had boxed up almost his entire meal. he’d known that the younger man had been enduring a headache all day, but he’d assumed it had gotten better as jisung had seemed in high spirits throughout the day. now he was notably dragging his feet.

changbin kept a close eye on him as they settled back in and was relieved when jisung regained a bit of color and pep after sitting down and having some water. changbin wrote it off as dehydration, which was alarmingly common for the youngest member of 3racha, and made sure to encourage him to drink more throughout the next hour and a half. by 11 o’clock, they were all tired and had drifted into their own little worlds, ironing out some lyrics and nitpicking each other’s edits. changbin was thinking about calling it when a quiet and unsteady voice broke the silence.

“hyung,” jisung’s voice wavered. changbin’s head whipped towards him, and chan’s did the same next to him. “i think i should go home.”

that much was evident even without it being vocalized. within 30 minutes, jisung had gone from looking like a guy with a moderately bad headache to sweating enough that the studio lights glistened off of the side of his washed-out face.

“what happened?” chan asked. jisung shrugged. the combination of flushed cheeks and heavily bagged eyes made him look both very young and much older than he really was. changbin couldn’t stop himself from placing his forehead on jisung’s head, just to confirm the near-surety that he had a fever

“i just started feeling worse the later it got.” he slumped forward on the desk in front of him, breaths coming deep and slow and erratic. changbin watched jisung’s hand drift to his stomach and made eye contact with chan. these were, unfortunately, not unfamiliar gestures to either of them.

“your stomach’s acting up?” chan asked, only to earn himself another shrug.

“jisungie, do you think you’re gonna throw up?” changbin was reaching for the trash can beside the desk even as jisung robotically shook his head. mere seconds later, he ducked his head under the desk with a heady belch that escalated into an aborted heave. 

“fuuuuuuuck,” jisung groaned, reluctantly accepting the receptacle that changbin practically pushed into his hands. “i feel so sick all of a sudden, i don’t know urk!” he lurched over the trash can, only to expel air. “don’t know what happened.”

chan and changbin watched helplessly as jisung’s thin frame jolted forward with multiple aborted heaves, not knowing whether to offer a comforting touch or give him space.

“you guys can leave,” jisung choked out. “you don’t need to, uh…” his body drifted dizzily from side to side as if he was having trouble holding himself upright until chan placed two hands on his shoulders to steady him.

“don’t worry about us, sung, just focus on yourself for now, yeah?”

changbin nodded. “we’ll stick with you until you’re okay to head back home.”

for a moment, jisung’s face was open, vulnerable, and grateful. he leaned into chan’s side, and clutched changbin’s hand in a vice grip as his stomach gurgled ominously. for a moment, it was quiet and calm, and only the sounds of jisung’s labored breathing could be heard. changbin felt a pinprick of sharp malice towards the world for making his hardworking teammate suffer so intensely. then jisung’s back arched suddenly, an obvious reaction to his stomach muscles contracting, and a tentative heave brought up a small mouthful of puke splashing into the trashcan.

changbin’s own heart-rate kicked up as the stench of barf hit his nostrils. jisung’s hand squeezed tighter on his own and the sick man made a noise of disgust, or possibly regret. it was too late to go back now, though. the floodgates had been opened and, accompanied by a full-body shudder a massive amount of vomit gushed forth. jisung got no more than a whimper in before the second powerful rush, and by the third, his grip on changbin’s hand weakened while the older boy’s did the opposite, clenching tight as jisung was wrung out.

“breathe, sung,” changbin said. on jisung’s other side, chan brushed his hands through sweaty hair, but it didn’t seem to have the soothing effect he was going for as jisung continued to cough and sputter, lips dripping with rapidly accumulating spit.

“i can’t,” jisung gasped. “can’t breathe. make it stop.”

changbin wished desperately that he could. “soon, jisungie,” he said instead, but his words were drowned out by a gut-wrenching and drawn out belch. a dark stream of liquified stomach contents splattered against plastic.

“i want this to stop,” jisung whispered, voice rough from rawness. “i want to go home.”

“you’re doing so well, baby,” chan broke in, but jisung only shook his head, tears rolling down his face freely. changbin checked his temperature again and was unsurprised to find that the heat of jisung’s forehead had intensified. after two aborted heaves in quick succession, changbin offered a water bottle.

“you’ll feel worse if you get dehydrated.”

“too sick,” jisung choked out, jaw clamped tightly shut. changbin’s heart clenched.

“you gotta relax a bit, buddy,” chan brushed a gentle hand up and down jisung’s spine. his muscles unwound minutely and the retching tapered off. he looked like a rag doll, completely drained of energy. changbin’s arms opened wide, inviting a hug, and jisung leaned into his embrace. after a few moments changbin heard jisung’s breath slowing down and evening out.

“do you feel okay to head home now?” chan asked. the clock on the wall read 11:53 but changbin felt like they’d been stuck there in a room smelling of puke for days. he could only imagine how jisung was feeling.

“i’m so tired, hyung,” jisung mumbled. “wanna go home and sleep.”

changbin helped him to his feet. “let’s go home, then.”

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He can help

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Seungmin

Caregiver: Chan

 No one’s POV.:

It had been a long day for all of Stray Kids. They had had three interviews and finished the day with a grueling dance practice. All of them were happy when they finally returned to the dorm for the evening. While the members took turns showering, Chan and Minho cooked dinner for the group. The first who finished freshening up, were Jeongin and Felix, the two laid the table, so they’d all be able to eat as soon as everyone had their shower. Not really having had the time to eat a proper lunch, the members felt like they’ve been starving. Especially Seungmin had complained the entire way back that his stomach was slowly digesting itself if he didn’t feed it anytime soon. Although now, that the food was on the food was on the table, his demeanor had changed completely. He didn’t dig in immediately like one would expect him to. Instead, he seemed hesitant, being the last one to pick up his chopsticks.

Seungmin himself was confused. He remembered being unbearably hungry towards the end of their dance practice but now that the room was filled with the savory scent of their dinner and there was a plate in front of him, the food suddenly didn’t seem as appetizing. His hunger seemed to have completely vanished and he couldn’t figure out why. Maybe he was just past the point of being hungry and the uncomfortable churning in his guts were hunger pains, so Seungmin picked up his chopsticks and started to eat. Chewing on some grilled meat, he felt like eating was the wrong thing to be doing right now but he couldn’t tell why. Minho certainly hadn’t gone easy on them today and the second youngest still felt shaky, like he had completely out done himself over the last few hours. He forced himself to eat at least half of his meal before pushing the plate away and resting his aching head on his folded arms. “Seungmin, you’ve been complaining about starving the entire time and now you’re now eating. Are you kidding me?”, Minho frowned. Seungmin lifted his head and gave the dancer an angry glare, frowning: “Yah, hyung. You’ve wrecked us with practice today and now you blame me for being exhausted?” – “Aww, is our little puppy tired?”, the second oldest mocked and Seungmin had to refrain from throwing his chopsticks at him. Chan only chuckled at the pair’s bickering but was silently wondering why the younger didn’t eat more of his dinner.

The truth was, the few bites Seungmin had pushed down, didn’t seem to sit right with him. Yeah, he had felt sore and exhausted earlier, which was to be expected after dancing so much. His head had been hurting a bit too, that could also be explained by the length of their schedule but now that his stomach was feeling a bit off too, the vocalist started to get confused. Maybe he was just stressed and running himself down, maybe he was coming down with something. Either way, a good sleep was the key to fixing many problems and he was tired anyways, so it wouldn’t be difficult to head to bed early tonight. Helping his members clear the table, Seungmin stayed in the kitchen a bit longer to make himself a cup of peppermint tea, which he took back to his room. “Good night, guys”, he said, waving at the others watching TV in the living room. Hyunjin got up with a frown, approaching the younger: “You’re already going to bed? It’s still early, don’t you want to join us?” – “Hyung, you were almost as bad as Minho-hyung today. Not everybody has as much stamina as you”, Seungmin stated, rolling his eyes, “any other day, I’d love to join but I’m really tired, so I’ll be turning in early today.” – “Alright, alright”, Hyunjin chuckled, hugging his dongsaeng, “sleep well, Minho and I will be quiet when we go to bed later.” Seungmin’s smile turned into a yawn, earning a smile from his hyung. With another small wave, he turned around and made his way to his room.

Originally, Seungmin had planned to just read another chapter of his book till he had finished his tea but feeling his head to heavy and eyes to sore to do so, he just put on his headphones and listened to Day6 on low volume, while sipping his tea. His back resting against the head board and his legs drawn close to his chest, he became more aware of the discomfort in his stomach, so he left a few sips of his tea and put the cup on the nightstand before turning of the light and wiggling down into a flat position, curled up on his side. As expected, it didn’t take long for sleep to pull him under. To his disappointment though, Seungmin woke up again, almost as quickly as he had fallen asleep. A short glance over at his roommates’ beds proved that he had in fact been asleep for quite some time, seeing them knocked out. He didn’t have to search for long to find the reason for waking up at this ungodly hour. The slight discomfort in his abdomen had turned into something much worse and now his stomach was churning angrily. Cold sweat coated Seungmin’s forehead and he could keep from shaking, feeling painfully cold. The vocalist nearly broke into tears. It had been a while since he had last felt this bad and back then, he was at home with his parents. His mom had made him tea and gave him a hot water bottle, while Seungmin was curled up on the couch, watching movies with his older sister. Now though, now he wasn’t at home anymore. Despite living with more people than ever before, Seungmin felt alone and he hated to be alone when he was this sick.

Seungmin thought about waking up at least one of his hyungs but he wasn’t sure. He was pretty sure, they were similarly as tired as him, so he would feel bad about depriving them of their precious sleep. After a few minutes of sitting on his bed, he had to realize that he’d feel just as bad if not worse, if he had to suffer by himself. Seungmin had already made up his mind about whom he’d go to. It was obvious really. ‘He can help. Channie-hyung always knows how to help’, the second youngest thought, placing his bare feet onto the cold floor. He shivered and when he left his room, he had to hold onto the door frame for a few seconds, almost getting knocked over by a sudden dizzy spell. Shuffling down the hallway to his hyung’s room, Seungmin steadied himself against the wall, cursing his shaky legs for not getting him where he wanted to be. A cramp tore at his stomach, causing the vocalist to sink into a crouch with one hand pressed firmly into his middle as he tried not to cry out and wake everyone. The next few minutes, he spent, leaning against the wall in the hallway, as he tried to breathe through the pain. It was cold and he truly regretted not taking his blanket with him.

At some point, the pain lessened a bit and Seungmin pulled himself together, struggling to his feet, so he could continue his journey. Quietly, he slipped into the room and stared at the leader’s sleeping figure, feeling guilty that he had to wake him when he was sleeping for once, a rare occurrence. He reached out and gently shook Chan’s shoulder. When he got no reaction, he decided to shake him a bit harder, earning a small grunt before the older turned over and continued sleeping. Growing desperate, Seungmin gave the leader’s shoulder a rough shove, which caused him to sit up startled. Chan looked around confused and still half-asleep and found Seungmin standing next to his bed like a lost puppy. “What’s going on?”, he whispered. The younger drew in a shaky breath and mumbled brokenly: “H-Hyung.” Sensing something wasn’t right, Chan clambered out of bed. He noticed the other shivering, so he through his blanket over his shoulder before putting a hand on Seungmin’s back to guide him to the living room, where they could talk without waking Chan’s roommates up.

Seungmin dropped down on the couch and immediately pulled his legs closer to his chest. Wrapping his blanket around the younger’s shoulders, the leader crouched down to eye-level and frowned: “Now Minnie, tell me what’s wrong.” – “Hyung, I-I feel really sick and I didn’t know what to do and I’m sorry for waking you up because you barely sleep but I just felt so bad and I didn’t want to be alone and…”, Seungmin rambled, getting cut of when Chan calmly sat down beside him and squeezed his shoulder. “It’s okay, I’m glad you woke me up when you’re now feeling well. Can you tell me what doesn’t feel right, so I can figure out how to help you?”, Chan smiled sympathetically. The younger pulled the blanket tighter around himself, desperate for warmth, and sniffled: “I-I’m really cold, my head hurts and my stomach is really upset.” – “I see. How long have you felt like that? I figured that’s why you ate so little during dinner and went to bed early?” – “Yeah”, Seungmin nodded, “I started feeling a bit off during dinner but it wasn’t really bad but then I woke up not too long ago and suddenly it was a lot worse.” – “Alright, let me get some stuff. Do you feel like you need to be sick?”, Chan asked getting up. Seungmin just shrugged and watched the leader disappear.

He was drifting in and out of consciousness, when Chan returned, setting down a bucket next to the couch. The leader gently brushed the younger’s sweaty hair off of his forehead and tilted his head a bit so he could take his temperature, frowning as it was confirmed what he had already expected. Seungmin was running a pretty high fever, so this was unlikely to be a result of stress or his food not agreeing with him, this was most likely some bug that the vocalist had managed to pick up. “Minnie, how do I help you best? Do you feel like you can stomach some tea or would you rather not drink anything right now?”, Chan asked, carding his fingers through his dongsaeng’s hair. He wasn’t sure if the thick blanket was really doing Seungmin any good with how high his fever was but the leader didn’t have the heart to take it away, considering how violently his dongsaeng was shivering. Seungmin blinked his glossy eyes open and rasped: “I don’t think it would stay in if I drink something right now. Could you maybe make me a hot water bottle?” – “I’m sorry, puppy, that would raise your fever even higher. I could rub your tummy instead?”, Chan frowned apologetically. Seungmin shook his head, not really wanting his sensitive stomach to be touched. Chan helplessly bit his lip, when he suddenly had an idea. He told the younger to hang in there, while he got up.

“Here, I remembered I still have those ginger gummies. Usually, they are meant for motion sickness but ginger is good for nausea in general, if you’d like to try that”, Chan explained. Seungmin nodded and took the gummy the leader handed him. Had he nod felt absolutely awful, he had chuckled at the smile face that almost made it look like candy. He kept it on his tongue, sucking on it and tasting the mild spicy flavor. Pulling a chair close, Chan took a seat next to the couch and played with his dongsaeng’s hair. He smiled as he watched the younger relax, humming: “Just try to get some rest, maybe you can sleep most of this off till tomorrow.” Seungmin nodded sleepily and snuggled deeper into the blanket. Maybe Chan was right, maybe he could actually get some sleep. The hand in his hair was certainly helping to make him drowsy.

Seungmin was slowly drifting off, when his body started to flush with heat, making sweat break out on his forehead and back. His mouth started to water and his stomach was swirling. With a weak whimper, he lifted a hand to his mouth, muffling a breathy burp as he struggled to sit up. Chan seemed to grasp the situation quickly, helped the younger sit up and placed the bucket into his lap. Being moved to an upright position, made Seungmin’s head spin and be just crossed his arms over the bucket and rested his head on them. Why was his stomach hating him so much? Chan noticed him swaying and steadied him with one hand on his back and one hand holding the bucket. Feeling his stomach contract, Seungmin mentally prepared himself but all that came up was some air that brought the taste of his dinner. Cringing at the taste, the boy hiccupped before burping wetly. This time, he could actually feel the liquid splash against the back of his throat and moved a trembling hand to get a better grip on the bucket. He gave a small cough, that triggered a gag. Chan whispered gentle reassurances before giving his back a few rough pats, which brought his dinner up his throat. The splashing sound of his stomach contents hitting the plastic container sent shivers down Seungmin’s spine. Retching again, his stomach was eager to get everything up. He was left panting between the waves, having to rely on his hyung to keep him up, as his head was spinning faster and faster. “It’s okay. I got you”, the older whispered, “Deep breaths, it’ll be over soon.”

Seungmin so badly wanted to believe him, so badly wanted all of this to be over. He spat into the bucket, burying his head deeper before choking up a thin stream of bile. It really seemed like he was empty, yet his stomach wouldn’t stop throwing a fit, leaving him dry heaving for what must have been ten minutes. His throat felt abused by the acid and the strain put on it from trying to force something up when there was nothing. Seungmin’s stomach slowly calmed down, so Chan deemed it safe to place the bucket back onto the ground and helped the younger to lay down again, whispering: “Stay awake just a bit longer, yeah? I’ll get you some cool water for your throat and to wash away the taste.” He really didn’t take long, soon propping Seungmin up again and lifting a glass to his swollen lips. The vocalist greedily chugged it, sighing at the relief it brought his throat. It made Chan frown and he pulled the glass away from time to time, afraid his dongsaeng would make himself sick again. Placing down the empty glass, he helped Seungmin peel off his sweaty shirt and got the younger situated again with the blanket only covering his legs and waist, so he could cool down a bit. The leader then went to clean out the bucket, which they’d certainly be needing again later. He also fetched a damp washcloth before making his way back to the living room. Seungmin was barely awake by the time Chan came back. He didn’t feel hot anymore and was instead shivering with the blanket pulled up to his chin. The leader couldn’t help but sigh at the pitiful sight. He used the washcloth to clean the tear-tracks and caked sweat from the younger’s face, wiping his chin and folding the cloth to lay it across the fever-hot forehead. Pulling the chair closer, the oldest hyung prepared himself for a long night as he listened to his dongsaeng’s labored breathing and continued to play with his sweaty messed up hair.

[sickfic-with-kiko]

hey i love your writing and i was wondering if i could get a flu-y oikawa who is super nauseous but can’t get anything up. cue iwaizami coming and saving the day 🤗. can in have that with lots of burps and fluff ❤️

Take all the time you need I know you’re busy right now! Could you Maybe write something with a sick oikawa? And he hides it from iwa? But then just feels so awful and ends up going to iwa? I’ve never asked something before so I’m not sure How this works? hope this is ok? (｡•́︿•̀｡) I LOVE SICKFIC could you do an iwaizumi one? I don’t care if he’s throwing up or the reader is, or Oikawa is, I really don’t care as long as he is involved haha please I can and will die for any and every oikawa sickfic. all i ask is for emeto and a comforting Iwaizumi :,)

Everything is burning. And for once, Oikawa isn’t exaggerating. He feels like the world is actually on fire, but no. The only thing doing that is his own body, which is arguably the same thing. 

He’d finished his report the day before, thank goodness. But that relief does little to help the pain in his… everything. It all feels awful, from his head to his stomach. He hopes he won’t have to throw up. 

“I’m going to finish my assignment soon. I’ll be free in a few hours.” 

Iwaizumi had said to him, and retreated back into their room to focus on his work. And Oikawa had smiled and waved, ignoring the strange ache in his stomach. 

Ten minutes after, Oikawa’s head had started feeling warm. And when another ten minutes had passed, he was certain he had a fever. There was nothing he could do except curl up and wait for it to pass. 

After an hour, Oikawa is certain the sickness isn’t going to pass. It’s worsening, for certain. He can feel the queasiness in his stomach pushing and pulling, his breathing hot against his lips. 

He wants to go to Iwaizumi, and cling to him for comfort. But he’s busy with his college assignment, and had respected Oikawa’s space when he was cramming words into his report. Oikawa can’t disturb him just because he’s feeling under the weather. 

Oikawa grabs a blanket and drapes it over himself, curling against it to get whatever warmth he can out of it. Sleeping on the sofa isn’t exactly comfortable, but it’s the softest surface he can lie against. 

A groan slips past his lips. Drops of sweat begin to gather on his skin, and a shiver passes through his spine. His upper stomach feels like it’s being stabbed with a blunt object. Tears begin to form in his eyes. 

The dizzy feeling in his head presses against his eyes, until it begins to hurt. Before he can do anything about it, it develops into an awful headache. It spreads into his eye sockets and down into his jaw. He squeezes his eyes shut, pressing his face against the cushion. 

Oikawa wants to cry. His condition has worsened exponentially in a matter of minutes. His stomach is gurgling painfully, and his head pounds periodically, different from his usual migraines. He can barely move without his head swimming. 

He attempts to get down from the sofa, and the moment his feet touch the ground, something shifts in his stomach. A dry heave escapes him, leaving his stomach cramped and sore. He crawls onto the floor, still tangled in the blanket. 

The trip to the bedroom seems too long, as he drags his feet across the ground. The door is right in front of him. The sudden overwhelming urge to cry strikes him. He’s going to disturb Iwaizumi and ruin his grades. He’s an awful boyfriend. His head hurts so much. 

“Iwa-chan…” Oikawa calls out, pushing the door open slightly. He sees the back of Iwaizumi’s head, as he works away at his laptop. A stabbing pain in his stomach makes him whimper and crumple onto the ground. 

Whether it’s Oikawa’s miserable voice or the thump that gave him away, Iwaizumi stops what he’s doing. He turns around, and sees the normally sturdy Oikawa in a heap on the ground. “Oi, what’s wrong?” He tears himself out of his seat, making a run towards him. 

It’s a moment of acknowledgement for Oikawa, and he breaks. “I feel really unwell,” he sobs, as Iwaizumi puts his hand on his forehead. “My head hurts. And my stomach.” He leans into the touch, not needing to play up his symptoms like he sometimes does. He’s actually sick. 

“Shit, you’re sick. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Iwaizumi’s voice is rough, in contrast to his tender touches. Oikawa only manages another choked sob, which resonates like a steel ball banging against his head. His skin is boiling, and he still can’t stop shivering. 

“I’m sorry. Didn’t want to disturb you.” Oikawa sniffles, hugging Iwaizumi to keep him within reach. He’s on his knees, barely able to stand up. 

Iwaizumi picks up the blanket tangled around Oikawa’s limbs, and wraps him up. “I wasn’t trying to blame you, idiot.” He lifts him onto their shared bed, pulling the covers up over his warm body. “Sleep it off for a bit. You probably have a fever.” 

“I can’t,” Oikawa whines, wrapping his arm around his stomach. “I feel nauseous and my head really hurts.” 

Iwaizumi huffs, stroking Oikawa’s hair. “I’ll get some painkillers for you. Try not to puke until I come back, if you can.” 

He leaves the room, and Oikawa shifts on the bed with a groan. His stomach feels bloated, despite the lack of food put into it. An airy burp escapes him, worsening the sickly feeling in his stomach. 

“Still feeling crappy?” Iwaizumi asks, coming back into the room with a plastic basin and a glass of water. “If you feel like throwing up, you should probably take care of that before having any medicine.” 

Oikawa nods, keeping the basin within a safe distance. His stomach tugs at him, gurgling ominously. “I feel sick, but I don’t know if I can throw up. I just feel queasy.” 

A hand is on his back, rubbing firmly up and down. “You won’t feel good if you’re just sitting there nauseous all day.” Iwaizumi says, and Oikawa lets out a hiccup in response. “Try and get it up.” 

“I don’t know how to.” Oikawa holds the basin, wishing he could hurry up and get the nausea out of his stomach. His stomach is queasy and bloated enough to make him burp a couple of times, but nothing more happens. 

Iwaizumi hands him a glass of water. “Have a drink. I’ll press on your stomach, maybe that’ll help.” He suggests, and Oikawa gulps. Iwaizumi’s sheer strength would probably make all of his internal organs rise to his mouth. The mental image isn’t very pleasant. 

Oikawa gulps down the water, and immediately feels a change in his body. His stomach is trying to reject it. A wet belch passes through his lips, and Iwaizumi pats his back to try and coax more out of him. 

“It’s okay, Oikawa. It’ll be over soon.” Iwaizumi says, hand slipping down to press on his stomach. “Get it all out, okay?” He gives a few comforting rubs, before applying enough pressure to make Oikawa gag. He doesn’t throw up, but comes close to it. 

Oikawa shivers underneath the blankets, waiting for the inevitable to happen. “Fuck,” he spits into the basin, shoulders rising and falling. His stomach feels like it’s being churned. 

Iwaizumi presses inwards on Oikawa’s stomach, moving his hand upwards. That combined with a firm rub on his back seems to have done the trick. A gurgle comes from Oikawa’s throat, and a splash of vomit lands into the basin. 

Oikawa lets out a shaky breath. Another wave of nausea makes his stomach clench, and he feels the vomit rise to his throat. Iwaizumi pats his back gently as he pukes, urging him to get everything out of his system. 

“It’s all right. I’ve got you.” Iwaizumi holds him as he throws up, stroking his hair. Oikawa sniffles, gagging once and vomiting a thin stream of liquid. His mouth feels disgusting, and his stomach heaves even when there’s nothing left. 

Iwaizumi offers him a glass of water, to rinse out his mouth. Once he gets rid of the bitter aftertaste, he feels a little less awful. His stomach feels empty, and although his headache is still there, he feels marginally better. 

“I wanna sleep, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa murmurs, curling up into the pillow. He feels Iwaizumi’s hand on his head, stroking his hair. 

He closes his eyes, knowing Iwaizumi is there for him. He’s okay. He’ll feel better soon, and he’ll ask for as much attention he can squeeze out of him. 

[dudadragneel]

Hey guys! It's me!

How are you?

It's been some time but I finally managed to finish one of the requests 😅

🍋, I hope you'll like it!!

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Picture, if you will, Chan waking up in the middle of the night bc his tummy hurts and he's beginning to feel sick to his stomach. He doesn't want to get up and wake people up, so he just lies there and breathes through the nausea as best he can.

Eventually it reaches a point where it's too much, and he burps quite loud. But it's one of those sicky burps right before someone throws up and he knows he's fucked.

He'd make a dash for the bathroom, hit the floor and bend over the toilet with another sicky burp before he's heaving and retching louder than he would like. Of course this would wake at least 1 person up and they would come to see what in gods name is taking place at the unceremonious time in the morning, which is Chan with his arms folded across the toilet while he spills his guts into it.

It would be so cute, them holding his hair back, or even putting it in a little ponytail, and rubbing his back/belly to soothe him and help him feel less ill. Getting him water or medicine, trying to convince him to go back to bed with

a bucket and him refusing because he feels too sick to move from the bathroom floor.

Chan wouldn't even try and hide that he was sick, it would be a rare time he actually admitted to being unwell and not try to go to work. He would let himself be pampered and cared for while his body fights the stomach bug. I hope this is what you're looking for

Unexpected midnight wake-up call

Packed schedules, intense practicing and exercises meant a huge appetite for any idol.

A specific outing, a moment that was meant to be relaxing after a packed week, turned out to be one of Chan's worst nights, more realistically, worst week.

They went to a nearby restaurant, one they tended to go to a lot because the food was delicious, the atmosphere was cozy and relaxing, and quite honestly, the price was good. And a plus, the restaurant owners had a liking to them and they knew how they needed that time to relax, so they did their best to give them privacy.

Everything was good, the food was tasty like always and they used that time to unwind and chat about the past week and what they were gonna do during the short break that was coming. Despite being tired, they were in high spirits like always.

Chan was particularly hungry, having changed his workout routine along with Lee Know and Changbin, his apetite was twice bigger than before. And he saw a dish on the menu that caught his attention as well as Lee Know's, so he didn't hesitate to order.

But oh, was that a mistake.

The dish did taste good and it was definitely one that would enter his list of options whenever they went to that restaurant again.

After finishing their meal, they continued to chat a bit so the food could settle before they walked back to the dorm.

However, Chan was feeling like it wasn't siting as well as he thought but he had to admit it, he had eaten quite a lot so he just attributed it to that.

He'd soon find out that was far from being the case.

The walk back was relaxing and they were taking their time to enjoy the peace and quiet of the street and chilly air. It was a nice walk for everybody, except for Chan.

He was interacting with the boys, laughing and all but there was a strange feeling in his stomach that was starting to bother him.

But then again, he thought it was just a case of overeating and that the walk and maybe some medication would help with the feeling.

It would not, though.

Once in the dorm, they all just threw themselves on the couch or on the floor, completely drained of their batteries and almost entering a food coma.

Chan went to the kitchen and decided to take his medication so it could work on his body as he washed up for sleep.

But one of them noticed it.

- Hyung, what are you doing?

Lee Know asked coming up behind Chan and resting his chin on his hyung's shoulder, like a curious cat.

- Oh, Minho-yah. It's just something to help with digestion, guess I ate too much hahaha

Lee Know just hummed, seemingly satisfied and convinced by Chan's answer and left.

Chan decided to take a shower first and go straight to bed, because in addition to feeling full he was extremely tired and he was almost sure he'd fall asleep standing up.

The hot water felt heavenly, helping relax his aching muscles and distract him from the discomfort in his stomach.

He put on a comfy change of clothes and walked out of the bathroom for one last duty as a leader before he called it a night.

- Kids, go take your showers before you fall asleep on the floor. Come on.

He said gently, nudging each one of them who were already dozing off. When they were all up and deciding who'd go first, Chan retreated to his bedroom for a much needed and deserved rest.

- Good night, kids.

- Good night, hyung.

When he lay down, he felt himself sinking into the mattress, feeling all the pressure of the day slowly dissipating.

He barely managed to pull the blanket before he was fast asleep.

But that relief was short lived. Although he did manage to sleep like a rock, it only lasted maximum 1 hour before he was woken up by the way his stomach starting to twist.

The discomfort from earlier had morphed into a rapidly increasing nausea and he could hear his stomach gurgling really loudly.

It was twisting and turning, its contents sloshing around. He was lying down in his comfy mattress and yet, it felt like it was made of water and that it was swaying continuously.

The world was tilting as if he was moving when in fact he was lying perfectly still.

And the nausea just kept on building up.

He broke into cold sweats, his heart was racing, his mouth started to fill with saliva and he kept on swallowing it until his mouth was completely dry.

But it insisted, the saliva came back and with it his stomach churned and he felt the urge to vomit increasing. But he didn't want to get up, he knew that moving would be one of the worst decisions he could make.

So when his stomach contracted and the amount of saliva increased, he started to swallow convulsively, desperate to keep it at bay.

He covered his eyes with his arm, clenching his fist while his other hand gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white in an attempt to control his body.

For a brief moment it worked. And he thought that was it. But it was almost as if his body was pranking him, because the moment he relaxed and let out a shaky breath, his stomach jumped once more and he felt something coming up.

An air bubble, so he decided to burp to feel some sort of relief. However, the moment he did so, that burp came out louder and wetter than he intended and brought something with it.

He realized that this time, no effort would keep the disaster from happening, there was no holding it in.

He sat up, way faster than he'd like and it just worsened the feeling.

He had to get to the bathroom in record time, or else he'd vomit on the floor of his bedroom and the thought of having to clean it later was enough to make him even more nauseous.

When he stood up from his bed, the nausea reached its peak and he gagged, clamping a hand to his mouth and heading towards the bathroom.

By the time he reached the bathroom, he was barely holding it together. In fact he could feel something starting to escape his mouth.

He hurriedly closed the door behind him, which made a rather loud noise and he could only pray it didn't wake up any of the kids. And then he basically fell to his knees as he lost the battle against his stomach, part of the first wave getting on the ground and the edges of the toilet.

The vomit was thick and chunky, barely digested, straining his throat and making him cough in the process.

The consistency was so thick, it was being hard to get it out. He kept on gagging and coughing, trying to bring more up but the difficulty in doing that was making him retch even louder.

Loud painful retches filled the bathroom as he tried so desperately to will his stomach to cooperate with him.

Although it was kicking and twisting while he was in bed, constantly sending signals that he was gonna throw up, now it seemed to be pulling a prank on him by not bringing anything up.

Or really just making it so difficult.

The loud retching continued and the amount of effort he was making and the little amount of vomit coming up was starting to make him stressed.

The strain was so much, he had tears this close to streaming down his cheeks, his face was red and his neck's veins were popping.

He was so dazed with the whole situation, he didn't even notice when one of the members entered the bathroom. His brain only registered the presence of someone in there with him after they called his name a couple of times.

It was Changbin.

The younger rapper not only woke up due to the loud noises but also because Lee Know had told him earlier that he saw Chan taking something for his stomach. And that information didn't quite leave his mind.

Chan was more prone to have stomach issues so they kept an eye on him whenever he ate spicy food or when he was overly stressed. Because, normally it meant he'd get sick later.

- Hyung? Chan-hyung?

Changbin called out, trying not to speak too loudly and risk waking up the others. He knew Chan was already stressed with the fact that he popped up in the bathroom and they hadn't exchanged one word yet.

Chan was basically hugging the toilet retching loudly and barely getting bile to come up and then lifted his head a bit and realized Changbin was inside the bathroom.

He let out a frustrated groan and hid his face on his arms.

Great. Now one of the kids was up and worried about him.

Changbin knelt down next to his hyung and proceeded to rub his back.

- What's going on, hyung?

Chan spat out a thick amount of saliva  before burying his face in his arms again and answering Changbin.

- I don't know... I guess I just ate too much...

The sheer mention of food was enough to trigger his stomach again. Before he knew, he was gagging once more, a sequence of painful unproductive loud retches.

Changbin kept his hand on Chan's back, rubbing it up and down as he desperately tried to get something up.

- Fuck... nothing's coming up...

- Do you want me to help you? Or maybe some water to see if helps?

Chan was already feeling bad that his misery woke up Changbin and the idea of being so vulnerable to the point of needed that kind of help made him feel angry at himself. So he settled for the water.

- Water would be good, I guess....

- I'll be back in a minute

The younger rapper said already leaving the bathroom.

Chan just slumped back, leaning against the tub, taking a deep breath and resting his head between his hands. And his mind was spiraling with thoughts.

He had cut short Changbin's peaceful sleep, when he knew everyone needed that rest.

And he was getting annoyed over the fact that his bedroom didn't have a bathroom of his own so when these type of things happened, he could have more privacy.

After a while Changbin came back with a glass of water and gave it to Chan. And also a towel to clean up the mess.

- Thanks....and sorry...

He took a sip and grimaced at how his stomach reacted to it, as if he had drank a shot of vodka and churned but not enough for him to throw up.

Changbin sat by Chan's side, rubbing his back in soothing circles. He didn't know whether Chan wanted that or not, but he didn't complain or anything.

That was when Changbin noticed how his hyung's back was soaked in sweat and he felt kind of hot. He placed a hand on his forehead and confirmed his concern, he was running a fever.

- Hyung, I think you have a fever. I don't think this is a case of overeating...

Chan just let out a frustrated sigh, ducking his head.

The last thing he needed was a stomach bug, not when they still had some work to do before their break.

- Hyung, you good?

- No...my head is throbbing...

He said gripping his head and squeezing it, in an attempt to ease the pain.

- Hyung, why don't you go back to the bedroom? We can leave a bucket there just in case.

- No, I don't wanna leave here. I'm dizzy and my body feels heavy...

- I'll help you.

That sentence, Chan didn't like that sentence not one bit.

He was the oldest of the group, the leader, in his mind he wasn't supposed to be helped but the one helping. There were very rare times where he allowed himself to rest and let the kids take care of him, but it took a lot convincing.

- There's no need to, Changbinnie. I can do it myself.

And there it was. The stubborn leader. The same stubborn leader Changbin found leaning on the side of his bed puking his guts out once.

- You're really stubborn, you know that?

Chan just chuckled and tried standing up. But his body betrayed him.

As soon as he motioned to get up, his stomach lurched and he barely had time to reach for the toilet again before a torrent of thick chunky vomit gushed out of him hitting the toilet with a sickening sound.

Changbin winced and was by his hyung's side in a flash, rubbing his back and holding his hair out of his face.

- Aigoo~, there we go, let it all out, hyung.

His stomach contracted again making him retch another wave before he was left dry heaving, but his stomach didn't stop contracting and it was starting to hurt his abdomen.

- Oh my god, hyung.

It was contracting so intensely that the dizziness amplified tenfold and for a brief moment he blacked out, slumping backwards but Changbin caught him, letting him lean on his body.

- Hyung, you with me?

Changbin asked concerned and nudging Chan slightly.

- Yeah...sorry about that...

Only then Chan realized just how sick he was, he couldn't hide or deny it anymore. And deep inside his mind, his thoughts were divided 60/40.

40% of him was getting anxious at the thought of having the kids take care of him and not being able to work.

The other 60% was feeling bad enough to the point where he didn't wanna work and just stay in bed.

- Changbinnie, I really don't feel good...

Chan admitted, completely defeated, resting his head on Changbin's shoulder.

He was known for cuddling and hugging the members all the time but this time it was different.

This was him acknowledging he wanted and needed comfort and help, and that broke Changbin's heart and also made him increasingly worried.

- I know hyung. What do you say we get you to the bedroom so you can lie down?

- I think I'll take you on that offer now....

Changbin carefully placed his arms under Chan's and gently helped him up.

He swayed, feeling the floor sinking beneath his feet but Changbin steadied him.

- Hyung, I'll stay with you in the bedroom, okay?

Chan just nodded, too tired and too sick to protest. Even to his own surprise, he wanted that comfort, he wanted someone with him, he wanted to be taken care of.

Once Chan lay down on his bed, he noticed how exhausted his body was. He felt like he was boiling from the inside, he was shivering like someone who was left on Mount Everest, his stomach was in knots and it felt like there were heavy weights pressing down all over his body.

For a moment he wasn't sure he'd even be able to move again.

He just groaned trying to shift his position a little to see if he could get more comfortable.

- Do you think it was the food?

Changbin asked sitting on the edge of the bed next to Chan.

The older suppressed a gag and groaned softly before managing to answer.

- Yeah, I think so....I started feeling weird as soon as we finished eating—

He barely finished his sentence when another gag surged. But he managed to keep it down. But not for long.

He covered his eyes with his arm and took deep breaths, trying to calm down his angry stomach.

In the meantime Changbing quickly went to the kitchen to fetch a bucket.

And he got back to the bedroom just in time.

Changbin noticed how Chan was gripping the sheets, his jaw was clenched and he kept on swallowing convulsively.

- Hyung, if you need to throw up just let it happen.

Chan didn't know why, but for some reason most of his walls were completely down.

He really didn't have the energy to move a muscle so Changbin carefully helped him sit up and placed the bucket in front of him.

Chan leaned over spitting out a thick stream of saliva and groaned at the awful sensation all over his body.

He spat out more saliva a couple more times before his stomach heaved again forcing up another thick torrent of vomit.

Changbin stood by his side, holding his hair and rubbing his back up and down as his hyung continued to empty his stomach.

It felt like the organ was trying to turn itself out, purging itself from everything inside.

A harsh contraction sent more content up at the same moment Chan tried to take a breath and he ended up choking, breaking into a coughing fit.

Changbin quickly changed his approach and started patting his back, trying to help dislodge whatever got stuck. A few seconds later, Chan managed to cough up another chunky stream of vomit.

The stench was filling the room and the bucket was getting full way too quickly.

- Hyung, I think you've got a stomach bug...you wouldn't be vomiting like this if it was only a case of overeating. Plus, you're running a fever, which seemed to have gotten higher.

Chan just groaned in response, spitting out and rinsing his mouth with the water Changbin gave him and then slumped back into the bed.

- I'll check your temperature, okay?

The older boy just nodded covering his eyes again, the lights piercing through them and stinging his head.

- Changbinnie, can you dim the lights a bit? My head feels like it's gonna explode...

- Sure.

Changbin did as his leader asked and then grabbed a thermometer.

- 39.5°C, hyung it's pretty high. We need to bring it down. Do you think you can stomach some medicine?

Chan gagged and leaned over the side of the bed in time for a thin stream of bile to come up and out.

- I guess that's a no... Let's take a quick bath then, it might help a bit, okay?

- Okay...

- I'll help you, come on.

Changbin gently helped Chan sit on the edge of the bed, holding him steady as he squeezed his head trying to get rid of the dizziness.

- You good?

- Yeah, just...dizzy...

- Do you think you can walk?

- Yeah, I think so...

But he couldn't, even though Changbin helped him, his knees buckled as soon as he was up. The young rapper quickly grabbed him, steadying so he wouldn't fall.

He wrapped an arm around Chan's waist and guided him to the bathroom.

Once there Chan leaned over the sink, the nausea coming back after that little walk from his bedroom to the bathroom.

- Do you want to throw up again?

Chan just nodded, ducking his head and leaning himself on the sink trying to take deep breaths to calm down his churning stomach. Changbin stood by his side rubbing soothing circles on his back, trying to provide what little comfort he could.

But it was no use. He started dry heaving, his stomach contracting forcefully but nothing was coming up, even though Chan felt like there was still something needing to get out.

And it was starting to get too much.

- Changbinnie, can you help me...?

- Sure, hyung.

Changbin seemed to understand what Chan wanted so he didn't say anything else.

He changed his approach.

Instead of rubbing circles, he started to rub Chan's back from his lower back to in-between his shoulder blades, trying to stimulate his body.

And he used his other hand to press on Chan's stomach, even though he himself knew how that was uncomfortable.

- Hyung, it'll be uncomfortable but bear with me, okay?

- mhmm

Chan was feeling miserable and he needed help, he even asked for it. And Changbin's touch was comforting, making him feel relaxed and not care that much about being vulnerable.

Changbin kept pressing on his stomach, doing it a little harder every time until Chan's stomach reacted to the stimulation.

A sick wet burp brought out another wave of putrid vomit that splattered on the sink. He barely managed to catch his breath when another one came up, so strong it made him sway slightly but Changbin kept a firm grip on him while still rubbing his back.

A few minutes later, Chan was just dry heaving again, his stomach continued to contract but there was nothing more to come up but bile.

- Hyung, try to breathe, okay? Come on, straighten your back a little.

Chan tried to do as he said, gagging again at the movement but pushing through it.

Once he was straight, he closed his eyes and instinctively grabbed Changbin's hand to ground himself and started to take deep breaths.

Changbin kept rubbing Chan's back all the time until he felt stable enough to proceed with the bath.

- Wanna try taking a shower now?

- Yeah...

- Do you want me to stay in here with you?

- No, there's no need to. I think I can manage...

Chan answered, not sounding very convincing. But Changbin knew he wanted his privacy and even though he was afraid of letting Chan alone in the bathroom, he would never cross the line with his hyung.

- Okay, I'll be right outside. Don't lock the door, hyung and yell if you need anything, okay?

- I will...

With that Changbin left the bathroom and sat by the door, not trusting Chan's body to cooperate with him.

Inside the bathroom Chan had a little bit of difficulty to take off his clothes, the fever making his muscles ache and his body feel heavy.

When he was out of his clothes, he sat on the edge of the bath tub before he could actually take his shower.

It was supposed to be relaxing but the lukewarm water, although helping his aching muscles, made the room stuffy and he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him and it brought the nausea back.

He was too weak, in fact, he was afraid of moving too fast and risk falling. An injury on top of a stomach bug was not on his wishlist.

So when the nausea grew stronger and sent something up his chest, he braced himself against the wall leaning over the drain as another wave of vomit poured out, the water quickly washing it away.

Changbin must've heard the sound of retching from outside because Chan soon heard a soft knock on the door.

- Hyung? Is everything okay?

He asked, not daring to open the door and take Chan's privacy away.

- Y-Yeah...don't worry...

Chan took a few minutes to recollect himself before he managed to finish his bath without further incidents.

By the time he was done with his bath, he was running on fumes. He barely managed to put on the clothes Changbin left on the bathroom before his body gave out making him sit on the edge of the bathtub again and refusing to move.

And again, Chan didn't want to deal with all this alone. During the bath he wanted his privacy, sure. But now that it was over and he was dressed?

He really wanted Changbin to come back and help him.

- Changbinnie...you can come in....

He said weakly, praying that Changbin heard it because he didn't have the energy to shout.

And he did, thankfully.

- Hey, hyung. Is everything okay? I heard retching...

- yeah, I....I just felt sick again... Can you help me back to the bedroom? My body won't move....

He managed to say with a weak chuckle.

- Of course. Let's go.

Changbin positioned himself in front of Chan to give him a piggyback ride to his bedroom and noticed his body temperature dropped a little, which made him feel relieved.

Once in Chan's bedroom again, Changbin gently lowered him down and Chan just sunk into the pillows. His eyes were barely open.

- I'll check your temperature again, hyung.

Thankfully the fever had lowered a bit, and it was good enough since Chan wouldn't be able to stomach a pill and that bath would have to do the trick.

- How are you feeling now, hyung?

- Dizzy, nauseous, my head hurts...and I'm tired...

- Do you think you're gonna be sick again? Like now?

- No, seems settled for now...

- I'll leave the bucket here just in case. It's a stomach bug, this will be needed.

Changbin said playfully, earning a chuckle from Chan. He then left to grab a cold cloth for him and then placed it on Chan's forehead in a way that it also covered his eyes.

- Woah....this feels good...

And apparently, it helped soothe some of the discomfort Chan was feeling because Changbin noticed how his body instantly relaxed.

- Can...can you stay...here?

Chan asked, barely conscious.

Changbin would be lying that he didn't find it cute or that his heart skipped a beat at the sudden request.

- Of course hyung.

It wasn't always that Chan let the kids take care of him, it was pretty rare for him to let himself be seen in such a weak state. So Changbin took that opportunity to make sure he was as pampered as he deserved.

[fairyniceyeah]

🧭🐶I’m afraid, I’m in pain, I’m okay

Title from Leave (Stray Kids)

Summary: After all the concerts and travels Seungmin gets an ear infection: He can either stay behind in America or attempt the painful plane travel with his members…

CW: emeto, medics, IVs

Sickie: Seungmin Caretaker(s): Hyung-line

It was the last concert of their America tour. Seungmin knew he should give his best, sing his heart out and dance like there was no tomorrow for STAY.

And he wanted to. If only he was feeling better. Normally he was the last person to admit to it but he was so done. There was nothing he wanted more than to crawl into bed and sleep for days. Sadly that was not to be part of his near future.

They still had about half of their concert left.

Seungmin was sure he was not the only member that was so tired. Changbin, his room mate for the past week, had been snoring the moment his head hit his pillow the last nights. Therefore Seungmin didn’t think he had any right to complain.

The tiredness and muscle aches were easily explained by weeks of shows nearly every evening. But Seungmin was also uncomfortably hot under the stage lights and there was a faint sense of dizziness hazing his vision. Or maybe that was the drops of sweat falling into his eyes. It certainly didn’t help that he hadn’t felt like eating the past two days – instead opting to sleep more. Not that it had helped apparently.

The whole feeling of unwellness was accompanied by an unwelcome, unhappy sensation in his stomach. Probably hunger, since he hadn’t eaten since lunch and his reduced appetite must have left his stomach achingly empty. That must be it.  

But that still didn’t explain the strange feeling in his right ear. It wasn’t necessarily painful, just tender when touched. He hadn’t even realized until he had put in his in-ears earlier that evening. He had used the same in-ears for the whole tour so it couldn’t be that the right one didn’t fit. Maybe something had happened to it? He did have problems hearing the backtrack and the live-singing.

Well, he could deal with it. No need to involve the technicians during the last concert and no need to let STAY down.

🧭

It was around the last songs of the evening that Seungmin realized that he completely relied on the hearing in his left ear. The sound coming from the right in-ear was extremely muffled. It was hard to keep the beat and dance in sync with the others so he tried to catch Bang Chan’s eyes. The members had stopped for a talking break and Seungmin decided to use the opportunity to get his in-ear checked out after all. He didn’t want to let the members or, even worse, STAY down.

As Chan looked into his direction, Seungmin tapped his ear and pointed backstage. The leader nodded and the vocalist hurried off-stage. He needed to be back in time for the next song.

“What’s going on, Seungmin-ah?”, his manager asked, rushing around the corner to greet him.

“I’m having problems with my in-ear”, Seungmin replied, frowning a bit. Even after taking out the offending earpiece his own voice still sounded muffled.

“Okay, let’s hurry”, the manager agreed and frantically waved a technician over. The woman fumbled around with the device and handed it back to Seungmin. He put it in and gave her access to the mic pac.

“I don’t see a problem”, she said, looking a bit confused, “it should be working fine. Obviously, I believe that you are having trouble but I don’t see what could be wrong.”

“Do we have a spare in-ear?”, Seungmin asked.

The technician shook her head. “I’m really sorry, I was looking for it earlier since I noticed it missing but it must have gotten lost between the cities.”

“Is there anything else we can do?”, the manager questioned, looking at his wrist watch.

“I can do it like this”, Seungmin said, sounding more confident than he felt, “I can rely on the left in-ear. It’s only a few songs. Thank you, noona. Hyung.” He bowed a bit.

“Alright, take care”, the manager called at him as Seungmin already jogged back up to the stage.

🧭

The concert was over. Finally. Not something Seungmin had ever believed he would think. But he really had struggled to keep up in the end. He hoped STAY hadn’t noticed. Or his members.

While the others, full of energy and adrenaline, were jumping around the dressing room and celebrating the finished tour, Seungmin just fell down onto one of the sofas. He relished in being off his feet, at last not having to hold himself up anymore. The sooner they got to the hotel, the sooner he got to sleep. But that would mean he would have to move, get changed, walk to the car, survive the drive, get up to the room and shower. That sounded like so much effort.

Seungmin had no strength to pretend he was fine and he wasn’t sure he really wanted to. His head was pounding and everything ached. He was nauseous too - not “I’m about to puke”-bad but also not just a slight feeling of unwellness. Not having to fight this on his own actually sounded nice. Maybe he wouldn’t mind for once if his members did notice.

It was as if his mind had been read. The sofa dipped next to him and as he blinked his eyes open he found Chan looking down at his slumped figure with worry in his face.

“What’s up, mate?”, the leader asked without preamble. Probably hoping to surprise Seungmin and catch him off guard enough that he would let slip that something was going on. He needn’t have tried. Seungmin was ready to admit something was off. Chan’s voice had sounded far away and his ear was hurting even after taking out the ear piece. Seungmin was too tired to figure out what that might mean.

“Don’t feel good, hyung”, the younger whispered, pulling his left knee up to his chest to rest his head on it.

Chan was taken aback, so much was clear. He hadn’t expected honesty from his stubborn main vocalist. Seungmin didn’t have enough strength to feel bad about making him worry.

“Is that why you went off-stage during the talk?”, Chan asked. By now the other members seemed to have noticed that something was up, as the dressing room was suddenly awfully quiet. Sadly, it didn’t even help Seungmin’s headache much.

“No.” He shook his head in a tiny motion. “In-ear wasn’t working.”

“What’s going on with you?”, Lee Know asked, coming over to squat down in front of the sofa to study Seungmin.

“I’ve felt better.”

A soft, cold hand landed on his forehead. Seungmin sighed. It felt good. The hand moved away and he whined, trying to follow it with his head. Somebody chuckled and the hand was placed back.

“You’re running a fever, I think”, Chan exclaimed. Oh, so it was his hand. Seungmin shrugged.

“Can we just go back to the hotel?”, the vocalist pleaded.

His hair was brushed from his forehead and somebody affirmed his question.

🧭

Consciousness returned slowly to the young vocalist.

Seungmin didn’t remember getting changed out of his stage outfit, removing the make-up or the drive to the hotel. Somebody must have put him to bed.

He groaned, wondering why he was awake in the middle of the night. It was dark in the room, so it must be night, right? He had been so exhausted, why didn’t have his body mercy and let him sleep?

That’s when he felt it.

He scrambled out of bed, his legs nearly tangling themselves in the bed covers and they fell to the ground with him. He kicked them away and raced to the bathroom, one hand over his mouth.

Seungmin collapsed to his knees in front of the toilet bowl and heaved. Immediately his stomach started to expel its contents, retches taking over his senses. He clutched at the toilet seat, desperate to keep upright amongst the disorienting vertigo.

He felt terrible. The vomiting kept his breath from him and no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t stop. The bile in his mouth and nose tasted bad and burned worse. His ear was burning and pulsing in beat with his heart. Everything was spinning.

Seungmin was sure he had never felt so sick in his entire life.

His strength waning every second, he was convinced he would die in there, a small hotel in an American city he had forgotten the name of. Either choking on his stomach contents or hitting his head on the bowl from dizziness, pathetic either way. He didn’t even know when he had started to cry but the sobs were wrecking his whole body.

He was shaking and, just as he thought falling down would be the way he would go out, a comforting hand landed on his shoulder. “Help”, Seungmin gasped, trying to clutch at the other person for stability.

Soon a hand found his and he held on tight, his lifeline in a sea of nausea and waves and tears.

“Min-ah, try to calm down”, a familiar voice whispered. His Changbinnie-hyung. “I got you, puppy, you’re going to be fine.”

Seungmin didn’t care just how childlike he sounded when he whined: “I want it to…” He broke off to throw up again, only a bit of bile splashing into the disgustingness beneath him. “… I want it to stop now.”

“Shh, I know. You’re doing so good. Hyung has got you.”

Who was Seungmin to doubt his strong Changbinnie-hyung?

He found it was much easier to breathe with the older man at his side. Slowly Seungmin was able to stop gagging every few seconds and Changbin guided him away from the bowl to lean against the elder’s chest. Tears were still falling down Seungmin’s face and he felt the disgusting snot on his face.

“Hey, baby”, Changbin mumbled, brushing Seungmin’s hair out of his face. “Are you feeling better now that you got that out?”

Seungmin wasn’t sure. He still felt so sick. Everything was lost to a feverish daze, drowned out by the pain in his head, ear and stomach. Even his skin seemed to hurt.

“Hurts”, he whispered, burying his face against Changbin’s shoulder. The rapper sighed and gently dislodged Seungmin from himself. Seungmin didn’t want to let him go.

“Seungmin-ah, I just need to flush the toilet, okay? And I think you need some medication. You’re burning.”

“Sleep”, Seungmin begged.

“Soon”, Changbin promised, “let me up a sec.”

It was as if Seungmin had only blinked, then Changbin was kneeling in front of him again, asking him to open his mouth. Seungmin gagged against the thermometer, pressing a panicked hand to his mouth.

“Deep breaths”, Changbin advised, rubbing his arm.

It didn’t help. Without any more warning more vomit spilled from his lips onto his sleepshirt. Seungmin could only cry harder.

“Oh, baby, you’re really sick.” Changbin sighed and wiped Seungmin’s mouth with a damp washcloth, then his shirt. Wherever he had gotten that from Seungmin wasn’t sure.

“Can we try again?”, Changbin asked, “I know you don’t want to but I’m really worried.” Seungmin couldn’t help but keep crying. He didn’t want to try again, he just wanted to sleep. But he knew Changbin would not give up.

“Can you hold my hand?”, the vocalist mumbled, blinking up at the elder.

“Of course, Min-ah”, Changbin replied at once, taking his hand in a gentle grasp. With the other he lifted the thermometer to Seungmin’s lips. Reluctantly Seungmin opened his mouth, fighting against the urge to gag. With his hyung’s hand in his hand it was bearable.

“38,9°C”, Changbin read, “no wonder you are feeling so icky.”

Icky wasn’t the word Seungmin would have used but he agreed it fit.

“I have some fever reducers here. Do you think you can try to drink a bit and take them? Then I’ll put you to bed asap.”

The magic word bed definitely helped. Anything for that. So Seungmin let the water bottle be tipped against his lips and he managed to swallow the pill that was placed on his tongue without any major issues.

“Bed?”, he asked hopefully.

“Yeah, let’s get you into clean clothes and then horizontal”, Changbin agreed and lifted Seungmin into his arms without preamble. The vocalist, while normally not happy about being carried, was for once glad. He wasn’t sure if he would have been able to get up, let alone walk, on his own.

🧭

“It’s Seungmin. Yeah, he’s really sick. Was running a fever and threw up tonight, hyung. Can you send a medic?”

Seungmin woke up to Changbin’s voice talking, apparently to Chan, on the phone. He blinked his eyes open and took stock of his body. The high fever from the night seemed to have gone down. He didn’t feel good but he didn’t feel as bad as he had before.

With shame he remembered crying and begging.

Thankfully Changbin was a kind person. He would never make fun of Seungmin for being sick and he certainly wouldn’t tell anybody just how pathetic he had been.

While his fever was not as present, the headache and the nausea were still there. All of it was triumphed by the pain in his ear, however. It hurt. Confused, Seungmin reached up to feel and had to bite back a cry of pain as he came into contact. It really hurt.

Changbin must have heard him as suddenly he was sitting beside Seungmin’s on the bed, smiling down at him.

“Good morning, puppy. How are you feeling? Chan, manager-nim and a medic are on their way here to check on you”, he explained.

“Better, I think”, Seungmin said slowly. Then, deciding he couldn’t and shouldn’t hide it anyway, he added: “My ear really hurts.”

“Your ear?”, Changbin asked. Seungmin nodded and turned his head.

“Oh shit, Min!” Changbin was staring at him with wide eyes. “Yeah, I’d say it hurts. It’s flaming red and … urgh, is that puss?”

Seungmin was about to reply when an urgent-sounding knock came from the door. Changbin stood up and practically raced to the door to open it, inviting their leader, their manager and the medic in.

“Hi, Min-ah”, Chan said with a lopsided smile. He sat down on Changbin’s vacated seat next to Seungmin. “I heard you had a bad night?”

“Well, except for the puking I slept well”, Seungmin mumbled, embarrassed by so many people seeing him first thing.

Changbin and the manager stood back, while the medic approached Seungmin and Chan. “Hello, Seungmin-ssi”, he greeted, “I’m sorry you are not feeling well. Can you tell me what is going on?”

Seungmin nodded and tried to push himself up to be at least sitting up, not lying down. But tried was the operative word. As soon as he managed to lift himself up a few centimeters his vision began to swim and tilt. He dropped back down, closing his eyes as he was beginning to feel like he was seasick.

“Seungmin”, Chan shouted in worry, causing the vocalist to flinch at the loud sound. The leader apologized immediately and took the vocalist's hand.

“Dizzy”, Seungmin gasped, grasping onto his hyung for stability. Oh, this really wasn’t nice.

While Seungmin tried to recuperate from the vertigo, Chan started to talk. “He admitted to not feeling good yesterday after the concert. He didn’t say what was wrong but he definitely had a fever. He was basically knocked out before we even managed to change him into comfortable clothing. Slept through the drive and everything. He was really exhausted.”

“I woke up in the middle of the night because I heard him being sick. He was throwing up for a good twenty minutes and seemed dizzy. Had a fever of 38,9°C and he was really emotional. I gave him some fever reducers and got him something to drink. He was knocked out until this morning”, Changbin added, “He said his ear was hurting. Look, it’s really red and there seemed to be puss coming out of it.” There was still a bit of disgust in his voice.

“I see”, the medic replied, “do you have anything to add, Seungmin-ssi?”

The vocalist shook his head, suddenly feeling small under all the worried glances. “Okay, can I look at your ear?”, the medic then asked.

Despite wanting anything but that, Seungmin nodded.

The medic put on some gloves and turned his head very gently, shining a flashlight into his ear. It didn’t hurt as much as he had feared, since he didn’t even try to touch it.

“That’s an ear infection alright”, the medic concluded quickly, “I want to take your temperature again but this is definitely infected. We can try to treat it with over the counter meds and ear drops. If that doesn’t help he should get antibiotics prescribed at the hospital.”

“An ear infection?” Chan grimaced. Seungmin hadn’t expected anything else yet he was devastated by the news. He didn’t want to be sick and he didn’t want to hurt. “Is he contagious?”

“No. Ear infections themselves aren’t contagious. Did you have a cold recently, Seungmin-ssi? That might be the cause of the infection and could be contagious.” The medic grabbed a few of his instruments. “Also, I want to make sure your heart rate and pulse are okay.”

Seungmin gave him access to his arm, then said quietly: “I didn’t have a cold or anything. Lixie-hyung was coughing a bit but I never was sick. Sure, run down and tired but that’s normal.”

Chan gave him an unimpressed glance but didn’t say anything about it. Instead he asked about a different cause of the infection.

“Well, you’ve been wearing your in-ears for the concerts a lot and if they didn’t get cleaned properly that could cause an ear infection. Or honestly, just wearing stuff in your ear constantly.”

Oh. Seungmin had been wearing his earphones a lot during the flights and the bus travels and sightseeing. At night he had been using earplugs due to Changbin’s snoring (which the rapper still denied). Combined with the earpieces for the concerts…

“That makes sense”, he muttered. Great. Now it was even his own fault.

Sometimes it was like the leader could read his members’ thoughts. “Min-ah, that could have happened to anybody. Don’t beat yourself up about it”, Chan said, “you will be fine in a few days, don’t worry.”

“Speaking of: Is he okay to fly today?”, the manager asked. Shit. Right. Seungmin had completely forgotten they were traveling home that day. Flying for thirteen hours on a regular day was terrible. With how he was feeling that would be torture. But staying in America alone? That was worse. Hopefully he glanced up at the medic.

He looked torn. “I really wouldn’t recommend it. The altitude and the pressure is already not good for the ears. Flying with an ear infection is not the greatest idea.”

Seungmin felt tears burn in his eyes. He didn’t want to stay here alone. He wanted to be home.

“Please”, he begged, tears he wasn’t able to stop flowing down his cheeks, “please, I want to go home with the members.” He didn’t care that he was begging again. Chan looked crestfallen, face full of worry. He gently wiped Seungmin’s tears with his thumbs.

“Is there anything we can do so he can make it home?”, Chan asked, “I mean, if he can’t fly today, I won’t allow it. I can stay here with him. But I know that Seungmin really would feel better at home.”

“Please”, Seungmin whispered, “please, I … I don’t want to stay here.”

The medic looked reluctant. The manager too.

“Please.”

“If your fever is and stays under 38,5°C until we fly and you can keep down a bit of food and water, we can try that. But Seungmin-ssi, you have to know it will be really painful. Once we’re in the air, you can’t just opt out, you will have to endure and it will hurt a lot if you are unlucky”, the medic explained.

Seungmin really didn’t care. “I want to be with my members.”

“Okay”, his manager said, “okay, Seungmin-ah. Follow whatever the medic says is best and the moment you feel like you can’t fly you tell somebody. We will find an arrangement for a member to stay back with you. Don’t be a hero, I know you too well.”

Seungmin nodded, relieved.

“I will get you some fever reducers and ear drops. Let your hyungs take your temperature”, the medic advised.

🧭

Three hours later they were at the airport. Seungmin’s fever had been at 38,6°C since the morning but he had argued and groveled enough that the medic had given up. 

Lots of Stays were waiting for them to say goodbye. The vocalist was already dreading the noise level the screaming would cause. He had one of Chan’s beanies pulled over his ear to hide it from prying eyes – it rubbed against the fabric and Seungmin wanted to take the hat off. He obviously couldn't, so he tried to bear it. He wished for something to dampen the sound but that was the reason for the problem in the first place. What a hellish circle.

Changbin and Chan were walking at his sides, in fact all of the members had created a barrier around him to protect him. Lee Know and I.N. were walking in the front with Hyunjin, Felix and Han taking the back. It was very sweet of them and, despite knowing that Stay would worry about him due to it, he was very grateful.

The moment they reached the private area, Seungmin pulled off the beanie and sunk onto the couch. His head was ringing from the noise and he was feeling slightly nauseous again. But if anybody found out he was done for. So he kept quiet.

“How are you feeling, baby?”, Hyunjin asked, sitting down close to Seungmin. The younger one melted against him and sighed.

“I’ve been better, hyung. But I really can fly, I promise”, he said simply.

“Okay, I’m glad. Do you want to lay down and rest a bit before boarding?” Hyunjin patted his lap and, yeah, Seungmin had to admit that sounded comfy. So he laid down on his left side, his face buried in the elder’s stomach. Soft hands smoothed down his hair. Within seconds Seungmin was asleep.

🧭

Never before (maybe except that time Minho-hyung had gotten food poisoning and kept puking the whole flight) had Seungmin been so happy that, with all their staff, Stray Kids had the first class for themselves. No spying eyes, no cameras. Just peace and quiet.

Seungmin was sitting in a middle row seat next to Changbin. On Seungmin’s left was Lee Know in a lone seat at the window and on Changbin’s side was a manager. Behind them sat Felix and Han together with Jeongin enjoying a single seat. Bang Chan and Hyunjin were surrounded by two managers in front of them. The medic was a few rows behind them.

They had to wait quite some time until all passengers had boarded and then they still had to wait. Seungmin was starting to get nervous. He always had had problems with the pressure in airplanes. He was pretty scared how bad it could be now with an infected ear.

Changbin, as if sensing his fear, reached his hand over the waist-high wall dividing them and offered it, palms up. Seungmin didn’t hesitate to take it. He was feeling quite nauseous again and he wasn’t confident it was just nerves.

“Once we’re in the air you can sleep the whole flight, Min-ah”, Minho said from his other side, giving the two a small smile. “We’ll be home before you know it.”

🧭

The plane was gaining speed at a rapid rate and they were on the way home. It was barely two minutes in the air and Seungmin was regretting ever boarding the plane. His ear pain from the night and this morning was not even close to comparable. He squeezed Changbin’s hand tightly, pressing his eyes shut.

“Are you sure you don’t want chewing gum?”, Minho asked with a frown. Seungmin had refused his previous offer before take-off, knowing from breakfast that morning that chewing was also painful.

“Gimme”, he said, ignoring how short and rude he was. Minho didn’t seem to mind and handed him one of the small rectangles over the aisle. Seungmin put it in his mouth and chewed. It certainly wasn’t a good feeling but it helped the pain a bit.

But he soon found that the pain wasn’t even the worst thing. Just as the medic had explained earlier as his last try to stop Seungmin, the change of pressure had his previous issues reaching new heights. The slight dizziness was turning into full-blown vertigo, causing Seungmin to press his head against the headrest in an attempt to ground himself. It didn’t help the uncomfortable feeling of being a weightless bag tossed around at will. 

Then the nausea hit.

Seungmin gagged, ripping his hand from Changbin’s grasp to press both hands to his mouth. It was as if his body was forced forward by the nausea, leaving him helpless in its grasp. Leaning forward, however, made the vertigo even worse and for a moment all Seungmin could see was static. 

Then a retch tore up his throat and he was sick … into the plastic bag Changbin held under his mouth, uncaring of the seatbelts signs that were still on. Seungmin had a second to think to himself how glad he was that he wasn’t throwing up on himself before every control below his tongue was taken from him.

Waves of vomit came up and all that held him up was his Minho-hyung who was stabilizing his shoulder from the other side of the aisle. Seungmin was sure that he passed out a few times for just a second or two.

It felt like an eternity later when he managed to stop turning himself inside out. Minho was now kneeling beside him on the aisle floor, holding his hand. Changbin was tying off the sick bag. Chan, the manager, the medic and a stewardess were crowding his seat.

“We can still turn around for a medical emergency”, the stewardess offered, sounding worried, “we will have no opportunity to land somewhere unplanned once we’re over the ocean.”

As Seungmin lifted his head he saw Chan and the manager looking like they were about to agree. The medic was nodding already.

“No”, Seungmin rasped, “no, I want to go on.”

“What? Min-ah, you’re really sick and we’re on a thirteen hour flight. You’ll feel much better on the ground”, Chan said worriedly, running a hand through his hair. 

Seungmin shook his head, nearly sending himself into a dizzy spiral again.

“I just wanna be home, hyung”, he whispered, “please. I’ll be uncomfortable wherever I am and I’d rather be in Korea.”

“I hate to agree”, the manager said, “but I do. I promise you’ll get a one way ticket to the hospital once in Korea if you aren’t much better when we land, but I do prefer Korean hospitals.”

Chan sighed and crouched down next to Minho. “Baby, are you sure?”

“Yes.” Seungmin was sure, “it will be better now when we are at the same altitude all the time.” He hoped.

“Alright, let’s get you some ginger ale and then you can try to sleep, hm?”, Minho suggested. Seungmin nodded tiredly and tried to sip a bit on the drink he was handed. His second-oldest hyung helped stabilize his hand as it shook.

“Do you want to lie down?”, Changbin asked and Seungmin nodded. His hyungs helped him unfold his seat into a bed so he could lie down fully. 

“We’ll wake you when you are due for the next round of medication”, Chan said and toyed with Seungmin’s hair, “feel better soon.”

🧭

Seungmin woke up disoriented. He blinked. Everything hurt. His ear ached badly and he felt really nauseous again. And there was a distinct feeling in his bladder that only meant one thing: He would have to get up to use the bathroom. He knew it would suck. Tears gathered in his eyes and he couldn’t stop them from rolling down his cheeks.

“Baby, why are you crying?”, Changbin asked worriedly. His ever-attentive hyung was looking up from his phone on the other side of the wall that was supposed to give them privacy but now felt more like a barrier than anything. On his other side Minho was asleep.

Seungmin just continued sobbing. His bladder felt awfully full and he really needed to get up and relieve himself. But he knew he was too weak and too feverish to do so on his own. What was he supposed to say? He was an adult and it was more than embarrassing asking his hyung to help him to the bathroom. Besides, he didn’t think that he would even be able to move about in the cabin alone, so somebody would have to go inside with him. 

He really didn’t want that.

But what choice did he have?

“I need to pee”, he whispered, feeling his cheeks heat up even more with shame. 

“Oh, I was really worried. That’s not a problem. Let me help you walk there, hm?”, Changbin said, comforting him. He was already halfway out of his seat to round the aisle to be by Seungmin’s side, when the younger stopped him.

“No, hyung”, Seungmin whispered, his head pounding from the crying. “I … I don’t think … I … I need help. I’m so dizzy. I’m scared.”

“Oh baby”, Changbin mumbled, running his fingers through his hair. “Don’t be embarrassed. Everything will be fine, you’ll see. Give me a minute.”

It was as if Seungmin had only blinked, then Changbin was standing by his side and gently placed a hand on his arm. “Let’s get you up, okay?” Seungmin nodded and clutched at the smaller man when everything started to spin again. He gagged into his hand and Changbin’s eyes widened nearly comically. Nothing came up, however, or maybe he was too empty. Either way both of them were thankful to avoid a mess.

“What’s going on?”, Chan asked, appearing from somewhere. He was frowning again and he mustered them with worry. “Just going to the bathroom, hyung, don’t worry”, Changbin said and he must have been convincing enough that Chan backed off. Seungmin did love Chan with all his heart but his leader could be overwhelming at times. Right now having just one member knowing of his situation was bad enough.

“Slow steps”, Changbin advised and together they shuffled to the bathroom, Seungmin just trying to stay upright on weak, shaky legs. The fever was really hitting him hard, as was the vertigo. Oh, how he wanted to be home. But he’d need to endure a bit more.

Seungmin nearly burst into tears again when Changbin stepped into the cubicle with him but at this point he was just desperate enough to not care enough. Changbin did his best to help and give him his space at the same time, so while it was still embarrassing it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

Walking the few meters had been exhausting though and so Seungmin was grateful when he was able to sit back down in his seat. All he wanted to do was sleep but instead of letting him lie back down, Changbin knelt down next to him and Minho, who had woken up from his nap, was holding out a bottle of ginger ale again.

“I think you are due for some more medication”, the second oldest remarked. Oh there were the bottles of medication the medic had given him on Lee Know’s table.

Seungmin whined. He didn’t want medication. He would have to swallow, which would hurt, and he was already feeling close to getting sick again. He wanted to sleep above all things.

“Come on, puppy, just a few sips and the meds”, Changbin encouraged. Seungmin shook his head, tears pooling in his eyes.

“Just wanna sleep”, he whispered, “please, I’m so tired.”

“I know, baby”, Minho tried, “I promise, once you take the meds we will let you sleep for the rest of the flight.”

That did sound good but it would still mean he would have to take meds. He didn’t want that. Seungmin was so tired and suddenly the tears dripped down his face. Crying wasn’t making anything better, if so they made everything worse. The headache, the nausea, the pain. He pulled his knees to his chest and hugged himself close. Seungmin didn’t know how long he sat there like this, crying and feeling sorry for himself. Maybe he should have just stayed back in America. Too late for regrets.

“Can … can Jinnie-hyung cuddle with me?”, the vocalists asked finally, without looking up and biting his lip. 

“Of course I will”, Hyunjin replied. Seungmin hadn’t even noticed he was there but soon he was wrapped in a warm embrace. 

The older had sat down next to Seungmin on the makeshift bed, close enough for Seungmin to feel his body heat. He hadn’t even noticed how cold he was until he wasn’t anymore. Defeated, Seungmin let himself fall against his chest, cradled like a baby. Hyunjin was rocking them from side to side until the upset had vanished, leaving only a bone-deep exhaustion behind. He closed his eyes and drifted off against Hyunjin’s shoulder. 

When the dancer nudged him slightly, he slowly opened his eyes again, not happy with the action but also not about to cry anymore. He hated how fevers made him so emotional.

“Hey, puppy”, Hyunjin said, a soft hand coming up to play with Seungmin’s hair, “how about you try to take the medication and then I’ll cuddle you the rest of the flight, hm?”

Who was Seungmin to say no to an offer like that?

He nodded and looked around. Minho had sat back down in his own seat but still had the ginger ale and the meds at the ready. He couldn’t see Changbin and assumed he had returned to his own seat.

“Here you go”, Minho said and slowly Seungmin took a sip of the drink to wash down the first pill. Once he had all of them down, surprised it hadn’t hurt as badly as he had feared, he cuddled back up to Hyunjin. The dancer helped him to finally settle back down into a lying position.

Seungmin was already half asleep when something warm and wet touched his ear. He startled a bit, accidentally kicking Hyunjin a bit.

“Shh, it’s only a warm cloth, it’s supposed to help. Lixie googled it”, Changbin murmured and pulled the blanket up so that it covered Seungmin’s shoulder again, “sleep.”

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - Stray Kids

[slayonehundredninetytwo]

skzsickfics

hello!! 💕

I like sickfics and I like writing them, so I wanted to see if anyone would send me some requests :)

masterlist

wip list

I’ll write for:

Kpop (requests closed atm)

-Stray Kids

I’m Felix bias, but I also like Bang Chan a lot.

I will write for any member except Changbin and IN. I just don’t know them as well 🤷‍♀️ But I will obviously include them in fics, but not as the sickie.

-TXT

(ot5)

-NMIXX

i believe in Lily supremacy. Lily is my queen.

I’ll write for any member but mostly Lily

I also am a huge Bunny (New Jeans stan) but i’m not sure how i feel about writing about them currently maybe in the future if you want to see that

I also have another blog @sillysickfics192 where i write for sbg and pjo!

What I will write:

emeto

fever

injury

allergy\intolerance*

cold/flu*

*i suck at sneeze things but i will do my best 🤷‍♀️💀

What I WONT WRITE

ED fics or anything to do with mental health

kidnapping fics

NSFW

non-sickfics

little-space

member x member non-platonic relationship

y/n fics

scat 💩

Can’t wait to see what you guys come up with!

[dudadragneel]

Hello, guys! It's me!

Since my creativity is off the roof, I am here to gift you with another Chan Sickfic!

Enjoy!

This one was 🍎's request!

Hi hi I’m new to ur account I get the sense that you write hurt comfort fics (thanks btw) it’s so rare to find ppl who appreciate that on here. I also saw that you take requests so I wanted to try my luck here. Can I request a fic where Chan is having a hard time with the whole long distance thing because he’s used to being w reader all the time and he’s been feeling sick and nauseous all day and so he can’t help but call reader in the middle of the night and She immediately knows something is wrong because he’d never usually call that late. She manages to get him to admit what’s wrong and tries to help him over the phone but he has to hang up to throw up. Then reader gets emotional because she can’t be with him when he feels so sick. So she drives all the way to be with him that night.

SO CLOSE YET SO FAR

Chan had been dating you for a few good years now and despite his packed schedule, he made sure to find time to be with you as much as possible. You had offered him to live with you but he politely declined stating that the kids needed him.

He had many reasons to try to be with you as much as possible, one was because he loved you with all his heart and the other was because he felt relaxed when he was with you. You provided him the same comfort he provided to the kids, STAYs, and you.

And the good point of all this was that you lived relatively close to the dorm so it was easy to come and go to each other's house.

However, there were times when he had schedules overseas that you couldn't attend, although you tried your best to accompany him as much as possible. Sometimes you had to travel to other cities away from your house and his dorm. And these were some of the hardest for both of you.

Today was no different, you were about 1hour away from the dorm, working on a new project and messaging Chan all the time, to make sure he was okay and talk about how your days went.

It had been 3 days since you left and he was starting to feel it, being used to seeing you almost every day, and considering how overwhelmed he was with his role as a leader, it wasn't easy for him.

And the cherry on top, he didn't know if he caught a bug, or if it was the food but his stomach began feeling weird during the afternoon. He noticed it as he was working in his bedroom, and it was gurgling loudly, making him burp every once in a while, but he managed to ignore it as much as he could and continued to work.

Then came dinner time, and he was feeling a little worse than before, a slight nausea starting to build up. But he needed to eat, or the boys would suspect something was wrong and the last thing he always wanted was to worry the kids.

And just like during the afternoon, he sat through dinner managing to eat an amount of food his stomach clearly didn't want or needed at that moment.

When he was done he went back to his room and the boys went to their bedrooms to sleep, being as exhausted as always.

Again, Chan continued to work on the songs despite his now more than obvious discomfort, his stomach angry at him for eating. If you were there, you'd keep him from working and get him to relax a bit, even if he didn't tell you he was feeling a bit sick.

As the night went on, he started feeling sleepy, he could no longer pay attention to the songs, and due to that they weren't turning out the way he wanted. Remembering that one time when this same process happened and he had a panic attack, he decided to call it a night and go to bed. He knew you'd be sleeping by now so he didn't call you but sent you a good night message.

He lay down on his bed and surprisingly, despite his stomach being angry at him, he fell asleep quite fast.

But about an hour later, the mild nausea he was feeling after having dinner, had now gotten strong. He woke up but didn't move from his position, and just felt his stomach churning and noticed he was a little too sweaty for cold weather.

He lifted himself up and drank a sip of cold water before lying down again.

However, that was far from being his smartest decision in life. That sip of water proved to be the last straw as the nausea got even worse and his stomach started contracting. His mouth started filling with saliva, a clear indicator that he would eventually throw up. But he knew that that could wake up some of the boys and the last thing he needed right now was his kids being worried about him.

He squeezed his eyes and covered them with his arm, the other resting on his stomach in an attempt to ease the churning feeling. His dinner and what felt like everything he ate that day were swirling inside, apparently jumping from time to time.

He tried his best to take deep controlled breaths as you did with him before but it wasn't exactly working.

Then once more saliva took over his mouth and he started swallowing convulsively, trying to keep everything in for as long as possible.

But he barely managed to control the urge when his stomach contracted one more time making a strong statement that if he didn't go to the bathroom right now, he'd be sick in his bed.

He grabbed his phone and got up, almost immediately regretting his decision as the motion seemed to have upset him even more.

Chan made his way to the bathroom with a hand clamping his mouth as strong as he could so he didn't vomit before reaching the bathroom.

He went to the sink and grabbed the edges tightly, trying to control his body. Looking at the mirror, his face was a bit pale and his curly hair was stuck to his forehead.

He ducked his head and squeezed his eyes taking deep breaths again, swallowing down whatever it was that was threatening to come out. He didn't want to be sick.

After a few agonizing minutes, his stomach seemed to have given him a break, with the nausea decreasing a little. Sometimes he'd deal with this on his own but now, not having you there with him was just worsening the situation. He didn't like the kids seeing him sick, but with you, his walls came down a little easier. And he so desperately needed you.

Yet still reluctant, he grabbed his phone and called you.

You woke up as soon as the phone rang and upon seeing who was calling you, you knew something was really wrong. Chan would never call you in the middle of the night unless he felt really bad.

- Baby? What's wrong?

- Hey, honey. Nothing, I'm fine...I was just missing you.

You could immediately notice that he was in the bathroom.

- Chan, please be honest.

- I am being honest. I was working on some music and then I remembered you-

He was cut off by a queasy burp he managed to muffle.

- Oh sweetie. We've been through this before. You don't have to be strong all the time, you don't have to put up a front with me, you can be weak.

No matter how much he wanted to hide how he was feeling, he'd called you for a reason and he felt safe with you.

- I don't feel good...

- What's happening?

- I've been feeling nauseous since the afternoon...

- Did you throw up? I can see that you're in the bathroom.

- No. I don't want to. I don't want to wake the kids.

Again he covered a queasy burp that brought up a small amount of liquid that he managed to swallow.

- Oh honey.

He closed his eyes and swallowed hard at the awful increasing feeling of dread that he was about to throw up.

You were getting anxious seeing him like this and being away, you had so little power to help him right now but you tried.

- Hey, baby. Listen to me, take deep breaths. With me, come on.

He tried following you through the phone, as you breathed with him. But it wasn't working.

You could see his expression changing, you noticed he'd gone a little green. He closed his eyes one more time and his his face on his arm, trying to control his body and you could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down consecutively. You feared the worst and it happened.

Chan felt hot liquid rush up his throat and hit the back of his throat and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it in this time.

When he felt his mouth filling he hurriedly hung up and reached for the toilet spilling out his dinner and a wet burp that followed brought a thicker stream of partially digested food.

You were taken aback when he hung up and started getting stressed over the fact that you weren't there for him. Your heart was almost beating out of your chest of worry and tears started swelling up in your eyes.

You knew he wouldn't ask the kids for help and you were worried this could escalate to a worse situation.

So you made the wisest decision at the moment, grabbed your stuff, and left a note to your friend, whose house you were staying at.

You decided to take the 1hour drive in the middle of the night to be with Chan because he needed you and he would only admit it to you.

In the dorms, Chan was on his second bout of vomiting all of the meals he had that day. He had a few breaks in between the rounds of vomit.

But to his demise, one of the members woke up to get water and heard retching sounds coming from the bathroom and noticed Chan's bedroom door open.

He knew the elders wouldn't want them worrying about him but he couldn't just sit still.

- Hyung? Chan-hyung?

Changbin said softly trying to knock on the door as quietly as possible.

Chan gulped down and tried to answer.

- 'm fine- Changbin-ah.

Changbin knew he wasn't and he wanted to help but he also knew Chan would be reluctant about it.

And as if on cue, you arrived at the dorm.

- Y/n!

- Hey, Changbin.

- What's wrong with Chan hyung?

- He's not feeling well. I'll take it from here, you can go back to sleep.

You said smiling and tapping his shoulder, he obeyed you and went back to his room.

You knocked on the bathroom door.

- Honey? It's me. Can I come in?

He wanted to answer but his stomach decided that he wouldn't as he retched wetly over the toilet and you took that as a sign to enter.

When you got in, you saw Chan leaning over the toilet vomiting for what seemed to be the third time, given how sweaty and red he was.

You rushed to him and kneeled next to him, one hand holding his head and his hair out of his eyes and the other rubbing his back up and down.

He barely looked at you when another gag brought a wave of putrid brown liquid immediately followed by another one.

- Oh baby...

You gently leaned his head on your shoulder and grabbed his hand which he squeezed in return, his other hand gripping his abdomen.

- It hurts so much...

- What happened? Is anyone else sick?

- No...just me...

- It could be a stomach bug...

He suddenly hissed, squeezing your hand even more and you kissed the top of his head as your hand kept rubbing his back.

- You're gonna be okay. I'm right here with you now, okay?

- thanks...

His back started heaving up and down under your touch and you could hear his stomach gurgle loudly. He gagged a few times, clamping his mouth and still squeezing your hand to ground himself and not break down.

- Honey, I know it hurts. You need to let it out. Hm?

You said, rubbing his lower back and comforting him as much as you could.

His stomach jumped rather aggressively and he got away from your embrace reaching the toilet in time for another wave to come out. He coughed a few times until a wet retch brought up even more, the sound of liquid hitting liquid repeatedly making you grimace a little. And you could see it wasn't being easy on him, the veins on his neck were popping up and he was getting red as well.

- Breathe, honey, breathe.

You didn't stop rubbing his back not even once. He rested his head on his arm, his nose was runny and his eyes were watering.

You carefully brushed his curly hair out of his face, looking at him with gentle eyes.

- Do you think you're done?

- No...it's still churning...

- Can I go get some cold water for you?

- I don't want you to leave...

This sentence showed how much he let himself be vulnerable when he was with you, he needed you by his side.

- Okay. I won't leave.

You grabbed your phone and texted Changbin who would probably still be awake now that he knew Chan wasn't well.

- Changbin. Are you sleeping?

- No. Do you need anything?

- Can you get some cold water? Please?

- Sure. And how's Chan hyung?

- He's still vomiting. I think he might've caught a stomach bug.

- I'll be right there.

Changbin knocked on the door before entering holding a glass of cold water.

- Thank you.

- Thanks, Changbin-ah.

The leader said weakly, trying to give a faint smile, to which Changbin returned.

- Text me if you need any help.

- Will do.

You turned to face Chan who had turned green and was swallowing again and you noticed he was actually holding it in while Changbin was in there.

- Honey...you didn't need to do that...

You said as he ducked his head one more time retching up another wave of what seemed to be the food from yesterday. The mess inside the toilet was unsettling, and it was definitely not helping with the situation, as well as the stench.

You pulled him back and while still rubbing his back you flushed the toilet.

You helped him so now he wasn't kneeling anymore and was sitting down. He rested his head on his hand while you held the other and rubbed his back from side to side.

- Here, baby. Rinse your mouth and take small sips.

- Thank you...

He said with a raspy voice that seemed to be hurting his throat. He rinsed his mouth and then drank a little bit, handing you the bottle.

- How are you feeling now?

'm still nauseous...

- Do you wanna try to take something and go to the bedroom?

- Not yet... I can feel something trapped...

As if on cue, whatever it was that was stuck triggered a sequence of gagging and retching and he was leaning over the toilet again. The unproductive gags turned into productive ones, with one wave following after the other. You were seriously surprised by how there were still things to come out.

- oh sweetie, I think it's really a stomach bug.

You said rubbing his back and supporting his forehead while he proceeded to vomit a few more times, the sounds of retching, wet burps, and liquid hitting liquid taking over the bathroom.

After what seemed to be 1h hour since he ran to the bathroom, his stomach decided to give him a break, although maintained the nausea. He was exhausted, completely drained, and if you weren't there he'd probably sleep in the bathroom.

He got away from the toilet leaning all his weight on your chest.

- Honey, do you think you're done?

- I hope so...I'm still nauseous but I don't feel like throwing up, at least not now.

- Wanna go lie down?

- Yes...

But when he moved to try standing up, he noticed how dizzy he was feeling.

- Okay, okay, it's ok. Sit down and take deep breaths.

He did as you told him but he felt completely empty, like he had thrown up a week's worth of meals.

- Do you want me to get Changbin?

- No, there's no need to. Just give me a minute.

You just sat there, rubbing his back and his hand as he tried to recollect himself so he could go back to his now-so-desired bed.

A few minutes after, he was okay to stand up and go back to his bedroom. You helped him up, wrapping your arms around him to help him steady himself.

- You good?

- Yeah...

- Sure? Because if you faint I can't carry you, Babe

You said laughing a little and he chuckled back at you.

- I won't.

- Okay.

You walked slowly with him, stopping at the sink so he could brush his teeth and he ended up vomiting a thin stream of bile and stomach juice but it seemed to be the last of it.

- Let's get you to the bedroom.

You still had your arms wrapped around him as you guided him to the bedroom.

You pulled the covers and helped him lie down and then covered him.

- I'll get a hoodie for myself, okay? And a bucket, just in case.

- Okay.

You had come in such a hurry and you were clearly tired you didn't want to open your bag to get clothes, and his were more comfy and had his scent.

He was lying down looking at you, smiling at how cute you looked with his oversized hoodie.

- Come here.

He said tapping the spot on the bed next to him, with the cutest smile.

You lay down next to him, looking into his eyes, and gently caressed his hair.

- I love your curly hair.

- And I love your eyes. They are beautiful, pure, sincere.

He said as he caressed your cheek. He then grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on it.

- Thank you for being here.

- I'm happy to be here.

You responded and then you told him to come closer so you could cuddle him.

- I'll be the big spoon today.

- I'm fine with that.

You kissed the top of his head, covered yourselves with the blanket, and stroked his back until he was fast asleep.

Chan was happy to have you and the kids and he could proudly say that all of you were his lifeline.

[dudadragneel]

Hello again guys!

This one is the last request I had. It's a tad different from what I do (there's no emeto involved) but I opened an exception since it contains another trope that I like (fainting).

This one is from @freepeachgalaxy

Ok, erm.... Chan is sick in the studio , does usual of hiding, collapses whilst there, with any of them present, get him home, faints again? I don't know I'm sorry I just love a good faint, that's witnessed and also found unconscious on the floor

DON'T HIDE IT

The boys' lives were far from being normal, no ordinary person could handle the pressure and how hectic their schedules were.

They all felt the pressure in different ways and Chan was the one under most pressure. He was the leader, he had to take care of the kids, practice, produce, record, and go to photoshoots.

He was their pillar, their stronghold, and due to that, he'd hide whenever he felt unwell, sad, or stressed, he never wanted to worry his dongsaengs.

They had a day packed with schedules and they had still gone to the company after completing them. They had to practice and work on new songs.

Since the day had been so chaotic, Chan had barely gotten any rest or eaten anything, or not enough to keep him going through the day.

During dance practice, he started to feel off, he was too sweaty for someone who had just started dancing, he looked in the big mirror in the room, looking at his face which had gone a bit pale as well and his vision had black dots from time to time. Fuck. He thought to himself, he hoped none of the members or the staff had noticed that.

But as the leader and oldest, he pushed through the first half of dance practice. As soon as the dance teacher said they'd have a little break before the next session, everyone just crumbled to the ground, dramatically as usual.

Chan went to the back of the room, grabbed a water bottle, and sat down, his breathing was erratic but still a bit too fast, even if he was dancing.

He took a few sips of water and ducked his head between his knees when he felt a sudden wave of dizziness.

Lee Know, who was the second oldest, suspected something might be wrong with their leader but he knew how Chan would react to everyone being worried about him, so he just brushed it off as him being tired from the schedules.

Chan took the entire time of a break to try to control his breathing and get rid of this dizziness that made him feel like the ground was shaking even though he was completely still.

Their dance teacher called them again and Chan could only hope he'd get through dance practice without collapsing, and thankfully he did.

When they finished, everyone scattered around to do their own things. Chan said he was going to his studio to work on some new songs, which wasn't a lie but he wanted to be alone, and so he left.

Getting to his studio he went straight to the couch, hoping that lying down would help with the dizziness he was feeling and for a while it did. When he felt well enough, he sat on his chair, turned on his computer, and started working.

It wasn't being easy, as the constant movement of his eyes to look at the screens made his head feel like it was being pressured. A few minutes in with work, the other two members of 3RACHA entered the studio.

To say Chan was annoyed was an understatement, now he had two more people inside the room and he was afraid they would pick up on how awful he was looking, but they didn't, or at least acted like they didn't.

Han and Changbin didn't keep quiet, and Chan would usually love how chaotic and energetic they were but today it was too much, however telling them to keep quiet would immediately give away that something was wrong, so he just endured it, joining them every now and then.

But as the minutes passed he began to feel worse than before, his vision was getting blurry and he felt like the floor was melting under his feet.

He stopped what he was doing and rested his head on his hand, he knew he looked pale and sweaty and suddenly the room felt stuffy and he couldn't breathe properly.

He started heaving and his back was going up and down rather rapidly and the two younger boys noticed that and put their phones aside.

- Hyung?

- Chan-hyung? Are you okay?

They both said getting closer to him and placing their hands on his shoulder.

Chan grabbed Changbin's arm turning to the side.

- I feel dizzy...

He admitted, voice already weak, he was going to faint at any minute.

- Let's get him on the couch.

Changbin and Han helped Chan up but the moment the oldest stood up, his body completely shut down and he went limp.

- Hyung!

Changbin, being the strongest at the moment, managed to hold Chan before he could fall to the ground and carried him to the couch.

Changbin sat down on the couch and placed Chan's head so he was lying on his lap while Han lifted his hyung's leg up and placed some pillows under them.

- Han, tell the others what happened, I'll stay here with him.

Changbin thought of Han's anxiety and deemed it safest to have him call the others rather than having him stay with Chan. He could get worried enough to work himself up to an anxiety or panic attack.

----- PRACTICE ROOM-----

The other boys were still in the practice room, some just chilling and others dancing when Han entered the room with a rather worried expression.

- Did something happen?

Lee Know immediately asked, going into hyung mode.

- It's Chan-hyung. He passed out.

- What!?

They all said, eyes widened in surprise and all of them felt their stomachs drop, just at the thought of their leader, their pillar going down. Even the staff was taken aback.

Lee Know was the first one to get up and leave the room with Han, followed by the others and the staff.

When they got to Chan's studio they found the oldest still unconscious on Changbin's lap.

Lee Know told the boys to stay by the door and not crowd the place and went to Chan's side.

- What happened?

- We don't know. We were working and then he started to feel out of breath. When we noticed he had gone pale and ended up fainting.

- It must be exhaustion. I noticed he barely rested or ate anything today.

- What do we do?

- Let's wait for him to wake up and then let's take him home.

One of the managers entered the room to check on Chan and he had a device to check his blood pressure.

- 70/40, it's really low.

The manager said and the others got really worried about their hyung's health.

A few seconds later, Chan began to regain consciousness, he heard multiple muffled voices around him, and his vision slowly became normal. But since his pressure was low he was shivering cold.

- What happened...

He said voice sounding weak and confused.

- You passed out.

Lee Know answered kneeling beside him.

- oh...

- Hyung, how were you feeling before?

- I was feeling fine...

- Hyung, don't lie to us, please.

- okay...I have been feeling dizzy since practice...I'm sorry for worrying you guys.

He covered his eyes with his arm because the light was too bright and it was making his head hurt.

Lee Know got up and asked one of the staff members to let them go home but they said they needed to practice. Being the second oldest, Lee Know knew how to impose himself if needed, he learned that from Chan and also from the countless times he got outfits that made him uncomfortable. He was stern when talking to the staff about Chan's health and managed to convince them they needed to go home.

One of the managers took the boys' side, after all, they completed the main schedules of the day, and all they had left was practice, which let's be honest, could obviously be postponed and they knew they wouldn't be able to do it properly knowing their hyung was feeling unwell.

He discussed with the others and convinced them to let the boys rest, after all, they didn't have any schedules for the rest of the week, considering it was Thursday, there wasn't enough time to rest but every minute was worth it.

- Okay, boys. Let's go. Chan-ah, can you walk?

- Yeah.

He couldn't Lee Know and Changbin helped him up but as soon as he was up, he felt lightheaded and swayed.

- Nope, you can't walk. I'll carry you to the car.

Changbin said positioning himself in front of Chan so he could climb on his back.

Lee Know covered Chan with a hoodie since the oldest boy was shivering from cold due to low blood pressure.

The other kids gathered their stuff and headed out as well.

Lee Know got in first and Changbin helped settle Chan in the car and the second youngest buckled his belt and pulled Chan close to him so his head was resting on his shoulder. Chan fell asleep or fainted again, he didn't know.

The ride was unusually quiet as all the kids were worried about their hyung.

Chan said he was feeling better and wanted to take a quick shower, even though all of them wanted him to eat something, a common symptom of fainting was nausea so despite being hungry he didn't have much of an appetite.

He entered the bathroom, still looking a bit wobbly and before he could close the door behind him, Lee Know appeared.

- Hyung, don't lock it. I know you don't want anyone in there with you but if you feel dizzy again, let me know, okay?

- Alright, thanks Minho-ah.

Chan knew better than to keep standing up while still feeling dizzy so he just sat down on a stool. The water flowing through his body felt like it was washing away all his exhaustion and tension.

But as he was finishing and turning off the water, his vision got blurry again and it felt like his legs had gone numb. He didn't want to pass out in the bathroom, so he quickly managed to put his clothes on and get to the door.

- Minho-ah....

He said weakly, voice almost inaudible.

As soon as Lee Know got up and opened the door, Chan passed out one more time, not falling to the ground thanks to Lee Know.

- Kids! Come here!

He yelled as he carefully lowered Chan so he was leaning against his chest.

- What's wrong? Oh my god!

- Get the manager, he needs to go to the hospital. He hasn't eaten anything all day, he is most likely dehydrated and I'm starting to feel like he might be running a light fever. Go!

Lee Know said firmly, whenever something happened to Chan, he stepped up as the second in command.

A few minutes later, their manager got to their dorms.

- What happened Minho-ah?

- He fainted after the shower.

- It's best to take him to the hospital. He might need an IV. Let's go.

The manager picked a barely conscious Chan up and carried him to the car, followed by Lee Know who told the kids to wait in the dorm.

Upon getting to the hospital, they were guided to a private room where the doctor asked what was wrong. They ran a few exams and they turned out perfectly fine, except for his blood pressure.

- Did he eat anything today? Drank any water?

- No. Just barely.

- This is a clear case of exhaustion. He wasn't listening to his body so it shut down. We'll set up an IV and some fluids. I'll give a prescription in case he gets a high fever since he's a bit feverish now. You're free to go when the IV ends.

- Thank you.

Lee Know and the manager said turning to Chan who was a bit more conscious than before, but still feeling a tad lightheaded.

- I'm sorry...

- Hyung. Don't apologize. I know you, we know you and you know us. I know you don't like to worry us but please tell us before things can get out of hand. Just think about the kids' reaction seeing you faint all of a sudden. We barely managed to keep Jisung calm.

- How is he?

- He's okay. He handled this very well.

- I will take good care of my health. Thanks for helping, Minho-ah.

- That's why I'm here, right? As the two oldest we need to help each other.

After about two hours, the manager had already called the kids to let them know what happened and they signed in relief as it wasn't anything that serious.

The IV ended and he was feeling better than before, his blood pressure was almost back to normal, but it was good enough for him to go home. They left with prescriptions from the doctor, explaining that he needed rest or it could escalate to something worse.

When they arrived at the dorm, all six kids were waiting in the living room and went immediately to Chan, Felix hugging him tight.

- I'm sorry for your worrying you guys. I'm better now. I'm sorry for scaring you, Felix.

The boy just buried his head in his hyung's shoulder getting a hug back.

- The doctor said he needs to rest so the manager will tell the company and probably issue a statement if needed.

Lee Know guided Chan to his bedroom, afraid that he'd collapse again but thankfully he was indeed feeling like he was alive again.

He settled him on the bed and covered him, before leaving to cook him some food and control the kids.

He came back with some soup, that would probably sit well with his stomach, and Chan only then realized how hungry he was.

After he was finished he just lay down again and was fast asleep within minutes. Lee Know turned off the lights and left the door ajar just in case.

For the next few days, the boys took turns and made sure to keep Chan from doing anything and really letting him rest. They didn't even let him use his so cherished computer, that stored basically their entire career.

He wasn't used to not being in control of the situation but he was watching all of them working and having fun from afar and was immensely glad he adopted these kids.

[dudadragneel]

Hey guys! It's me!

How are you?

Here's another original (that might've been a request or not....) fic for you guys!

I hope you enjoy 💜

(the title idea is a courtesy of @tafeekafee 💜)

I HATE TO ADMIT IT

SKZ Code was a fun content to shoot, it was work either way but at least they had fun. However that didn't mean they weren't tired sometimes when they had to record it and it also didn't mean they didn't suffer, like when Felix almost boiled inside a sauna.

This time they were driving to a rented house, after recording the first segment, on the countryside of Korea and split into two teams in separate cars: Lee Know, Felix, I.N and Hyunjin & Bangchan, Changbin, Han and Seungmin.

In Chan's car, he volunteered to be the driver and Lee Know in the other. The ride to the house wasn't supposed to be long, since it was located at a place not so far from where they departed. But things weren't gonna go smoothly.

A FEW HOURS BEFORE

Chan had woken up tired, which is normal given his position as leader and producer and how their schedules were far from being healthy ones, but this time he was way more tired than usual. He went to bed early and slept some good 8 hours straight, a given in his case, but he woke up feeling like he had pulled an all nighter.

His body was immensely tired and heavy, he was seriously believing he wouldn't be able to get up from the bed. But he needed to, there was no escaping their schedule, unless it was something really serious, which didn't seem to be the case.

He managed to sit up on the bed and contemplated for a while, every fiber of his being was telling him to stay home and rest but he didn't have much of a choice.

He just sat there, mind racing with countless thoughts and that heavy feeling all over his body.

A knock on the door broke his trance and brought him back to earth.

- Hyung? Are you up?

- Yes. I'll be out in a minute.

That familiar voice belonged to Seungmin who had gotten up early and decided that his mission would be waking up the others.

The leader continued to contemplate his life decisions for a few seconds before he forced himself out of the bed to have breakfast and get ready to leave.

Something deep inside his mind told him today wasn't going to be easy.

After eating breakfast and getting ready, the kids left to go record another episode of SKZ Code and while some were excited, Chan was worrying about what might happen to him.

BACK TO THE CAR

Han and Seungmin were in the back chatting and eating some snacks they got on the way to the house while Changbin was on the passenger's seat next to Chan.

The leader was smiling and let out a laugh every once in a while at the kids's antics.

Everything seemed to be going well, or so he thought.

That weird feeling of exhaustion he felt earlier at the dorm, had worsened a bit while recording and now it reached a level of being almost unbearable.

The chatting inside the car went from being enjoyable to annoying his increasingly worse headache. He didn't want to ask the boys to keep quiet so he was content with only turning down the music, which was a mistake on his part as it caught the boys' attention.

- Hyung? Why did you turn down the music?

Changbin said with a cute face and pouting at him.

Chan couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his dongsaeng's cuteness but decided to answer without revealing much.

- Sorry, my head is hurting a bit, that's all.

- Are you okay?

Han asked getting up from his seat so that he could get close to the older ones along with Seungmin.

- Yes. It's just a mild headache, don't worry.

- Okay.

Han answered going back to his seat and getting comfortable again.

- Sorry, hyung. Let's keep it down boys.

Changbin said looking at the others.

But what Chan said was a complete lie. He wasn't fine, it wasn't just a mild headache. His whole body was feeling heavy, since morning, and now to top it off there was a headache and a feeling of nausea building up in his stomach, at a rate faster than he'd hoped.

The road to the house seemed to have gotten long in the past few minutes and the pavement wasn't in its best conditions, there were wholes all around which was making it rather bumpy and that was the worst combo for Chan's headache and nausea.

At each bump, the car would jump a little and Chan's stomach was doing the same, everything he ate for breakfast and during recording was jumping around and turning inside of him, like a washing machine.

A certain turn on the road made the car hit a big bump and jump harder than before and if Felix was in that car, they'd be worried sick for his back because it would definitely had hurt. That movement earned painful "ow"s from everyone inside that car and Chan started to feel that it might've just been the last straw for him.

- Sorry guys, I didn't see it.

He said with a pained smile looking at the backseat from the rear view mirror and then at Changbin.

- It's okay, hyung. But this road is awful. How much longer until we reach the house?

- Not long, I hope.

Chan said with the same pained smile that quickly turned into a frown when he felt an air bubble coming up his throat. He muffled the upcoming burp but it left a foul acid taste in his mouth and that started to trigger everything.

While still trying to focus on the road, his stomach was now swirling around and he could feel it doing so, as if it was a bag full of liquid spinning around and making an awful gurgling sound.

He was almost sure the boys could hear it over their chatting.

Another air bubble made its way up but surprisingly, or not, it brought a bit of reflux as well, which caught him off guard. He brought a hand to his mouth to muffle the burp and when he felt the reflux he quickly suppressed a gag. Crisis averted, or so he thought because he didn't notice that the expression he made wasn't subtle at all.

- Hyung? Are you okay?

- Hm? Y-yes. It's just some reflux, I guess.

- Do you want some water?

- No, it's okay.

He did want water to get rid of the taste in his mouth but he knew that drinking it right now would be the worst idea.

Unfortunately, that gag was in fact the last straw because after it, his stomach was in complete turmoil, all the food sloshing around making him feel miserable and the nausea increasingly worse.

Out of instinct he brought a hand to his stomach pressing a bit and then rubbing it, trying to ease the growing discomfort.

But it wasn't helping and it definitely wasn't going to get better.

His whole body started signaling that things were gonna get bad pretty soon. A cold sweat took over him, he felt hot and cold at the same time, there was sweat dripping down his back.

He couldn't see it but he was sure the color had completely drained from his face and he'd guess his complexion was pale with dark circles under his eyes.

His breath was a bit shaky as well and he tried to control it but wasn't being successful.

Then his stomach cramped and started churning as well, the nausea hitting an unbearable level.

It wasn't a matter of "if" he was gonna throw up but "when".

And his stomach answered that impending question quite quickly.

A harsh cramp made it contract and send liquid up his chest, he could feel it coming but he was driving, he couldn't stop now.

When he felt it at his throat he started to swallow convulsively and clenched the steering wheel for dear life, he couldn't risk throwing up right now so he tried his best to keep on swallowing and he did it until his mouth was red and numb and his eyes were watery.

The feeling of relieve that washed over him when he managed to swallow it down was soon taken over by a strong feeling of dread. Because he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it in one more time.

His stomach contracted again, once more shooting up its contents, making them rush up his chest and throat. He gagged dryly and covered his mouth to suppress another one and that caught Changbin's attention.

- Hyung? What's wrong?

He asked with a voice full of worry turning to face his leader.

Chan couldn't really answer, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth he was gonna throw up, somehow he was holding onto to a last thin thread of hope that he wouldn't.

But he knew that wouldn't be the case and he would put their lives in danger if he insisted on driving while feeling sick like this.

And before he could even try to say something, his body spoke for him.

Chan still had his mouth covered when another gag broke through him and this time he couldn't stop it, he felt his mouth fill with vomit.

Thankfully Changbin was quick to react and grabbed his jacket that was on his lap and placed it under Chan's mouth just in time for the vomit to escape though his fingers soiling the piece of clothing.

- Oh my god, hyung. Stop the car.

Changbin said grabbing the steering wheel as well and guiding the car to a shoulder that, thankfully was only a few meters away.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Chan opened the door and leaned forward as a thick stream of partially digested food gushed out of him, hitting the ground with a sickening sound and unfortunately getting a bit on the door frame as well.

Changbin got out of his seat and made his way to the older boy, while Han and Seungmin just watched in shock.

- Aigoo, hyung. What's going on?

- I don't know...

Chan answered with a raspy voice and getting out of the car.

- I wasn't fe-

He tried to elaborate but was cut off by a gag that brought up more stomach content, hurting his throat in the process.

- Woah. Take it easy hyung.

Changbin said rubbing Chan's back as he proceeded to puke his breakfast and lunch onto the pavement.

- I'm sorry... I wasn't fe- I wasn't feeling well.

- Since when?

- Since morning. I woke up feeling strange, like, too tired.

- Why didn't you tell us?

- I didn't want to worry you guys or affect the shooting.

- Don't do that again, hyung.

- Okay-

Another harsh gag made him bend over again as another bout of vomit mixed with the putrid puddle on the ground.

- Aigoo~ that's it, hyung, get everything out.

Changbin reassured still rubbing Chan's back as his stomach continued to empty itself.

The two younger ones decided to call Lee Know to explain the situation while Changbin took care of Chan.

- Hyung, we just called Lee Know-hyung to tell what happened. He said he'll talk to the staff and will be waiting for us at the house.

- Okay. Thank you. Can you get me some water?

Seungmin looked for a water bottle inside his backpack, while Han recoiled a bit.

Seungmin noticed the strange behavior and after giving Changbin the water bottle he turned his attention to Han.

The young rapper had been nursing an annoying stomach ache since the recording and he had told the others about it, so Seungmin knew exactly where this was going.

- Hyung? Are you okay?

- No, I feel sick...I'm think I'm gonna throw up

- Oh.

The vocalist was taken aback for a moment but reacted quickly getting out of the car as well to stay by Han's side.

The sick boy kneeled down and dry heaved a few times before a productive gag brought up the food he ate during recording.

Seungmin kept patting his back and holding his hoodie back to prevent vomit from getting on it.

Han spat out a few times before throwing up again but he felt empty rather quickly.

- Here, drink this. Are you feeling better now?

- Yeah, thanks. My stomach was already hurting and seeing Chan-hyung throwing up didn't help.

He spat out a mouthful of water and got back into the car, trying to get into a comfortable position, given that his stomach was still hurting although he didn't feel nauseous anymore.

On the other side, Chan was still puking his guts out, while Changbin rubbed and patted his back trying to help his hyung.

- That's it, hyung. You're doing good.

A wet burp brought another wave of vomit making him sway forward but Changbin steadied him and guided him to kneel down.

- Damn it.

Chan cursed under his breath and then broke into a coughing fit that triggered his stomach again which now brought up stomach juice and a few pieces of food.

- Hyung, you'll hurt your throat if you keep this up. Why don't you lean back a bit and try to take deep breaths?

Chan sat down on the floor, leaning his back on the car and taking a few deep breaths. It worked, the nausea was still there but he wasn't feeling the urge to vomit, or at least not as strong as before.

- Here, drink some water.

- Thanks. I'm sorry for soiling your jacket.

- Oh don't worry about it. I can wash it later or you can give me another one.

Changbin joked, earning a chuckle from his leader.

A light breeze blew for a few minutes and Chan took that moment to try to calm himself down. He really wanted to lie down on a comfy bed but he didn't want to get inside the car when the probability of him vomiting again was still a bit high.

After a few minutes, the nausea hit a bearable level, bearable enough to last the rest of the trip to the house.

- Do you think you're good to go?

- Yeah. Can you help me up?

- Sure.

Changbin helped Chan stand up and waited a few seconds to see if the oldest would feel dizzy or sick again.

- You good?

- Yes. Let's go. Han also needs to rest.

Chan heard his first stray kid being sick at the same time as him so he knew the boy also wanted to rest. A long drive wouldn't do good for neither of them.

Changbin would be the one driving, while Chan would try to keep everything under control for the remaining minutes to the house.

Halfway through the drive, Chan started to feel nauseous again and Changbin noticed because the oldest was fidgeting in his seat and clenching his fists.

- Feeling sick again, hyung?

- yeah...a little.

- You can hold my hand if that'll make you feel a little more comfortable. Plus it feels weird if I don't hold something while driving.

- Thanks.

Chan did accept the offer, why try dealing with that alone when he had his dongsaeng there to help him?

Thankfully the rest of the ride had Chan controlling the urge and squeezing Changbin's hand from time to time but no other vomiting episode.

As soon as they arrived, he went straight into the bathroom and then directly to bed.

Since Lee Know and the others arrived earlier, they talked with the staff about Chan's condition and decided to have him sit out the rest of the recording and told him he could join them later if he felt better, but if not, there wouldn't be a problem.

While in other situations, the boys would test his patience during recording, they knew when to take things seriously. So they took turns to check on him between breaks and made sure to not make too much noise, without succeeding 100%.

Chan managed to rest, even though he could hear the ruckus downstairs.

Even if he was tired and sick, seeing the kids have fun always made him feel happy.

[dudadragneel]

Hey Duda!!

Had a thought. What if Channie was laying in bed (working like the workaholic he is) but he had a belly ache? It would keep cramping and make him feel so nauseous, but he'd keep working because he has shit to do.

Maybe he'd keep a bucket by the side of his bed in case he did throw up? But who do you think would give him tummy rubs/hold his head while he's actively being sick?

I think he's the type to burp up wave after wave of sick, take a moment, spit, and then go back to whatever he was doing. He would only admit defeat if he couldn't look at his screen without feeling overwhelmingly sick.

I look forward to hearing your thoughts!

-🍋

Hello, dear 🍋!

I wrote something similar once, it's called "So close yet so far". But it was Channie x reader.

However, this one has its differences 🤔

If you don't mind, I'll write it as a drabble 😊

Stubborn.

Stupidly stubborn.

That was the most accurate description of Chan.

That man insisted on working no matter what, even if the world was about to end, he'd probably be working on his computer.

This time around, he was having stomach issues, due to work-related stress.

Yes. He was working himself to a stomach problem and insisted on the main cause.

He started off his day with some bad cramps on his abdomen and even getting up from the bed hurt. For a while, about 4 minutes, he couldn't even stand properly. Every time he tried to straighten his back, he felt a sharp pain on his middle.

"Oh fuck off"

He thought to himself.

He had work to do, well, he always did, but with an impending comeback, his workload doubled, tripled even. Now was not the time to take a break, not the time to get sick.

He tried going to the bathroom numerous times but to no avail.

And the worst of it all: the kids noticed something was wrong. But they knew better than to try to get him to talk and push the wrong button and end up making angry.

And Chan was incredibly scary when angry.

Every time he went to the bathroom he couldn't bring anything up but the nausea persisted as well as the cramps. That alone was making him mad.

Seeing that spending time inside the bathroom wasn't getting him anywhere he settled for bringing a bucket inside his bedroom and keep on working.

45 minutes of working proved to be enough to send his stomach over the edge.

The nausea increased tenfold and he felt a burning sensation and something rushing up his chest.

He suppressed a burp with his hand but was taken aback when it brought up a bit of bile. Out of instinct, he swallowed it back and that was when everything went wrong.

His stomach protested against that move and sent it's contents up his throat.

He was going to throw up. And his beloved computer was right in front of him. That one computer that contained their entire career, past, present and future.

He quickly tossed it aside and bend over the bed, grabbing the bucket and burping up a thick stream of chunky vomit.

Right after the first wave he started to cough, a wet and loud cough that triggered his stomach to expell even more food.

But the coughing insisted and it was getting too loud. Loud enough for the kids to hear.

The one who kept the others from entering their leader's room was Changbin. Chan didn't like people worrying about him and if all 7 of them decided to barge into his room to check on him, he'd be mad and it could even trigger a panic attack.

The rapper decided to enter the room alone to help his hyung, whether he wanted or not.

- Channie-hyung? I'm coming in.

- Don't-

Chan tried answering but the coughing didn't allow him.

Changbin entered the room and found Chan bent over the bucket almost falling inside it. He sat by his side on the bed and promptly held his hyung's forehead before he could actually dive inside the bucket.

- Aigoo~ hyung~

Changbin cooed, still holding his hyung's forehead and rubbing his back.

Chan burped up another thick wave of vomit and that was when Changbin noticed how the bucket was already half filled.

The older boy was holding himself up on the edge of the bed with one arm, while the other held the bucket close to him.

The wave that followed right after a wet burp was far more violent than the others and made him lose balance but thankfully Changbin held him.

He held Chan's torso while still supporting his head and the older one proceeded to burp another round of sick.

- Gosh, hyung. You're really sick. What happened?

- I don't know.

Lies.

He knew exactly what was wrong and he didn't want to tell Changbin because he himself didn't want to admit it.

He burped up another stream before his stomach had apparently emptied itself.

- I'm okay now, Bin-ah.

Chan answered propping himself up and leaning back on the bed.

Changbin wanted to insist on staying with his hyung or at least try to keep him from working on his computer but he didn't want to overstep the boundaries with his leader.

- You can go, Bin-ah, you need to enjoy the free time we have before the preparations for the comeback.

Changbin knew that if things got worse, Chan would most likely call for help, so he left.

And he was right.

Chan continued to work on the songs but changing screens all the time, going over and over the same beat again and just the noise overall became way too overwhelming. Even worse than before.

No matter how hard he tried, the nausea and the urge to vomit just wouldn't go away and it was starting to make him anxious.

He decided to text Changbin who promptly entered his hyung's bedroom and went to his side.

He put away the computer and helped Chan sit on the edge of the bed, placing the bucket on his leader's lap.

Chan's stomach didn't even hesitate, once he was sitting and he had a receptacle in hands, it contracted sending his lunch rushing up his throat.

He bent over as a wet burp made that come out hitting the bucket with a sickening sound.

Changbin rubbed his back as he proceeded to vomit once more, this time, inconveniently coming out of his nose as well.

- Oh gosh.

Chan said blowing his nose and spitting out some saliva before his stomach contracted again.

He lurched forward with such force that Changbin decided to place the bucket on the ground before it could get messy.

Chan burped up a thick stream of puke with bits of food, bending over even further. Changbin held his forehead again while his hyung proceeded to puke his guts out.

- Oh god, hyung. Did you eat something bad?

Chan just nodded a no and puked one more time at the sheer mention of food.

- Then, care to tell me what's going on?

Changbin asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice. He hated that Chan tried to keep things from the boys, especially when it came to his health.

- It's just stress.

- It's not "just" stress, hyung. You know how it can damage your health, you can't continue to keep these things from us. Come on, we're team remember? We're here to help each other out, why do you have to be the only one not allowing yourself to be helped?

The hint of annoyance in Changbin's voice turned into a shaky, sad one. In fact, there were tears forming in his eyes.

Chan looked up at him, and his heart broke.

- I'm sorry, Bin-ah. I'm really sorry. I'll let you guys take care of me. I promise. I'm sorry for worrying you.

He reassured his dongsaeng, pulling him closer so their foreheads were touching.

That simple touch comforted both of them. It was everything they both needed at that moment.

- Hyung...your breath stinks.

Changbin said laughing and earning an honest laugh from Chan.

The younger boy helped him brush his teeth and then go back to bed so he could rest.

But as soon as Chan touched his computer, Changbin snatched it from him.

- No. You're not touching this again today.

- I just need to see if the files are all saved.

He said pleading and laughing a bit nervously.

- They are, hyung. I checked it. Now try to get some sleep. This computer is coming to my room.

Changbin said with a playful tone and hugging Chan's precious computer.

Chan just admitted defeat and let Changbin take his dear possession with him, as well as be taken care of for the rest of the day.