#bang chan emeto

[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.

[sickskz]

Hyung down, maknaes up

In which I.N finds a very sick Chan sleeping on the bathroom floor in the middle of the night, and the sudden role-reversal shocks him to the core. 

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Sickie: Chan

Caretaker/s: Jeongin, Seungmin

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After years of living with his band members, Jeongin had learned to expect the unexpected.

At certain points in their careers, more than one or them had horrendous sleep schedules, which lead to many activities to be performed at ungodly hours. None of it really phased him anymore. A face-masked gremlin sitting on the kitchen counter and eating ramyeon in only boxers? Seen it before. Someone asleep on the floor with half his body UNDERNEATH the couch? Seems about right. 

Still, what met him as he stumbled into the bathroom at 3am that night, was something he had never encountered before. 

He flipped on the light switch, blended by the sudden brightness of the lights, and froze.

There was a body huddled up on the warm bathroom floor, unmoving. Jeongin froze in his tracks, his breath caught in his throat. 

Oh my god, he had just found a dead body. 

The dead body let out a groan. Okay, not dead, but possibly dying by the looks of it. 

It took a solid five seconds for Jeongins half asleep brain to catch up, his eyes still adjusting to the lights. He stepped forward, squinting at the messy dark hair and the too familiar hoodie bunched around the body’s trembling shoulders.

“Channie-hyung..?”

A weak noise came from the lump on the floor, and Jeongin knelt down beside him hesitantly. He shook him lightly by the shoulders, cringing at the dampness that clung to his shirt.

“Hyung..” Jeongin urged, eyebrows furrowing with concern. “Hyung, what are you doing on the bathroom floor…? it’s the middle of the night.”

“Oh, ‘s nothin’…” Chan slurred his response, half-heartedly waving his hand as though he was brushing away Jeongin’s concern. His movement was uncoordinated, sloppy. “just nice… warm”

Jeongin raised an eyebrow, watching him with an appraising expression. 

 “Hyung, are you drunk?” 

He couldn’t help but ask. The oldest was acting unusually strange, his cheeks were flushed and alcohol was the first thing that came to mind upon hearing him slur his words. It was to blame the only other times Jeongin had heard him like that, after all.

Chans head lolled to the side slightly, eyes fluttering open just enough to see Jeongins worried gaze staring down at him.

“Naaah… just… ‘just don’t feel so great, ‘s okay, innie..” Chan forced a weak smile, but Jeongin didn’t need to be an expert to see the pain through it. Now that he got a clearer look of Chans face, it dawned on him slowly. His cheeks were flushed, but underneath the warmth, his skin was pale as a ghost. The sweat glistening on Chans forehead and the glossy, red-rimmed eyed told him this was clearly something other than alcohol.

Jeongins eyes widened as he looked between Chan and the toilet, his brain slowly piecing the puzzle together. Chan started to ease himself up to sit against the wall now that he was somewhat awake, a small groan leaving his lips at the effort. 

“Wait- did you throw up?” Jeongin asked in a hushed tone, quickly helping to hold Chan up by his shoulders so he wouldn’t collapse forward. Despite usually having rock hard abs, it seemed like his hyung had no core muscles at all to keep him upright on his own. He was slumped like a ragdoll against the wall, his face twisted into an indecipherable expression.

Chan nodded weakly in response to the question, his head sagging to the side as rested his cheek against the edge of the bathtub. It didn’t seem very comfortable for his neck, but there were more pressing matters at hand. 

“Do you still feel sick?” Jeongin asked, eyebrows creasing with the growing concern in his chest. Chan nodded again, an arm draped protectively over his midsection.

 Jeongin gently pressed the back of his hand to Chans forehead, recoiling with an almost startled look on his face. “Oh shi…” he cleared his throat. 

“Okay.” The younger of the two let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, slowly stepping away and touching his chin as he wracked his brain on what to do. 

What would Chan do, if he was the one who was sick? 

Think, think…. A-ha. 

Right. 

Jeongin turned swiftly on his heel, opening a cabinet in the corner of the bathroom and rummaging through it as quietly as he could. It took a few moments, but finally, just before he was about to give up, he lifted out a thermometer. He read the instructions on the pack as he slowly sauntered back to Chan, sitting down on his knees by his side.

“Okay…” Jeongin mused, preparing the thermometer with careful precision and turning to his hyung with a determined look in his eyes. “Hyung… can you open your mouth for a moment?”

Chan cracked one eye open, his expression a little surly, but lacking any real bite. He was just too tired and uncomfortable, Jeongin understood. Chan eyed the thermometer suspiciously, then briefly looked at his dongsaeng before closing his eyes and parting his lips with a defeated sigh. 

Jeongin slipped the thermometer under his tongue, pleased to have him cooperating with him. He awaited the verdict in an uneasy silence, almost holding his breath as the seconds stretched out. 

Beep, beep, beep, beep. 

The thermometers audible alert echoed against the bathroom walls, and Jeongin retrieved the device swiftly, narrowing his eyes at the small screen that was now glowing red. 

Jeongin felt his heart skip a beat as he read the numbers on the screen, his stomach dropping into his feet.

39.2°C(102.6°F). That wasn’t good, he knew that much. 

Jeongin bit his lip, feeling the weight of sudden responsibility settle on his shoulders. Chan wasn’t just a little sick, he was really sick. Jeongin wasn’t sure how to handle that. He wasn’t prepared for this.

He quickly put the thermometer back in its case before his eyes flickered back to examine Chans face, which seemed to gradually lose what little colour it had left. His breathing sounded strained, a little unsteady. 

“Hyung… you should sit up a little straighter, come on” Jeongin urged gently, reaching an arm behind Chans back to pull him up from his slouching position. “Listen, you’ve got a pretty bad fev-” 

Chan hiccuped suddenly, a deep, guttural sound that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest. 

Oh.

Oh no.

Jeongins face tightened as he watched the tension build in Chans shoulders, a green hue seeping into his already sickly complexion. Chans arm weakly shot out towards the toilet as a strangled groan gurgled in his throat, his body failing to cooperate despite his urgency. 

Jeongins hand moved out on pure instinct, grabbing onto Chans shoulder to steady him as he pitched forward and hunched over the toilet bowl. The oldest of the two gripped the edges of the porcelain with all his might as the first wave came over him, vomit splashing into the water with a sickening sound. 

Jeongin sat frozen, paralyzed and overwhelmed as the sound of his hyungs jarring heaves filled the bathroom. His mind went blank, an empty void filling the space where his thoughts should’ve been. He stared an Chans pitiful frame, grimacing, pale and drenched in sweat, and he felt utterly powerless. 

What was he supposed to do?

It hit him like a punch in the gut. He had no idea.

Jeongin had never been in this position before. He had never had to take care of any of the other members in such a bad state before, let alone Chan.. Truth to be told, he had always been on the receiving end, the one being looked after by Chan whenever he was under the weather.

The whole situation felt like it was flipped upside down, changing the trajectory completely. 

The responsibility felt too foreign, the guilt of not knowing what to do to help him was too suffocating. He didn’t know how to fix this. But he needed to… he-

Jeongins spiralling thoughts were interrupted by a creak in the floorboard outside the bathroom. His head snapped up, instinctively looking towards the door as it was pushed open. 

“Yah, what’s goin-“ Seungmins voice faltered as he stepped inside, blinking rapidly against the harsh glare of the bathroom lights. Once his eyes adjusted, his mouth hung open, words stuck in his throat as he took in the scene before him. “Oh.”

Seeing the panicked, imploring look on Jeongins face, and the ferocious tremble in Chans shoulders, he was suddenly a lot more awake. 

Seungmin didn't hesitate. He quickly sank to his knees beside Chan, placing a steadying hand on his hyungs back as he coughed and spit into the toilet.

Seungmin then looked at Jeongin, a wave of sympathy washing over him as he saw the distraught look on the youngest face, lips pulled down in a shaky scowl. He knew he had to do something before he suddenly had two sick guys to deal with. 

“Iyen-ah” Seungmins voice cut through to him, steady but gentle. “Get a cold cloth for Channie-hyung. There should be some in the cabinet under the sink” his hand never stopped moving in slow circles against Chans trembling back, feeling the way his back muscles trembled and contracted forcefully with each dry heave. 

Jeongin snapped into action, immensely grateful to be given a task. He hurried to the sink, yanking open the cabinet and grabbing a washcloth. The moment the cold water touched his fingers, he felt his mind clear a little. After soaking it through, he wrung the cloth out and handed it over to Seungmin, who pressed it against the back of Chans neck.

Chan flinched at first, a groan slipping past his lips, but the tension in his shoulders eased a little and the noise melted into a sigh.

“Hyung, do you think you’re done?” Seungmin asked, watching Chan lean on the toilet, cheek pressed against the cooling porcelain rim. After a few long seconds, he managed the faintest nod. 

Seungmin met Jeongins eyes and silently motioned for him to move to Chans other side. He did so with no hesitation. 

“Chan-hyung.. ” Seungmin murmured, shifting his grip. “Let’s sit back a little, yeah? Nice and slow..”

Seungmin hooked his arm under Chans shoulder and Jeongin followed his lead, doing the same on the other side. With a quiet, unspoken count, they hauled him backwards. He was like dead weight between them, but they managed to ease him back against the wall. 

Seungmin hesitated for a moment before reaching over to flush the toilet. The acrid scent of sickness lingered in the air, making his nose scrunch, but he had more important things to worry about. Like the way Jeongin had to physically hold Chans body up against the wall to keep him from crumpling back to the floor.

“Iyen-ah, we need to get him to the couch, he can’t stay here.” Seungmin concluded after a moment of contemplation. Jeongins eyes darted between Chan and Seungmin a couple of times, as if silently asking how they were going to do that.

Then he nodded, his previous surge of panic finally replaced with a quiet determination. Now that Seungmin had taken charge, it felt a little easier to focus on the task at hand. He finally had some instructions to go by and someone to lean on when he was uncertain, rather than to just fumble around in the dark on his own. 

“Alright, hyung, we’re gonna get you somewhere more comfortable,” Seungmin said, crouching back into position at Chans side. “On three this time, okay? One, two…”

With a combined effort, they carefully pulled their hyung to his feet. Chans legs struggled to stack themselves below him, but the two younger members kept him upright and steady, supporting his bodyweight between them as they moved to the living room. Jeongin kept his arm around Chans waist, supporting him with each step, while Seungmin held his other side.

When they finally reached the couch, Jeongin and Seungmin carefully lowered him onto the soft cushions. Chan let out a low sigh as he sunk into the couch, the soft surface much more forgiving on his back than the bathroom floor had been. 

Jeongin quickly grabbed a light blanket and draped it over him, while Seungmin adjusted the washcloth from earlier onto his forehead. His breathing was still a little laboured, his face still pallid, but at least the risk of collapsing on the floor was removed from the function.

Jeongin hovered for a moment, watching the rise and fall of Chans chest as he laid on the couch, his face still glistening with sweat. 

Seungmin reached for the cool cloth, dabbing it across Chans forehead before smoothing it gently down his face. The older man let out a soft sigh, clearly finding some relief in the coolness despite the shivers that ran through him. 

“Did you take his temperature?” Seungmin asked softly, his gaze focused as he manoeuvred the washcloth with skilled precision. Jeongin tore his gaze from Chans disgruntled expression, looking over at Seungmin as he sat down on the edge of the coffee table. 

“Yeah” Jeongin started, his voice barely moving past the lump that still lingered in his throat. “Yeah.. uh.. 39.2°C (102.6°F)” he supplied, the numbers already having burned themselves into his memory.

A flicker of worry visibly flashed through Seungmins eyes, but he remained stoically calm and collected in his exterior. “Okay” he breathed out slowly, leaving the cloth to rest on their hyungs forehead. “We just gotta watch over him and make sure it doesn’t get worse, right?” 

Jeongin wasn’t sure why he asked him, he really had no idea. 

Yet, it sounded like the right thing to do, at least to his ears.

 “R-right…” 

There was a moment of silence, a moment where the two younger guys simply watched quietly as Chans breath steadied itself, slowly becoming more relaxed. 

Jeongin leaned back, bracing himself against the table on his arms. The situation had drained him a lot more than he expected, and his heart was still beating uncomfortably fast. His thoughts flickered back to the bathroom, to the panic that nearly had swallowed him whole..

Seungmin caught his eye, reading his expression with ease. “Hey” he began, his voice laced with a gentle curiosity. “How did you.. how did you find him?” 

Jeongin hesitated for a second, running a hand through his hair before letting it drag over his face with a tired sigh. “I, uh… I was just gonna use the bathroom when I found him” he huffed out a humourless laugh. “At first, I thought he was dead, then maybe drunk.. until I realised he was sick and..” he exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Yeah. Then you came to the rescue” 

Jeongin bit his lip for a moment before continuing, keeping his voice low.  “I-I had no idea what to do. It was pretty scary, seeing him like that..” he trailed off, wincing at the memory.

Seungmins expression softened. “Yeah, it’s definitely a bit of a wake-up call..” he cast a brief glance down at Chan before returning his gaze to the maknae. “But you handled it well, you know? I mean, you were practically holding his entire body weight up when I came in”

Jeongin blinked at him, a little taken back by the compliment. “You think so? I mean, I-I wasn’t exactly thinking… I just… did”

“Yeah.” Seungmin offered him a small, reassuring smile. “You were there when he needed you. That alone counts for a lot..” 

Jeongin nodded, chewing at the inside of his cheek a little. He couldn’t deny that the praise eased the knot in his chest a little, and he appreciated it. “Thanks, I guess..”

There was a small noise, and the two of them both moved their heads to look at Chan again. The instant wariness melted away as they saw the peaceful expression on his pale face, the noise being nothing but a small snore that slipped through his parted dry lips. 

Chan was sleeping, finally. 

Seungmin nodded curtly, seeming content with the progression. He carefully eased himself off the arm rest, standing up and stretching his arms up over his head. 

“I’m gonna get him some water and see if I can find some medicine.. and I’ll bring a bucket, just in case” he glanced at Jeongin, who was still perched on the table. “You okay staying here on your own?”

Jeongin rolled his eyes a little, then nodded, resting his gaze back on Chans calm face. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine, I’m not a child” he responded, waving his hand dismissively.

“Watch it, maknae” Seungmin couldn’t hide the amusement that flickered through his eyes as he weakly punched Jeongins shoulder before leaving the room. 

With a sigh, Jeongin moved over to the armrest Seungmin had vacated. It was softer than the table, so he settled there, pulling up his phone and mindlessly scrolling through it as Chan slept. 

However, the peaceful slumber they had prayed for didn’t stay peaceful for long enough. It was only five minutes at most.

At the sound of a groan, Jeongins head snapped up from his phone, his attention immediately returning to the sick man sprawled on the couch below him. 

Chans face was twisted in distress, his lips barely moving with incoherent mumbles and his body shifting restlessly underneath the blanket. Without thinking, Jeongin reached out and took Chans hand in his own, squeezing it gently in an attempt to comfort him. Slowly, he moved to sit beside him, hoping his presence would ease whatever fevered dreams were plaguing him.

“You’re okay,” Jeongin found himself muttering, a little surprised by the calmness in his own voice. “I’m here, I got you.” 

The words felt strange on his tongue, unfamiliar but oddly natural.

As he watched Chans features soften, his breathing evening out yet again, something settled in Jeongins chest. A calmness of some sort. It wasn’t just relief, but also a sense of gratitude. 

Jeongins hand reached out to gently brush some damp strands of hair from Chans forehead. For a brief moment, he studied his hyungs face. 

He was so.. still. Peaceful, vulnerable.

Though it wasn’t by Chans own will, Jeongin felt an odd sense of thankfulness for being allowed to see this side of him. The side that he would always try to cover up and hide away in order to keep his repute as their strong leader.

It was all new to him, the whole caretaker role, but Jeongin felt grateful to be given an opportunity to return if only just a fraction of the care Chan had shown him over the years. 

[1dwaekki]

Bangchan kind of emeto

Before I forget to post it 😭😭 someone needs to write a sickfic about this (where the members are there too 🥲) because it's so funny and cute 😫

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CAR RIDE

SICKIE⇒ HAN

stray kids were on the car ride back to their dorms after a long and exhausting day filled with interviews and dance challenges. only three of them, actually, because the others had wanted to go out for dinner, which was unexpected. why would someone want to go out after spending the whole day talking to strangers and dancing.

anyway, that’s how the members ended up being separated into two vans: Chan, Lee know and Han in the one that would take them to the dorm, and the other five off to wherever they went to eat at.

the truth is, none of the three understood how anyone could have any energy left after the day they had just put their bodies through, because they surely wanted nothing but to get back home, change into comfortable clothes and chill, sleep probably.

in the van, han was sitting at the back next to lee know, who was on his phone, and chan was in the empty middle row, writing lyrics on his laptop.

normally all the seats would be occupied and the eight boys would be chatting and laughing, but right now the leader was glad that they could have some peace and quiet, as well as the much needed space and coolness of the AC after being stuck in rooms talking to a camera for hours.

the motion of the car was relaxing for both chan and lee know, who really were paying no mind to anything around them right now, just immersed in their laptop and phone respectively. for han it was usually more of the same, he was used to falling asleep just a few minutes after the ride would start.

but something about today was different, he couldn’t sleep and he felt himself getting unsettled as the van rolled on, so he rested his head on the cold window. he sighed, he wasn’t one to get carsick, and his body was used to being pushed to the limits, but something about today had pushed him slightly too far.

the rapper shifted his position a little, trying to ease his discomfort, and closed his eyes, but the movement only made the uncomfy feeling rise so he opened them again. he remembered being cold back in the filming room, but now his body felt strangely hot and he wished he hadn’t kept his hoodie on, though he knew that focusing on taking it off would only heighten his nausea. maybe he was just tired. he just needed to sleep, that’s what he told himself.

he was wrong.

his head was starting to spin, making him feel lightheaded, and he once again tried to make the sensation go away by closing his eyes and hopefully giving in to sleep. but he was unlucky. this time it was no different, and he finally gave up on sleeping and turned his focus to the landscapes passing by the window.

it was late and he liked how the evening sky looked, pretty tones of blue and purple blending together and fluffy clouds that gave off dreamy vibes. he should write a song about it, han thought.

too bad that he couldn’t focus on it for long. soon enough, they entered the curvy part of the road and han felt his stomach turn at the movement. to him it was so stupid, the driver was driving smoothly through the turns but they still made his nausea present again. the twisty part soon came to an end, but the effects it had on the rapper didn’t.

now, his stomach was twisting sickly enough that he couldn’t ignore it anymore. as he swallowed, trying to keep the sick feeling at bay, he moved his hands to loosen the seatbelt. it wasn’t tight at all but felt really suffocating.

he quickly realized that there was probably no coming out of this, and he couldn’t help that his breathing had started to sound shaky as he got frustrated with the nausea and the way he didn’t seem to be getting enough air.

“hyung”, han called out in a faint voice, breathing heavily and closing his eyes when his stomach cramped uncomfortably again. he heard lee know’s voice come from right beside him. the dancer had surely caught on to the way han’s voice sounded distressed because his tone was worried when he asked “what’s wrong?”.

stupid question, though. the moment lee know turned to look at han he was met with a clear answer. the younger’s face was pale and his eyes were glossy, expression uneasy as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he was trying to steady his breathing to keep calm and settle his stomach but that was very obviously not working.

“i feel sick,” the rapper said in a quiet tone, closing his eyes and hugging his stomach as the van turned unexpectedly. at this point even the smooth road was making him feel sick. he could feel lee know’s gaze on him, the dancer’s expression more alert in contrast to how absentminded he had been until now. “do you need to throw up?”, the older asked, speaking in a calm way that was very welcome by the rapper.

han nodded, taking deep breaths to try and manage the feeling. lee know turned forward for a moment and said sth to chan, who nodded and most likely told the driver about the situation, and then he turned back to han. “we’ll pull over in a moment, sungie, do you wanna roll down the window?”

“yeah,” han whispered back, silently cursing how dumb he was for not having done that earlier. feeling his stomach turn once again, he wanted nothing more than to take in a deep breath of fresh air, so he quickly pressed the button on the door and soon enough he felt the cool wind blowing softly over his face. it was comforting, but even then the van felt stuffy and he just wanted to get out, have steady ground under his feet and not feel sick anymore.

he whined softly when his stomach did that little twist again and he squeezed his eyes shut. he felt the nausea growing stronger and stronger, and he knew he needed to get out of the van, or he would end up getting sick right then and there. that would be so embarrassing.

at this point, even the simple thought that he still had to be in the van until they could pull over was causing his nausea to worsen, and han felt his eyes welling up with tears of frustration. “can we stop?” he whimpered. he felt his stomach cramp more severely this time and his vision swam from the discomfort. that kinda scared him, he didn’t want to faint.

his arms were crossed over his middle as he wished it all would just go away, but the nausea was making him dizzy. “one second,” chan told him, his voice warm and comforting, “we’re going to stop at the next rest stop and you can get out and take all the time you need. okay?”

han nodded and let out a deep and shaky breath, trying to settle his stomach. it didn’t work, of course. his eyes were still watery and his head felt heavy from sickness. he gripped the seatbelt again, biting his lip and trying to stop himself from throwing up. he felt really overwhelmed right now.

“do you want my hand? it’s cold” lee know offered, giving han a knowing look. he knew that the rapper was feeling way too warm and probably also scared, given that he never got carsick. his thoughts were confirmed when han nodded and glanced at him with desperate eyes, holding onto lee know’s hand as soon as the dancer held it out. lee know’s hand was pleasantly cold and han found the touch grounding even if it didn’t help the nausea. because it certainly didn’t.

his stomach twisted once more, and he shut his eyes closed yet again. he did his best to take deep breaths, trying to suppress a groan as another wave of nausea rolled over him. he gripped lee know’s hand even tighter and leaned into it, trying really hard to concentrate on the cold touch instead of the stuffy air.

“pulling over” chan called out from the front, turning around to glance at the back and frowning when he saw the situation. the speed of the van steadily deacreased and the sound of the motor fading away brought the world around han even more into focus as they finally slowed to a stop.

at least the movement was over, he thought.

he took another shaky breath and mumbled a soft “okay”, letting his head fall back against the seat and trying to steady himself before he’d get out. lee know let go of han’s hand and unbuckled both of their seatbelts before holding it again. he was going to wait until han was ready to get out.

chan was the one who got out first and he walked over to han’s seat, sliding the van’s door fully open and catching the momentary relieved expression on the younger’s face when the fresh air blew over him.

“lets get out, hannie”, the leader said. han nodded slowly, clinging to lee know’s hand for a moment longer and taking a deep, shaky breath before finally letting go and turning towards the door, sucking in a sharp breath when he felt his mouth filling with saliva.

he got out of the car, doing his best not to stumble too much as chan held onto his waist to steady him. his vision swam and his legs faltered slightly as his stomach tightened and turned, a sign that he was close to giving into the nausea.

luckily chan kept him up until he pulled himself together enough to start walking. “gonna throw up,” han mumbled to him, his voice shaky and thick with nausea. his stomach was cramping uncomfortably and he felt too hot. “that’s okay, I’m right here,” chan reassured, guiding han over to the grass next to the road.

the view was pretty and it looked like a comfy place for a picnic or a campfire, but sadly han could not focus on that. there were some big trees and many cute small flowers randomly growing between the grass, and a few steps further there was a fallen tree trunk that had been obviously used as a bench.

and no people, which they did notice and han was especially grateful for. chan helped the rapper sit down on the trunk so that he would be stable enough to throw up if he needed to and crouched down next to him. han’s hands were shaking as he leaned forward slightly, letting out a pained whine. “hyung”, he whimpered, looking at the leader, who saw his eyes filled with fear.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” chan comforted gently, sitting down beside him and laying his hand comfortingly on han’s back as he waited for what was bound to happen. the rapper felt the way his nausea kept rising and he was growing increasingly desperate, but his body didn’t seem to want to give into it. his stomach was doing somersaults, tightening repeatedly as his eyes filled with tears again.

“hyung help”, han pleaded urgently, seeing as his body wasn’t cooperating at all despite the way it was hurting him. “okay, hang on”, chan said calmly, rubbing his hand over han’s back in a comforting motion.

han bit his lip, trying to hold back his tears and taking in another deep breath. he felt the waves of nausea growing more intense, but his body resisted throwing up even as he felt the burning sensation of bile begin to rise to his throat.

chan brushed his hair back softly and moved his other hand to the rapper’s stomach. “i’m going to help you, ok?”, he said, wanting to make sure the younger was okay with that. han nodded, frustrated that things were going the way they were.

his breaths were getting shallower and quicker as he wiped away his tears with his hand. "careful" he replied in a voice that indicated he was about to cry. another wave of nausea began to rise, this time more intensely. his stomach cramped once more and he let out a shaky whimper.

“I'm here," chan assured softly, keeping his hand over han’s stomach. "Just let it happen, alright?", he added, making sure the younger wouldn’t try to fight back the stronger nausea that was about to come, and pressed on han’s middle carefully with his hand, hoping that the extra pressure would help speed things up.

han took in another shaky breath, trying to relax his body as he started to feel vomit rising in his throat. it burned and he couldn’t stop himself from tearing up. his stomach was still cramping from the sickness, and his body finally stopped resisting.

his eyes closed and he let out a soft, startled whimper as he felt the bile finally come up from his stomach. he gagged dryly for a few seconds, but soon started actually throwing up. a shiver went down his body and he struggled to get in deep breaths between his tears each time a sick wave was over. it didn’t feel good, not at all. he hated this feeling so much.

“there you go”, chan said softly, his voice soft and caring as han finally finished throwing up. the rapper’s stomach was no longer twisting nor turning quite as intensely but it still hurt and was uncomfortable.

sure, he was glad that at least the nausea had mostly faded but it wasn’t fair that he still felt sick. it was frustrating and he couldn’t stop his tears from falling. han took in a few deep breaths, his body slowly coming back to normal after that sudden burst of nausea.

“thanks,” han sniffled softly, trying to relax his body and take a few deeper breaths in. his stomach was still cramping. it was nothing in comparison to what he had felt a few moments ago, but for some reason han kept crying and he felt stupid for it.

“it’s okay, you did really well, hm?”, chan hummed as he brushed away han’s tears with his hand. he felt bad for the rapper, who was clearly overwhelmed by everything that had happened. han nodded sadly, leaning into his touch, that was pretty much the only thing he found okay right now.

chan looked up towards the car, and said “there comes lee know”, when he spotted the dancer walking towards them with water. he knew the second oldest had stayed back in the car to give han more space, and now that the ordeal was over, he came to comfort him.

han followed chan’s gaze, watching lee know come towards them with water, and he felt glad that his teammates were taking care of him even if they probably just wanted to get home. this must have been such an inconvenience for them, han thought.

“here you go”, lee know said when he got to them, his voice soft and caring, which washed away any negative thoughts han had about being a nuisance. the dancer sat on the han’s other side, and the rapper took the bottle from him, holding it to his mouth hesitantly.

“thank you,” han muttered quietly, taking a few more sips of water to get rid of the weird taste in his mouth. he felt noticeably better now, the nausea having subsided.

but then han remembered that they had to get on the car again and his face suddenly became anxious, his stomach twisting once more as the realization set in. they had to go back to the car, and that meant possibly having to go through being sick again.

“hey, hannie” lee know called out softly, seeing him start to breathe unevenly. he leaned forward to look at han’s face and spoke in a reassuring tone. “it’ll be over soon, okay? I’ll be right beside you the whole time, so there’s nothing to worry about, all right?”

han’s heart was beating a little too quickly in his chest, and he started fidgeting with the cap of the bottle, trying to stay calm.

“o-okay” he replied, his voice shaky and unsure. the last thing he wanted was to feel sick again, but he knew they had to get home. he was still tired from the day, just like his hyungs probably were.

so he took in a few deep breaths to calm down, thinking about how he would have both of the oldest members with him for the rest of the ride. maybe he could even fall asleep this time and wouldn’t notice the rest of the ride. yeah, that’s what was going to happen, unless it wasn’t.

he closed his eyes, trying to stay as calm as possible so that his stomach wouldn’t become too upset again. his body was still tense even without the nausea, and he didn’t want to make it worse.

he opened his eyes and gripped his bottle tight, feeling a bit nauseous again. he had to control this, he thought to himself, it wasn’t even that bad, except to him it was. the feeling had been awful and he was glad that he didn’t experience it often, but he dreaded the possibility of having to endure it again. “I don’t wanna”, he admitted softly, his voice even shakier than before.

chan and lee know looked at him, their expressions caring. they knew how hard this was for him, they knew how overwhelmed he felt, and they could tell by his eyes that he was afraid, but that’s why they would let him take his time. no rush. they didn’t mind waiting until their rapper was better and calm.

“I know. but we’ll be with you, yeah?” chan sympathized, his expression concerned as he saw how afraid the rapper was. he knew that han got like this when he was sick, and it was hard to make him feel better. but they were doing their best to help him stay calm. kinda calm.

“yeah” han replied softly, still seeming afraid, but less so. he allowed himself to relax just a little bit, and he took a few deep breaths. he felt the lingering pain in his stomach and the tightness that was still there, but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been earlier.

he watched as chan grabbed the bottle and stood up, and he let the leader help him up and away from the soiled grass. han staggered a bit as he stood up, still feeling weak and exhausted. he was starting to breathe normally again, although the cramping in his stomach was still coming and going.

chan was there for support though. lee know was following right behind, looking at han with a gentle, reassuring expression. han walked quietly, still feeling a bit shaky as he put one foot in front of the other. he kept one of his hands inside the front pocket of his hoodie, on his stomach, and the other one clasped tightly around chan’s.

his expression was neutral, but his eyes were still glossy and damp with tears as they neared the car. he gave his hand a comforting squeeze, opening the door to the van. he pulled away from han as the rapper climbed into the back, a little reluctantly. they sat the same way as earlier, chan in the middle row, which was empty, and lee know next to han at the back.

they made sure to have the AC on and left the windows open, as that was sure to prevent another ordeal. not long into the drive, lee know felt a weight on his shoulder, and he looked down to see han trying to fall asleep. “you’re just gonna force yourself to get sleepy?” he asked, smirking when han tried to glare at him, “not scary, sungie”.

han whined and hit lee know’s arm weakly, going back to using him as a pillow. “so comforting, hyung”, he mumbled dryly, earning an amused chuckle from chan. he wasn’t on the verge of crying anymore, didn’t feel scared and he no longer felt like being sick even if his stomach still felt upset. and lee know was letting him use him as a pillow, he guessed that was a win.

he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the quiet chatter between lee know and chan, even going as far as making a few comments here and there before he felt himself grow tired. the road was hitting curves every now and then and each time he would tense up, but lee know would play with his hair until he relaxed again.

in the end, han managed to fall asleep, and he spent what was left of the ride peacefully sleeping, completely unaware of the way he was holding onto lee know’s arm and of the pictures both of his hyungs took of him.

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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!

[kpopsickies]

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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Bang Chan:

1/8 Migraine - Emeto feat Hyunjin

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x reader headcanons

Sick at the amusement park - emeto feat Chan / Hyunjin

Drabble - stomach ache feat Chan

Rest, please - emeto feat Han

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

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x reader pt 1 - Emeto

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Felix:

Seungmin:

Is just a headache feat Minho

Jeongin:

Drabble - stomach ache feat Chan

Upset tummy - Emeto

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SKZ as caretaker

SKZ as sickies

SKZ - Food poisoning x reader headcanons

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Ateez

Hongjoong:

Seonghwa:

Passing out feat Hongjoong

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Fever

Drabble - Emeto feat Seonghwa

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Drabble - Emeto feat Mingi

San:

Carsick - Emeto feat Yeosang

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Wooyoung:

Sick Woo is Moody Woo

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Emeto - feat Yunho

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Ateez as sickies

Ateez as caretaker

Unrequited love - WooSang

TXT

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Drabble - Emeto feat Beomgyu

Fainting + angst feat Soobin

Cold feat Soobin

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Snz feat Yeonjun

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Drabble - Emeto feat Taehyun

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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

[cuddlepilefics]

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.

[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.

[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. 

[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]

🦄 Okay so I was thinking about taking care of Chan with a migraine but he keeps trying get work done and gets frustrated because he has deadlines and he doesn’t like making you feel like you have to take care of him because he feels like a burden. But he ends up having a panic attack and throwing up and can’t go to practice the next day 😓

Well, here it is! A surprise Chan sickfic!

Enjoy!

RESPONSIBILITY

Another comeback was just around the corner for Stray Kids, which meant everyone was overwhelmed with stuff to do, ones more than others because of some solo activities. Pre comeback time was specially hard for Chan, since he was the main producer of the group, the weight on his shoulders doubled, tripled.

He had to make new demos, lyrics and everything and it was taking its toll on his health.

While working, he developed a rather strong migraine, that obviously wasn't going to get better because he was always glued the screen and had headphones on. And to top that, the kids were specially hyped.

- Hi babe, how are you?

- Hey, honey, I'm good. What's up? Is everything okay?

- Yeah...uhmm...actually no...I need to work on some new songs and I got a migraine and well...the kids are too loud and I don't want them to stop because of me. Can I come over?

- Of course, babe. I'm at the grocery store right now, what me to pick you up?

- If it's not too much trouble hehe

- I'll be there in five.

He packed his stuff and told the kids you invited him over. He hated having to lie to the members but he didn't want them to feel bad for being too hyped.

You arrived at the dorms and called Chan to come down. He entered the car, gave you a kiss and you left to your house.

You put on some music to try to lighten up the mood a bit since it was rainy and gloomy outside. He was enjoying it, bobbing his head to the beat, which you couldn't help but find adorable.

But you noticed that from time to time he brought a hand to his head and squeezed it, as if trying to control the pain.

- Is it that bad, honey?

- What? Oh, no. Just a little hehe. It stings from time to time.

- Did you take anything?

- No. The medication usually makes me feel sleepy and I have work to do.

- Take it later, please.

- I will.

You arrived at your house, he carried the grocery bags up and helped you sort everything out. And then he went to your study to assemble his mini studio to start working on the songs again.

You asked him if you could keep him company to which he answered yes with a bright smile. The study had a cozy sofa so you just lay there going through your phone, reading and looking at him working.

You noticed how frustrated he was becoming because things were turning out the way he wanted to. He'd squeeze his head between his hands and eventually his frustration got even worse.

- Fuck!

You got startled to see him swearing, which was a rare thing for him, so it meant he was really annoyed.

You got up from the sofa and made your way towards him, you stood behind the chair and massaged his shoulders and he grabbed your hand and kissed it softly.

- I'm sorry, babe.

- It's okay. Why don't you take a little break?

- I can't, honey. I gotta get this done...

- I know but you're only stressing yourself right now.  Come on, let's eat something and relax a bit and then you continue with your work. I'm not asking.

- Okay.

You cooked a nice meal for both of you and he loved it. You managed to get him to relax a little in the living room before he headed back to the study to keep on with his work.

Just like before, he didn't want to take anything for his migraine and kept on working through that intense pain.

But the pain only got worse and worse and he wasn't happy with anything he was producing. Nothing was coming out the way he wanted. He took off his headphones and lay back on his chair letting out a heavy sigh. You made your way to him again and once more massaged his shoulders.

- Honey, I think that's enough for today, no?

- I can't babe. I have a deadline, I need this ready as soon as possible.

- I know you have deadlines, but working with a migraine it's not gonna do anything good. You're not satisfied with what your doing I can tell. If you insist on working like that you'll only frustrate yourself even further.

- But I can't rest now. Everyone is waiting for these demos and samples. I-I need to- to finish this-

Suddenly, his talking started to sound low, he could feel his heartbeat increasing rapidly and he was starting to hyperventilate. He was having a panic attack. You noticed the change in his behavior and kneeled in front of him grabbing both his hands.

- Chan, what's wrong?

He tried his best to breathe but it was like no air was going inside. His heartbeat kept increasing and he was sweating as if he had been under the sun for the last few hours.

- Honey, you're having a panic attack. I need you to focus on me okay?

- I-I- can't...I can't do this...

He was starting to break down in tears and it only made his panic attack even worse.

- I-its too much... Everyone is d-depending on me...the producers, the kids, STAYs, you...I c-cant let them down-

- Chan! Stop!

You said firmly as you held his face in your hands.

- I'm right here. You can feel weak. I'm going to protect you.

You squeezed his hands, reassuring him you were there and he was safe.

- Now, look at me. I want you to keep looking at me, okay? Can you feel my hands?

- Y-yes

- Okay. I need you to do it exactly as I say now, okay? I want you to breathe with me. Come on. Breathe in 4, hold it 7 and breathe out 8.

He tried to follow as you said but at first it was difficult, his breathing was too labored and he was too nervous.

- Come on, babe. Look at me. Pay attention to the way I'm breathing. Do it with me. Breathe in 4, hold it 7 and breathe out 8.

He started to pay attention to the rhythm of your breathing and followed your instructions. In a few minutes his breathing was back to normal and his heartbeat lowered as well.

- There we go. Do you feel more calm now?

- Yeah...thank you...

The panic was gone but it was replaced by an awful feeling in his stomach. Nausea built up just as quickly as the panic went away. He felt everything inside his stomach twisting around, before he knew, saliva was starting to fill his mouth.

He ducked his head down and squeezed your hands, to which you reacted surprise, frowning as you looked at him.

- What's wrong?

- I think I'm gonna throw up...

- Oh god.

You quickly grabbed the bin beside the desk and placed it on the floor directly beneath his mouth. You noticed how he was still shaken up by the panic attack and didn't really want to let go of your hand, so you kneeled in front of him again. You didn't care if vomit was going to get on you or not, his well-being and comfort was your priority now.

- Let it all out. It's okay. I'm right here with you.

You squeezed his hand reassuring your words. He squeezed them back as he felt liquid coming up his throat. He closed his eyes and tried to hold it in.

- Don't hold it in, babe. You're okay. It's just you and me. You dont need to act strong.

He trusted every word you said, he knew you meant everything.

His stomach contracted, making his arch his back as a thick wave of partially digested food gushed out of his mouth.

- That's it. You're doing good.

You moved yourself to be on his side and kept holding his hand while the other rubbed his back up and down and then in circles.

He squeezed your hand as another thick stream of vomit came out, mixing with what was already inside the bin.

- I-Im sorry...

- It's okay. Don't apologize. Just focus on letting everything that's making you feel sick, out.

He arched his back one more time as a rather strong contraction sent another thick stream of vomit.

Your heart hurt seeing him like this. You knew how much pressure he put on himself and how he basically carried the weight of the world on his shoulder. You wish you could take that to yourself, but you could only be by his side and reassure him it was okay to feel like this.

He wanted to throw up again but he felt as if something was choking him and not wanting to come out. He kept gagging but nothing was coming out.

- Babe, can you help m-me? There's still something bothering my stomach.

- Sure.

You stopped rubbing his back and instead you brought your hand to his stomach and rubbed it a few times before gently pressing down on it.

That helped him throw up the remaining contents that was still making him feel sick. He spat out thin streams of saliva a few times.

- Are you done?

- Yeah...

- Here. Rinse your mouth.

- Thanks...

- Let me get this away from you.

You took the bin to the bathroom and disposed of the vomit inside it and placed it on the shower so you could properly wash it later.

You came back with more cold water for him and kneeled again taking a good look at him.

- How are you feeling?

- Better...I guess...tired...

You wiped away his tears with your fingers and then gently cupped his face.

- I love you. I'm right here, okay? Always count on me.

- I love you too.

- Come on, let's get you to bed. You need to rest.

You helped him to the bedroom and lay him down and then got him some stomach medicine. He took it and he was so exhausted from everything he was fast asleep in minutes.

You covered him up and left the bedroom for a few minutes to clean the bin and call the members.

- Hi, Minho.

- Oh! Y/n! How are you? 

- I'm good. And you guys?

- We're okay? And Chan-hyung?

- Not really... He had a panic attack and threw up after. I don't think it's wise for him to go to practice tomorrow...

- Really? Is he okay now?

- Yeah...he's asleep.

- I'll tell the manager, don't worry. Tell him we want him to get well soon. And also that we're sorry for being too loud today, we didn't know he was feeling that unwell...

- He doesn't blame you guys... He was worried about you, that's why he wanted to come here. But I'll tell him. 

- Thanks.

After the call, you went back to the bedroom and lay beside him. He was half-awake for a brief moment and cuddled with you, while you gently rubbed his chest, to keep him relaxed after such a tiring afternoon.

[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.