#caretaker!suga

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 6: Dizziness/Vertigo

Fandom: BTS

Sickie: J-Hope/Hoseok (exhaustion)

Caregiver(s): Suga/Yoongi

Word Count: 517

The concert was going well. The crowd’s energy was electric. The lights, the dancing, the vocals, the warm evening breeze; everything was perfect.

But suddenly, everything was too much. 

One moment, J-Hope was having the time of his life on stage with Suga and RM. The minute they stepped off stage, though, Hoseok came crashing back into his body, and he felt off. Woozy. Shaky. Almost as if he were drunk. The world was pitching dangerously from side to side, as if they were on a ship in the middle of a storm. The lights were too bright one second, nearly gone the next. He could hear his own heart beating madly in his ears.

Too much. Too much. 

Hoseok stumbled off to a corner of the backstage, a step into the hallway that led to the dressing rooms. He collapsed against the wall, all but crumbling to the floor. He forced deep breaths in and out, in and out. The world kept tilting. Why is this happening? Even with his eyes closed, he felt so fiercely dizzy. What did I do wrong? Why am I…? Where am I…?

Two hands, sweaty and warm, cupped his equally sweaty face. Yoongi. “What’s wrong?” It wasn��t really a question, but an instruction.

“Dizzy,” Hoseok replied, keeping his focus on breathing in and out, in and out. One of Yoongi’s hands moved to Hoseok’s forehead and the dancer forced a laugh. “We just got off stage… You’re not gonna…”

“You’re right, I can’t feel a fever, but you are significantly more flushed than usual right now,” Yoongi replied, but he did pull both of his hands away. Hoseok blindly reached his own hands towards the older man, more of an opening of his palms than anything, and Yoongi grasped them tight. “You’re also frighteningly pale.” Hoseok nodded once. He wasn’t confident that opening his eyes would do either of them any good. “How long have you…?”

“Just started when we got off stage.”

“Hopefully just exhaustion then.” Hoseok nodded again. “Overstimulation. Maybe dehydration.”

“Probably.” The dancer squeezed Yoongi’s hands, and the older man felt his own chest constrict in sympathy. “Hyung, I feel so weird.”

Yoongi bit his lip. “I’m gonna go get some help, okay?”

Hoseok’s eyes opened in a flash. “Please don’t leave!” Even sitting against the ground, the dizziness was overwhelming, and he careened forward. Thankfully, Yoongi was waiting to catch him. 

“HELP!” Yoongi called towards the backstage area. “SOMEONE HELP, PLEASE!” 

Hoseok’s eyes remained firmly shut as a swarm of movement exploded around him. He felt almost separate from his body, as if the sensations around him were happening to someone else. His body was moved, laid on its back against the cool, hard floor. Hands proded at him, pulled at his clothes, ice pushed against his neck. Namjoon’s voice weaved in and out, Jin’s voice herding Jimin and Jungkook away. 

The only real, true thing that anchored Hoseok to this moment was Yoongi’s hand in his. Yoongi never let go. Not once. And, as long as Hoseok kept asking him to, he never would.

[crystalsnow95z]

please sick tae with a high fever? caretaker anyone!

Ooh my favorite person to write for ♡ sorry for the random angst.. I don't know why that popped into my head.

Let’s just get right into it.

Tw; meantion of upset stomach but no emeto.

"Huh? Pause the game, Seo-joon-sii is calling me.." Jungkook picks up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello. Are you home?"

"Yeah, im just playing a game." Jungkook answers politely. "Why?"

"Oh good. I called a taxi to bring Taehyungie home and want to be sure someone's there to help him."

"Huh? Help? What happened?" Jungkook jumps to his feet. "Is he okay?"

"No, nothing bad. He got a little too drunk.. him and woo-sik both.." Seo-joon speaks apologetically into the phone, feeling partly to blame for not cutting them off sooner.

"I'll be sure he gets to bed safely. Thank you." Jungkook relaxes. "Have a good night." He hangs up. Taehyungie-hyungie must've wanted to show he was a man and could drink just as much as the others..

"What was that about?" Jin asks with concern on his face. "Is Vuu okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine. He just overdid it with drinking.." Jungkook texts Taehyung to see if he'll reply.

Hyung where are you?

Taehyung replies.

I'm coming to home. 3 minutes now.

"I'll go get him pajamas to change into." Jin gets up, going to Taehyung's room.

"I'm gonna wait for him." Jungkook puts on a face mask and waits outside, keeping his eyes cast down, pretending to be too interested in his phone when someone passes by. I'm glad my hair is black right now. It's easier to wait without being recognized.

It doesn't take long for the taxi to come, Taehyung staggering out towards him. "Jeon jungukkkie hi." He greets him warmly.

"Hi hyungie.." Jungkook smiles when Taehyung wraps around him in a hug. "Let's get you inside."

"Jungkook-ah? Did I tells you?" Taehyung speaks excitedly with a bit of slur to his words. "Why we went out?"

"Why hyung?" Jungkook leads him inside, going towards Taehyungs room already knowing the answer. He told him before he went out but loved to see his hyung happy.

"Seojunnie-hyung got the lead role in a new kdrama!" Taehyung says proudly. "He's gonna look so cool.. it's a..ah..oh no.. I forgot the role.." he finished with a pout.

"Oh? Is that what you were celebrating?" Jungkook presses his lips together to stop himself from laughing at his cute expression.

"Yeah! Huh..hyungie? What are you doing here?" Taehyung questions when he sees Jin in his room.

"I'm here to help Kook-ah with you. Let's get you out of those jeans baby." Jin takes over leading Taehyung to his bed, sitting him on the edge.

"I don't need help.. I got it.." Taehyung unbuttoned his jeans, standing to get them off but sways into Jin.

"Tete be careful. Let hyung help." Jin holds Taehyung by his shoulders to steady him while he gets his jeans off, changing into the pajama pants Jin pulled out.

"There we go. Now the shirt, too." Jungkook tugs the shirt over Taehyung's head, putting a fresh one on.

"Here, Tae, drink some water." Jin offers him a water bottle. "Careful not to spill.." he adds as an afterthought when Taehyung takes a drink.

"Mm..I don't want it Hyung..my stomach hurts.." Taehyung hands the water back to Jin.

"Your stomach hurts? Did you eat enough while you were there? Do you want me to make you something?"

"I ate while I was there..but it was too spicy for me..it wasn't supposed to be spicy Hyung.." Taehyung whines, Jin biting his lip to stop himself from laughing at Taehyungs whiny pout.

"Poor Tete..I'll warm you up some of the leftover stir fry we had for dinner, okay? Let's go eat." Jin takes Taehyung by the hand, Jungkook taking the other.

"What's going on?" Jimin asks when he sees them pulling Taehyung.

"Taehyungie is very tipsy.. we're gonna try to sober him up some.." Jin explains, going to the fridge. "Don't worry we got it. Go back to sleep.."

"Taehyung-Ah, wake up..it's time to get ready for practice." Namjoon turns on the bedroom light, pulling the blanket.

Taehyung woke up the next morning feeling awful.. his head was pounding, and he felt dizzy when he sat up, his muscles aching when he moved. "I'm up..I'm up.."

Namjoon smooths down Taehyung's wild hair. "You feeling okay? You look pale."

"I think I'm okay. I must've drank too much last night.." Taehyung rubs the sleep from his eyes, wincing at the brightness in the room.

"You'll be okay. You're still young." Namjoon turns off the light for him. "Go take a shower and eat. You'll feel better."

Taehyung nods, taking a quick shower. The hot water eases some of the pain, but as he gets dressed again, he feels his body starting to ache again.

"I didn't think I drank that much.." he whines when he takes a seat next to Jimin in the dining room, leaning against him. "My head hurts... no. My body hurts.."

"Aw my poor Tete. Do you want me to make you some Haejangguk? I think we have all the ingredients.." Jimin asks, getting up. "I'll get you some juice.."

Taehyung didn't feel hungry, but was willing to try anything to try to ease the pain. "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks Minni." Taehyung gulps down some water, placing his head on the table.

"Morning Jiminie, Taehyungie. Taehyungie, are you okay?" Hoseok greets them with a yawn.

"He woke up hungover, but it's okay. I'm taking care of him." Jimin answers for him.

"Could I maybe skip practice Hobi-hyung? I really don't feel well..I feel like I'm gonna be sick.." Taehyung asks softly, looking up at Hobi with round puppy eyes.

"You shouldn't miss practice. Not when we're in the middle of learning new choreography. You should've thought about that before you went out last night." Hoseok hated being strict, but he couldn't give him special treatment. Not when they made Yoongi do several practices hungover. "But you can ask Namjoonie."

Namjoon had the same answer as Hoseok, so the seven boys went to practice together. Taehyung felt a little better after eating, but he still felt dizzy when he made quick movements, and his muscles still ached when he moved.

"Tae you're out of sync." Hoseok points out when Taehyung's feet don't hit the floor at the same time as the others. "You're going to slow."

"I'm sorry.. I'll get it.. right this time." Taehyung panted, already feeling exhausted despite only being halfway through the practice. He knew what he had to do, but his body just wasn't moving quickly enough.

"Let's take a break.." Hoseok tells them, feeling sympathy for the young vocalist. Everyone scatters to get water, use the restroom or just take a seat leaning against the mirror.

Taehyung sits where he stands, laying flat on the floor. "I'm so tired.." he whines softly, trying to stretch out to see if it'll help his muscles stop aching.

Yoongi and Hoseok go over to him the younger rapper running a hand through Taehyung's sweaty hair. "You're doing the best you can and that's all I ask. Don't look so sad."

"I know what to do. I do. I'm just really tired..I know I can do it..I just can't right now.." Taehyung says with a frustrated sigh, leaning into Hoseok's touch, feeling comfort in the warmth of his hand.

"You'll be okay baby..you'll feel better after a good meal and a nap." Hoseok gently scratches his head.

"Here Tae. Drink some water." Yoongi offers him a water bottle. "You need stay hydrated."

Taehyung sits up, leaning against Hoseok. "I didn't think I drank that much.. I think I'm done drinking for a while." He sips the water, but it feels heavy in his stomach. "I don't think I've ever been this hungover.."

"You've always been a lightweight." Yoongi states bluntly. "You don't need to drink much V."

"I drank less than the others, though.." Taehyung pouts.

"Why don't you just watch for a bit? It looks like you got the moves down. You just need to get on beat." Hoseok suggests, feeling awful for forcing Taehyung to push himself.

"No, no, I'll get it right. I know it. I just can't get my body to keep up with my thoughts. I can picture it in my head." Taehyung explains, feeling irritated with himself for holding the others back.

"It's okay. We still have a few weeks before we perform it live. You'll get it right then. I know it." Hoseok ruffles his hair. "Just watch and listen for now, okay? You can sleep it off when we get home."

Taehyung nods, watching Hoseok gather the others to start practice again. He tried his best to listen to the choreographer's advice and the ideas of the other members on how to improve it, but he couldn't keep focused. It's so bright in here..it hurts..

Taehyung only planned to keep his eyes closed until the throbbing headache became more manageable, but it wasn't long until he fell asleep.

"Should we wake him?" Jimin asks when he notices Taehyung slowly falls over to one side. "He must be really tired to fall asleep even with us having all the back up dancers.."

"I'll ask staff to take him home. He's learned his lesson on pushing his limits." Namjoon bends down to touch the floor."He'll get sick if he sleeps on the floor like that. It's cold.."

Jimin nods, going over to Taehyung, rubbing his hand across his chest to wake him. "Tete, wake up.."

"Mm.. Minnie I don't feel good.. I just want to sleep.." Taehyung whines, sitting up and leaning into Jimin. "I can't.."

"I know, baby. Hyung says you can go home. You can sleep there.." Jimin rubs his hand across Taehyung's back. "Come on. Up you go." He pulls him onto his feet.

"I'll get you home Taehyung-sii." A staff member approaches.

"Thank you.." Taehyung bows, only able to bow his head before he felt dizzy, falling forward.

"We'll probably not get home until tonight. Try to eat something before bed, okay?" Jimin gives Taehyung a hug. "Feel better, Tae."

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Yoongi stretches, limbs stiff from sitting in the same position too long. He's been working since he came home from practice, obsessing over a new song he's been trying to perfect for months. He checks his phone, eyes widening when he sees 2:58 AM on the screen.

"It's already almost three?"He tries to get a drink from his water bottle but finds it empty, discarding it into his trash bin already overflowing with papers he's tossed aside.

He gets up to go to the kitchen, slipping on wetness of a mysterious liquid covering the floor. When he looks around, he jumps when he sees a figure sitting in front of him leaning against the fridge. "Aiish.. You scared me." Yoongi sighs when his eyes adjust to the darkness, hand on his racing heart. From the silhouette,it had to be either Jungkook or Taehyung. "What are you doing?Did you fall? Are you hurt?" He reaches for the shadowy figure, hissing when he feels the heat coming off their cheek. When he doesn't feel Jungkook's cheek scar, he knows who is in the kitchen with him. "Sh*t..You're burning up, Taehyungie.."

Taehyung jumps when he feels Yoongi touch him but relaxes when he recognizes the voice. He stays quiet for a few more moments mind foggy with fever. "Hyung...I'm sorry..the..the water.. I dropped it.." Yoongi hardly recognizes it as Taehyung's voice, it coming out raspy and slow.

"So that's what it was.. don't worry about that. I'll clean it up. First, let's get you to bed." Yoongi slowly pulls Taehyung to his feet, feeling the younger trembling. "Did you get hurt when you fell?"

"Jus..just.." Taehyung stops talking,swaying as another wave of vertigo hits him."Yoongi..Hyung..dizzy.." It's been that way for the past twenty minutes, unable to make it to his feet without another wave washing over him. "Dizzy.." he whimpers in a panic.

"It's okay..it's okay.. I got you.." Yoongi holds Taehyung by his waist, gently stroking his back. "We can stay like this for a bit longer, okay?"

Taehyung nods, leaning against Yoongi, reaching for his hand. Even with his eyes closed standing completely still he felt like he was spinning. "I don't feel well.." he whispers, clutching Yoongi tighter.

"I know, Taehyungie, I know.. it looks like you weren't just hungover. I'll take care of you. I'm sorry i didn't notice sooner.." Yoongi strokes his hair, waiting for the vocalist to stop leaning against him so heavily.

"Are you feeling a little better? You think you can walk for me Taehyungie?" Yoongi speaks gently.

Taehyung stays quiet for a few more seconds, slowly opening his eyes to test if the wooziness really died down. "Y..yeah..slowly.."

Yoongi turns on his phone flashlight to get them safely around the spilled water, walking close to the wall. "That's it, Taehyungie, almost there.. let's get you to bed."

"What's going on..?" Namjoon asks sleepily when he hears Yoongi and Taehyung enter the room.

"Taehyungie is actually sick. He's running a fever.." Yoongi places Taehyung on the bed, placing his phone on the side table.

"What? How bad is it?" Namjoon rushed out of bed, going to Taehyung to touch him, feeling the heat from his cheek. "Sh*t..do we have medicine?"

"We have Tylenol.." Yoongi goes to get up, but Taehyung doesn't let go of his hand. "Could you go get it along with the thermometer?"

"Of course hyung." Namjoon quickly leaves the room.

"Hyungie.. I'm cold..will you cuddle me...?" Taehyung squeezes Yoongi's hand. "Just a little bit?"

Yoongi lays next to him, unable to turn him down when he looks so helpless. Taehyung's usually bright, playful eyes were dulled, already drooping closed from exhaustion. His skin looked pale except for his cheeks that were flushed with fever, and his brown hair looked black from the sweat that pasted his bangs to his forehead. Yoongi's heart ached in sympathy for the vocalist, gently pushing his bangs behind his ear. "You really aren't doing well, Tete.."

"Hyungie, I..I still wanted water..I dropped it.." Taehyung suddenly remembers why he left the room in the first place when a dry cough rattled his chest.

"I know, baby. It's okay. I'll get Namjoon-ah to get you some." Yoongi answers softly, tensing up when he feels himself sweating from just holding his ailing dongsaeng. I need to cool him down..

"Hyung.." Taehyung whimpers when another wave of dizziness washes over him, leaving him feeling nauseous. He takes a handful of Yoongi's shirt into his fist, clenching it tightly.

"What's wrong, Taehyungie?" Yoongi's heart races with anxiety when the only response he gets his a low groan,unsure on what to do to try to help.

"Yoongi what happened?" Namjoon rushes into the room when he sees Taehyung clinging to Yoongi trembling from the cold chills.

"I don't know.. we need to cool him down.." Yoongi takes the water bottle from Namjoon, placing the bottle on the nape of Taehyung’s neck.

"Please..that's cold.." Taehyung jumps when he feels the cold touch his skin, shivering violently against Yoongi.

"Just endure it for me, okay? Just for a little bit.." Yoongi speaks in a soothing tone. "Just for a few minutes, okay?"

Namjoon gently places the thermometer in Taehyung's ear, eyes widening. "It's almost at 40.. fu*k I should've checked in on him when I came into the room. We could've helped him before it got this bad.."

"We don't have time to worry about the past Joon-ah. We need to focus on taking care of him now." Yoongi takes a few breaths to calm his nerves. I'm the oldest.. I need to stay calm..

Yoongi relaxes a little when Taehyung loosens the grip on his shirt. "Are you feeling a little better Tae? Do you think you can swallow some medicine for me?"

"Not..as..dizzy.. but it hurts.. to move.." Taehyung speaks slowly, trying to gather his thoughts.

"It'll only be a minute. Please, Tae?" Yoongi pleads softly.

Despite trying to hide it, Taehyung could still hear the fear in the deagu rapper's voice. "Okay.. okay.." He slowly sits up with Yoongi's help, moaning softly. His muscles screamed in protest, his body trembling with effort.

Namjoon quickly shakes out two pills, gently parting Taehyung's lips to get them in his mouth. He didn't trust Taehyungs shaky hands not to drop them. "Here Taehyungie, drink some water." He quickly offers the water after pushing them into his cheek.

Taehyung takes a mouthful of water, swallowing down the medicine.

"Good, good.." Namjoon controls how much water Taehyung takes, making him take smaller sips after swallowing the medicine. "Nice and slow. You don't want to make yourself sick.."

Taehyung takes another few drinks before laying down yawning into Yoongi's chest. "I'm so..Sleepy.."

"It's okay to sleep now.. that's all I wanted.." Yoongi draws small circles with his fingers across Taehyung's back. It doesn't take long for the younger to fall asleep again. "He's still shivering. Do you think we should get him to a doctor?"

"Let's wait to see if the medicine helps first. I don't want a repeat of last time if I can help it.." Namjoon's heart races faster at the memory. A sasaeng had seen him entering the hospital a few months ago and pretended to be sick so they could see him. Namjoon woke up to her in his hospital room filming him while he slept the blanket pushed off him and his hospital gown pulled up...

He could still hear her screaming while security took her away. Namjoon jumps when he feels Yoongi touch him, reaching for his hand to pull him out of the memory.

"Hey..it's okay. We'll wait it out a bit, and if it doesn't help, we'll call staff to come with us.. nothing like that will happen to Taehyungie, okay?"Yoongi promises, rubbing his thumb across Namjoon’s knuckles. "Why don't you go get a bowl of water and a cloth. We should try to swipe off the sweat, and it'll help cool him down."

"Alright.." Namjoon leaves the room, letting out a short scream when he sees Jin in the hallway. "Aiish, you scared me, hyung. What are you doing up?"

"I woke up to use the bathroom. Have you seen Yoongi? He wasn't in the room when I got up." Jin says with concern about the wrong member.

"Yoongi is fine. He's with Taehyungie.. it turns out he wasn't just complaining over a hangover.. he's running a high fever.." Namjoon tells the older member. "I'm going to get water so we can give him a sponge bath."

"What? Taehyung is sick?" Jin's shoulder brushes against Namjoon's as he rushes past him, going straight to Taehyung.

"Seokjinnie-hyung?" Yoongi questions in surprise when he sees him entering, but he doesn't reply too focused on the young vocalist, placing his hand at the nape of his neck.

"Mn..." Taehyung let's out a quiet hum, moving away from Jin's 'cold' touch.

"Aiigo, my poor baby.. have you given him anything?" Jin whispers, running his hand through Taehyung's hair. "How high is it?"

"We got him to take some Tylenol a few minutes ago, but if it doesn't work, we need to get him to the hospital.." Yoongi explains in a distressed whisper. "Hyung, could you go with Namjoon? He's still a bit shaken by what happened when he went to the hospital.."

That's why he was easily spooked..

"I'll take care of Joon." Jin leaves to the kitchen where Namjoon was filling a large bowl with water.

"Hey, it's okay. You and Yoongi have things under control, you're doing everything right. Taehyungie will be fine." Jin gently massages Namjoon's shoulders, feeling the tension within them. "Take a deep breath for hyung.."

Namjoon turns off the water, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry. I know this isn't helping.."

"It's okay to be scared Joon-ah. Don't apologize." Jin hugs Namjoon from behind. "You don't need to be sorry for your feelings.."

Namjoon puts his hands on Jin's, feeling his anxiety melting away underneath the olders touch."Thanks, Hyung.. I'm okay now.."

"Good, now let's go back to the room, okay? I'll take this." Jin lets Namjoon go, taking the bowl from the sink and carrying it to the room. Namjoon quickly grabs a wash cloth from the bathroom, following after.

"You okay now, Namjoon?" Yoongi asks softly when he enters.

"Yeah. I'm okay now. Sor.." Namjoon trails off when he recalls Jin's words. "Don't worry. I'm fine."

Jin takes the cloth from Namjoon, dipping it in the water and wringing out the excess water and wiping it down Taehyung's arm.

Taehyung shivers, clinging closer to Yoongi. "It's cold.." He mumbles softly only Yoongi picking up on it.

"It's okay..i got you.." Yoongi strokes his hand through Taehyung's hair. "We're just trying to help. It's okay." He continues to say sweet nothings while Jin continues to gently wash the sweat from his body, letting out a sigh with he notices the shivering stop.

"It's working.." Yoongi whispers with a soft smile. "I don't think we'll need a hospital, Joon. We can handle this together."

[7ndipity]

Y/n: be my suga daddy

Yoongi: please go away and let me work in peace

Y/n: what about my fructose father then?

Y/n: my glucose guardian?

Y/n: polysaccharide parent?

Y/n: carbohydrate caretaker?

Yoongi:

Y/n:

Y/n:...these would've worked on Jin

[soft-for-yoongi]

Shower Sickness (sick JK)

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Sick person: Jungkook

Caretakers: Taehyung, Yoongi

Tw: emeto, vom*****, nausea, dizziness, fainting

(Jungkook feels sick and faints in the shower, Taehyung and Yoongi come to the rescue)

Word count: 710

It's short but I hope you enjoy!!!!

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"Oh, fuck—" Jungkook really thought a shower would wash away his pains and the quelling nausea that has been bothering him all day. Apparently not. He feels so light headed and he thinks the tiles beneath his feet are getting closer and closer. Jungkook hears ringing in his ears and a pounding ache in his head before—

Thud

Well shit. Taehyung walks up to the bathroom door, "Jungkook-ah? You alright? Did you drop the shampoo bottle again?" Taehyung says with a light-hearted laugh. That is until he hears a miserable moan from behind the door. Yoongi walks down the hallway just in time, "everything okay, Tae-yah?" The rapper says, noticing Taehyung's wide eyes.

"I don't know hyung—Jungkookie?? I'm coming in." Taehyung thanks the lord that the maknae forgot to lock the door and he enters easily. Yoongi isn't far behind, and as soon as they get in they see a pale Jungkook on the floor of the shower. "Oh my god—Kookie—" Taehyung shuts off the water and moves the hair stuck to Jungkook's forehead.

Yoongi slowly helps the youngest sit up. Taehyung is shaken to the core and honestly, so is Yoongi. "What happened, kiddo?" Yoongi brushes the maknae's cheek and Taehyung grabs a towel to give the poor boy. "Hyungs—I feel dizzy-" Jungkook whimpers, tears building up in his eyes. His head hurts and all his muscles ache, his stomach is churning and it prompts him to turn his head away from Taehyung and his own lap.

Jungkook throws up clear liquid, coughing and trying to aim for the drain. The sudden act shocks Yoongi and Taehyung. "Oh baby, deep breaths." Taehyung uses the towel to wipe the edge of Jungkook's mouth and lips that are as pale the rest of his face.

Yoongi presses a hand to Jungkook's forehead, "he's got a fever, it seems mild but that's probably why he passed out." Yoongi is doing that worry-frown as he takes Jungkook's hand in his. "M'sorry f-for scarin' you.." Jungkook slurs out, eyes closed as he tries to centre himself so the room stops spinning.

"Hey, we'll talk about that later, are you still feeling dizzy?" Yoongi asks, not liking the way Jungkook's eyes are glazed and unfocused. "So dizzy, think I need to throw up again.." Jungkook replies, a quivering hand coming to cover his mouth. "Okay Kookie, lets get you over the toilet," Taehyung helps his dongsaeng crawl the few meters to the porcelain and Yoongi lifts up the seat, open and ready.

"My head hurts, hyungs.." Jungkook whines, voice echoing with his face buried in the toilet. "Poor Kookie, we'll give you medicine when you're feeling better." Taehyung comforts, working circles into Jungkook's bare back and Yoongi keeps a hand to Jungkook's forehead, keeping him steady so he doesn't plummet into the water.

Jungkook heaves productively and grips the sides of the toilet. Jungkook feels the nausea nag at the back of his throat and he swallows down the building saliva. The sick feeling tenfolds and Jungkook spews up more liquid.

Jungkook hates the heaviness in his head, swirling and making him feel like he's on a merry-go-round. Jungkook tries breathing deeply and the nausea lessens some. Yoongi is massaging the nape of his neck but he heaves again.

"I don' feel good, Suga-h-hyung, Taehyungie-hyung.." Jungkook moans, goosebumps crawling on his arms as his body prepares to throw up again. A string of spit dangles from Jungkook's mouth and within 4 seconds a rush of yellowish bile comes out. "I'm so sorry, Kookie..." Taehyung coos, looking at Yoongi worriedly.

Jungkook coughs and swallows, moving his head away and sitting back on his feet beneath him. Jungkook moans, "that was horrible.." he murmurs, burping hollowly. "It was, are you feeling better?" Yoongi asks, rubbing at Jungkook's spine.

"Sort of. Can I lie down? I don't think I can be upright anymore.." Jungkook closes his eyes, forehead coming to rest on Taehyung's shoulder. "Sure bunny, let's take Yoongi's bed since it's the biggest." Taehyung smirks and Yoongi doesn't say anything so both the youngest are equally excited to have some cuddle time with the rapper.

"Come on then." Yoongi sighs, fighting back a smile.

[kazarinn]

Dream Eater Guide — Chapter 1: Rapunzel's Shampoo

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Here we are with a new project! We’ve started a translation of Dream Eater Guide, a 9-chapter shoujo manga series by Megumi Tachikawa, whom you may also know as the creator of Saint Tail (which we released a full retranslation of last year). Dream Eater Guide happens to be the series she was working on right before Saint Tail, and while it’s not strictly a magical girl series, it has a lot of similar sensibilities and distinctive touches that are in the latter, so I definitely recommend this series if you’re a fan.

Each chapter centers around a different protagonist who’s dealing with some kind of concern in her life to the point it gives her nightmares, and the general flow is that each one will get a visit from Bakuo the Dream Tapir and his caretaker Marin, who will offer her a magical item that she can use to help overcome her troubles and have better dreams. Of course, the item itself isn’t an instant solution; it’s up to each girl to put it to proper use and resolve the problem on her own, and there’s often an underlying issue that ends up needing to be addressed as well. Recurring themes include personal insecurities (especially expectations of femininity) and interpersonal relationships (often romantic, but not necessarily so), so there’s a lot to enjoy in only nine chapters!

Since it’s an episodic narrative, we’ll be releasing each chapter as we finish them, so without further ado, here’s our self-written synopsis for Dream 1:

Yuiko Suga has a complex about her hair always being rough and messy compared to that of other girls in her class, so when she sees a sign that her crush, Asami, might have an interest in pretty hair, it only makes things worse! Wishing she could be a "real-life Rapunzel", Yuiko gets a visit from Marin and Bakuo and is given "Rapunzel’s Shampoo", which magically makes her hair silky the way she’d always wanted. Which means she now has everything she needs to be more assertive…or does she?

Enjoy, and we hope you look forward to more!

[sickonthedancefloor]

Unexpected Dinner Company

Prompt: “And Suga called to ask if I was fine. I replied saying that I’m bored because I’m all alone and then after a while, Suga came to the dormitory with chicken in his hand! I was so touched at the time I fell for him without even realizing it. If I was a girl, I would definitely fall in love!”

That one time Hoseok got stress-induced enteritis and Yoongi took him to the hospital.

Sickie: Hoseok Caretakers: Yoongi Content: fevers, emeto, stomach aches

The music pauses again. Hoseok stands by the sound system in their little practice room, eyes holding an intense stare as he focuses on the device. It was the holidays, but seeing as his family lived so far from Seoul in Gwangju, he had opted to save his parents the train money and just spent the break at their small dorm. It had been rather peaceful, the entire dorm out for the two weeks break, save for the two who stood in the dance room. Originally, it had been only Hoseok, but his hyung—bless his heart, truly—had opted to stay a little later than planned and kept him company.

The other occupant? Yoongi. A year older then Hoseok but with far more wisdom in the industry than Hoseok would have ever guessed, with his sharp understanding of the choreography and his willingness to keep working with him.

“Seok-ah,” Yoongi calls from his spot on the ground. “Seok-ah, you didn’t make a mistake.”

“I did, hyung,” Hoseok insists. He’s breathing heavily, the strain of the practice pressing almost like a weight against his chest. He takes a sip of his water and lets the cool liquid rest in his mouth before swallowing it. But only one sip, he couldn’t weigh himself down with water until he felt like he’d accomplished the scene. Setting the bottle back down, Hoseok turns to the older rapper. “Can we try it again?”

Yoongi nods. “Start it from the end of the verse, we’ll launch into the chorus better.”

Hoseok answers with a nod of his own. He presses the forward button until the MP3 sped up to where they needed, then scurries back into his spot. The music begins again, and right at the beat, both boys jump and launch right into the choreography, checking their motions through the mirror before them. It was an intense song, lots of stomping and harsh moves while being quicker than it needed to be for the lyrics. But it was a cover; the band beforehand had put harsh, fast moves for effect. Their choreographer wanted to see if they could tackle it as rookies. The monthly trainee evaluation for January was delayed for the end of the month because of the holidays, so they had time to nail it. But they were determined to do well, and Yoongi noticed one of their hardest workers was his younger companion. Hoseok had a spirit about him that couldn’t be tampered. Truly, he finds it rather inspiring to work with him, even though the days are long and often tiring.

As the song trails to a stop, both boys just drop to sit on the scuffed wooden floor, breathing heavily as the song began to repeat itself through the speakers from the beginning. They’re already drenched with sweat, muscles burning from the intense movements they’ve been doing. And this is only after Yoongi had joined in; Hoseok, some strange form of early bird, had been to the studio for an hour or two already just dancing around, before he’d come back for breakfast.

Honestly, giving him a key to the dance studio was a bad idea. Hoseok spent half his life in that room, had already spent part of the holiday before Yoongi had even gotten out of bed.

It had been an hour and a half already, nearly two… Honestly, Yoongi wants to pass this evaluation but he wants lunch more. “Come on, Seok-ah, you’ve got this in the bag.”

Hoseok shakes his head, but something just looks off about him. He looks uncomfortable, like something was bothering him, and Yoongi doesn’t think it was just the choreography.

“One more time…”

Yoongi sighs. “I’m tired, Seok-ah… Come on, let’s get food and go home.”

Well, to the dorm. Their home away from home. The dancer affixes Yoongi with a disappointed look, teetering on the edge of asking to stay, but instead he sighs. “Okay. Let’s… let’s do cool-down and go back.”

Yoongi smiles, and he can see the younger one tries to return it. Hoseok slips a hand under his shirt and rubs his stomach; maybe it really is just hunger. Hopping to his feet, Yoongi goes to turn the music off, then heads over to help Hoseok to his feet. He feels his friend’s sweaty hand grip his and yanks him to his feet, only to have Hoseok stumble and tilt on edge. He almost drops to his knees but he catches himself with a step forward, both hands pressed on his thighs to keep him upright.

“Hoseok-ah!?”

“Hyung…” Hoseok grimaces. “Y-yeah?”

He’s sweating, and hard. Now, dancing for nearly four hours will do that to anyone, and there’s always times they find themselves in various states of undress from just dancing or working too hard. But something is definitely off. Hoseok’s breathing is rough, even with their short break.

“C’mon… let’s go sit down.”

Hoseok gives a shaky nod and lets Yoongi lead him to the plastic chairs shoved in the corner, dropping onto one of them. He leans forward again, propping one elbow against his knee, his other hand moving back to his stomach. Yoongi doesn’t sit just yet, instead choosing to bring Hoseok his water bottle, fanning him lightly with his own ballcap. Hoseok mumbles a small thanks, but he stays still and just tries to calm his breathing. He manages to calm down enough, but he looks uncomfortable as he sits back up.

“You okay?”

Hoseok nods. “I think breakfast just didn’t sit too well with me.”

Breakfast? But… all Yoongi could recall seeing him was some egg toast and soup. That usually sat well with everyone. Maybe their eggs were going bad. Yoongi reaches over to ruffle Hoseok’s hair, pointing to his jacket. “Let’s just hurry back. Maybe you just need something good for lunch.”

That earned a smile. “Cooking from hyung? I’m so lucky.”

Yoongi loved that smile. At least Hoseok seemed well enough to keep his spirit. And he immediately launched into a soft whine as he picked at his tee, completely damp with sweat, clinging to his chest. He decides he’s showering first, and honestly, it’s for the better; he smells sweaty. The whole room does, and often. Yoongi turns off the music and plugs in their scented dark light from the corner, hoping to take down some of the smell while they’re gone. Throwing on his cap, he leaves his jacket off and fishes for the keys to drive the two back to the dorm.

~*~

Hoseok still isn’t doing much better. Both are freshly showered and changed, and despite his tanned complexion, Hoseok just looks ashen. He says he’s okay, not one for much complaining (he called it professionalism, Yoongi called it being too brave sometimes), but Yoongi brings him a cup of tea when he notices Hoseok just holding his stomach. He figures it’s cramping, probably from too much work and not enough food, so he returns with a small bowl of seasoned rice and a spoon. Something to snack on while he finished the meat. By the time he finished, he finds the bowl of rice half eaten and Hoseok seems a little more relaxed. Yoongi sighs, placing their small row of banchan down before setting down the meat. He’s brought more rice for the two of them.

The way Hoseok’s eyes light up at the sagymeopsal just makes his day. It isn’t much, but Hoseok looks so happy he goes for a piece first instead of his usual kimchi. “Ahh hyung, this is really good!” he compliments, muffled by the meat.

Yoongi can’t help but grin back, nodding shyly as he waves the compliment off. He grabs his own piece and begins to eat. As dinner passes, Yoongi notices Hoseok seems more lively, definitely less uncomfortable than earlier. He eats a lot too, and both boys find themselves flopped on the floor in the living room, idly watching some reality dating show as they breathe through the food.

“I don’t think I can move to clean all this up,” Hoseok mumbles with a laugh. His hand finds his stomach again, bloated from probably eating so much, and he merely rubs up and down to soothe himself. But he looks happy, relaxed; and that’s all Yoongi really wanted. Perhaps today was just stressful from all the dancing. Yoongi makes a note to lecture him later, probably teasingly, but he figures right now, with how peaceful they both are, he doesn’t need to say anything. The two of them fall asleep right there on the rug, neither waking until one of the managers messaged them both late in the evening to check on them.

~*~

“Bored” with four frowny faces is the only text Yoongi receives when he checks on the dancer. His parents convinced him to come home for at least Christmas, and he agrees, especially seeing as he has some gifts for them that he afforded with his part-time job. Yoongi hasn’t spent a lot of time at home; his parents hadn’t been the most approving of his choice to join Bighit and become a trainee, and while they weren’t actively sabotaging him, it was hard to be around them with questioning remarks on if they’d debut and not have any real answers to give them. But he’s been making leaps and bounds in the rap world; he fought hard enough to make it into Bighit, he really isn’t worried. His parents had, thankfully, decided not to dwell and the few days were rather peaceful.

But every once in a while, his mind had drifted back to Hoseok. Hoseok who dragged himself out of bed early the day after their long studio morning to go right back to dancing, who had been putting on good faces up until it came time for Yoongi to head home. Hoseok who had been randomly spamming the chat just because he didn’t have company in their normally hectic noisy dorm. He must have been sad, spending another holiday up in Seoul instead of Gwangju with his family. But Hoseok said it was worth it; he didn’t want his parents to foot more roundtrip fare to get him home for Christmas when he’d only be gone for a few days, and his sister also hadn’t gone home; they could just video chat, he told them.

So Yoongi had decided that morning that he was leaving early. He tells his parents goodbye, kicks his brother playfully, and takes off back to the dorms.

As a bonus, with some extra cash his parents give him, he buys fried chicken. It’s a holiday tradition somewhere, he’s sure. Japan, he thinks? He’s not sure what the origin is but he knows it probably has to do with America. Whatever it is, he’s sure it’ll still be enjoyable.

Opening the door, Yoongi quickly shouts that he’s back, and finds Hoseok laying back on the floor in the living room watching a drama on their television, hand lazily fiddling with a tea bottle. The younger one grins at his arrival, attention immediately shifted. “Hyung! You’re back! Hey!”

Hoseok honestly doesn’t look good at all. Once again, just like he’d caught him in the practice room, he was pale and a little sweaty again, with a hand pressed against his stomach. Maybe it was just hunger again, but given how he was so pale… Yoongi was starting to doubt it.

“Brought chicken too.” Yoongi puts on a smile and sets it down on the table in front of him.

Hoseok’s eyes widen. “You came back early and brought food? Hyung, you must be an angel.”

The two laugh, and Hoseok clears a space on the table and hurries to his feet. He pauses, trying not to stagger; Yoongi’s quick to grab his arm to support him. “Hoseok-ah?”

The younger dancer grimaces, eyes shut as he takes a deep breath. He releases it with a shudder, his hand reaching up to rub at his head. “Sorry, hyung… I got dizzy for a second.”

“You don’t look well… here, sit. Let me get it for you.” Yoongi helps Hoseok back to the floor cushion, handing him his tea again, unscrewing the bottle for him. The bottle is still mostly full. “Drink some, okay?”

Hoseok nods, and goes to sip as Yoongi to the kitchen to grab a drink for himself. There’s not much in their little fridge, but he finds two colas and brings them out. It’s a special occasion; surely, whichever trainee had this will understand. He’s not sure if Hoseok will be up for the carbonation, but he wants to keep the offer there. As he returns, he finds Hoseok leaning forward, rubbing his stomach again.

Yoongi sighs. He’s glad he came when he did; Hoseok doesn’t need to be alone like this. They wait until Hoseok seems to feel a little better, whining as he sniffs the air. “Hyung… the chicken smells so good.”

“But do you think you can eat it?” Yoongi moves his hand to rub at the back of Hoseok’s neck, smiling as he watches his dongsaeng’s shoulders droop. “Is your stomach bothering you?”

Hoseok sighs. “A little, yeah…” But both boys knew Hoseok was lying; he could barely tell a convincing lie on a good day, but he looks downright uncomfortable to be where he is. Still, to prove himself, he reaches over and pulls off a piece and takes a bite. Yoongi watches him closely as Hoseok chews and swallows… and immediately leans forward.

“A lot… come on, Seok-ah, can you stand?”

“I get dizzy… I’m already a little dizzy.”

Shit. Hoseok isn’t a short kid, either. Doesn’t weigh much thankfully, but it’s all muscle. Hoseok’s always been lean limbs and slim muscles, but that doesn’t make him the lightest. Yoongi isn’t going to let them stay there though, not while Hoseok seems to be struggling so hard. He closes the travel box, sure they can put it up later, and goes to help Hoseok to his feet. And Hoseok sways. His skin goes ashen almost immediately, his eyes unfocused, and he knees seem to refrain from shaking by sheer force of will. For a solid second, Yoongi doesn’t think he can catch him, but Hoseok stumbles a step forward just in time.

The young dancer sighs. “Sorry, hyung… I kind of want to sit down.”

Yoongi just moves to Hoseok’s side. “We’re gonna need to take you to a hospital. There’s no way you can do anything like this.”

What worries Yoongi next is the immediate lack of protesting that came after. Hoseok mulls over the idea, as another grimace of pain washes over his face, and Yoongi just wraps an arm around his waist. He really does not seem to be feeling good.

“Come on, Seok-ah, let’s go.”

It takes a little longer than Yoongi would like to walk Hoseok downstairs from their dorm, but Hoseok goes without complaint. Besides a hitch of breath or a pause to wince, he doesn’t utter a single complaint. But Yoongi can feel how strained Hoseok’s small answers to his questions are, the slight tremble from under his arms. Hoseok’s skin feels so hot under his touch. When they make it downstairs, Hoseok takes to sitting on the side stairs while Yoongi orders a taxi. They’d considered the subways for all of one minute before Hoseok’s footing had slipped, and Yoongi opted against it. A taxi ride wouldn’t be awful on the finances; Yoongi’s sure replacing the sodas will cost more.

~*~

“That was… the worst taxi ride,” Hoseok grumbles as he leans heavily on Yoongi. Yoongi can’t disagree; the drive was rough, the traffic stop-and-go, and he’d taken to holding Hoseok’s hand to keep the younger dancer calm. But Hoseok’s face had taken on a greenish tint, and they weren’t even in the doorway before Hoseok pushes away from Yoongi.

“Seok-ah—”

And… splat. Hoseok leans forward by the trash can at the entrance, eyes screwed shut as he vomits again. Yoongi sighs, moving over to hold him up by his shoulders. He rubs his back with his other arm, trying to keep him calm.

“It’s okay, Seok-ah, let it out. I know it hurts.”

His hand rubs slow circles on his back, grimacing as he feels Hoseok’s back tense as he vomits another mouthful. He’s feeling warmer, and Hoseok can feel the sweat soaking through his shirt. He’s shaking completely now, one hand holding onto the pillar in the front, the other gripping his knee with white knuckles. He looks so weak, so strange, and Yoongi hates it. Hoseok, to Yoongi, has always been a strong young man; he’s always been up to every challenge, takes every job seriously, tackles every challenge he’s faced with his chin up and head held high. He’d dealt with feeling this poorly without complaining about anything. It startles Yoongi to know his friend has been suffering without asking for help at all.

But hyung’s here now. Yoongi’s not going to let him suffer alone.

Once Hoseok finishes, Yoongi’s arm around his shoulders tightens to help him up before he stumbles. Hoseok feels unsteady on his feet and he looks completely grey, and exhausted.

“Think you can make it inside?” Yoongi asks softly. “Or do you want to wait here and I’ll get a nurse—”

The automatic doors open, and a nurse hurries out with a handful of tissues. He hurries over to the pair. “Is he okay? Drunk?”

Hoseok accepts the napkins with a small mumble of thanks, wiping his mouth with the paper.

Yoongi decides to take charge talking to the nurse. He swallows his annoyance that every adult thinks the youth are nothing but trouble, and figures being direct is the best way to solve the issue.

“He’s sick. He’s having really bad stomach pain and a fever now.” Yoongi’s frown grew. “The taxi ride up here was really bad.”

The nurse, thankfully, nods and looks at Hoseok, taking in an initial evaluation. Hoseok is still unsteady but Yoongi’s holding him closely, and the man holds up one finger and hurries inside. He comes back out with a wheelchair. “Come on, let your friend sit here, we can go inside and get him signed in.”

That brings a smile to Yoongi’s lips. Finally, Hoseok will get some help.

~*~

Curled on his side in the hospital’s open room, Hoseok yawns as he looks at Yoongi. “Sorry, hyung, I know this was a lot.”

Yoongi just reaches over to stroke his hair. “That’s stupid, don’t apologize for being sick. Do they need to give you more painkillers?”

Hoseok gives a rough laugh. Through an IV, he’s received some fantastic painkillers, antinausea medication, and antibiotics, and he is completely relaxed under the thick blanket. The hospital is warm, but the medication working through his veins felt cold enough to give him a chill. While he was being examined, Yoongi had called their manager to give him a heads up and the staff promised to reimburse Yoongi for all of his efforts. Feeling a little more appreciated by the staff, albeit a little bashful for the compliments, he’d hurried off the call to return to Hoseok’s bedside.

Hoseok is already looking a little better. He’s not as pale, his cheeks finally taking on a rosier tint rather than the ashen grey he had earlier. He also didn’t look as stressed, but his eyes blink almost more rapidly as he looks at the older rapper. Yoongi reaches a hand over, stroking Hoseok’s hair back.

“Yoongi-hyung?”

“Hm?” Yoongi smiles down, long fingers raking across Hoseok’s scalp. He watches as the younger dancer’s eyelids grow heavy, another yawn escaping; Hoseok brings the corner of the blanket to his mouth and yawns into it again. As he begins to drift off, he mumbles a soft but solid, “Thank you, hyung. You’re the best.”

That startles Yoongi. Looking away as his neck begins to feel hot, he just shrugs. “You’d do the same for me, so… It’s nothin’.”

The smile on Hoseok’s face is the only indicator he’s heard, but neither of them say more.

“Sleep well, Hob-ah.”

[sumzysworld]

Thank you, @kingofbodyrolls for the tag!

The WIP game is basically - If tagged, reveal about 7 lines or so from your WIP.

@gukieater this is for you.

Here's mine - from an ask game Drabble I have been working on, set in a dystopian ABO universe.

At his regular spot, he found himself examining bulletins and waiting for new jobs that may come his way. His bartender called him over with a cheap drink. 

“How’ya doin?”

“Good so far! Not dead, atleast”, Jimin said, sliding onto the stool and grabbing the mug. “Any new requests?”

“There’s a new request though - but not sure you’ll like it”.

“What kind?”, Jimin asked.

“Just someone needing a caretaker. Would you think about it?”

Jimin raised his eyebrows. "Do I look like someone who nurtures or takes care of people?”

The bartender levelled him with a flat gaze. “Yeah, man, you do”

“Fuck you, Suga”

“In public? I got a nice room out back”, the bartender joked with a gummy smile.

Jimin responded by jabbing a middle finger at him.

Stay tuned for the release of this fic.

Tagging@def-initely-soul @jiminrings @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue @iswearimover5feetall @xjoonchildx @lubdubsworld @mikrokosmosmaze @yoonia @kpopfanfictrash @jeonstudios @flowerwrites06 and anyone else who think they can participate!!

[babybearsnz]

Breakfast and gin rummy

Sickie: Yoongi

Caretakers: Bangtan

Relationships: Platonic

Yoongi’s pov:

I knew my allergies were acting up as soon as I woke up. My eyes were burning, my nose itched and was stuffy, and my throat was scratchy from post-nasal drip. I was first to get out of bed, as usual, but I wasn’t the only one awake. Across the bedroom, Jungkook was lying in bed while scrolling on his phone.

He looked up at me and silently greeted me with a smile while I opened the curtains. The sun shining brightly through the windows made my eyes flutter and my nose itch.

“hihNGXT! hehNGXTuh!” I stifled a couple of sneezes into my hand. “‘scuse me.” I cleared my throat.

“Hyung,” Jungkook tossed me a bottle of antihistamines. “And bless you.”

I thanked him and sniffled before swallowing a tablet and hopping in the shower.

Within 10 minutes, the steam from the hot shower started to loosen up my congestion.

“hahNGXTtchh! NGXTtchiee!” I groaned and started washing my face.

“Bless you, hyung!” I heard Jungkook call.

I didn’t get the chance to thank him before I had to sneeze again because of rubbing cleanser on my face. In the process of washing, my fingers had grazed over my sinuses, irritating them. Keeping my eyes closed to avoid getting soap in them, I placed a hand on the shower wall so I wouldn’t hit my head. After all, I couldn’t see the wall with my eyes shut.

“hahNGXTtchieew! Ugh.”

Kook yelled again, “Bless you, bless you!”

“Thank you!” I called back. I began drying off and muffled a few more sneezes into my towel, hoping the meds would kick in soon.

Once I had finished washing up, I met Jungkook in our bedroom once again. My eyes and nose were an itchy shade of pink. The maknae, being his sweet self, pouted at the sight of me and pulled me into a tight hug. His embrace was warm and comforting and I grinned.

“Breakfast?” He asked.

I nodded and rubbed at my nose and the two of us made our way down the hall to the kitchen.

I took my spot at the stove and started cooking while Jungkook worked on the coffee.

“What’s on the menu?” I looked up to see a curious Jin and a sleepy Taehyung.

“Kimchi jjigae,” I responded and sniffled. The spices I was adding were beginning to anger my overly-sensitive nose.

I ducked into my elbow. “hihNGXTuh! Spicy.”

Tae laughed.

“Bless you, Yoongs,” Jin offered.

Jungkook made his way over having finished making the coffee. He had two glasses in hand, one for him and one for me, and fed me a sip as I continued cooking.

********time skip********

The seven of us sat around the kitchen table, feeling content with a meal in us. Jimin cleared the table while a few of the members chatted about plans for the day, our day off. I brought a hand up to my face, feeling the tickle in my nose resurface.

“hehNGXT! NGXTtchh! NGXTtchiee!” I sniffled. “Sorry, ‘scuse me.”

“Bless you, hyung,” A few members said. Jungkookie who was sitting beside me put an arm around me and Hobi offered me a box of tissues.

Namjoon spoke up, being the worried leader he is. “Allergies bothering you?” He asked.

I shrugged and nodded. “I took meds,” I assured him. “I’ll be okay.” Jungkook leaned his head on my shoulder and I patted his hair. He always knew how to make me feel better.

“Suga-hyung!” Tae hugged me from behind. “Can we play a card game?” He pleaded.

He was adorable. “Sure, TaeTae,” I replied. “Go grab a deck.”

He skipped away and I smiled. Jin rolled his eyes at me. “He’s like a little kid,” he said. “How do you never get tired of playing with him?”

I merely shrugged, but with one shoulder. Kookie had dozed off on the other.

Pretty soon, I felt another sneeze coming. I tapped Jungkook’s leg frantically and he lifted his head just in time.

“hahNGXTtchu! huhNGXT!”

“Bless you,” he mumbled tiredly.

“I just had to sneeze again,” I said. “Sorry, buddy.”

He hummed in acknowledgment and placed his head back on my shoulder.

“Do you want to play, Kook?” Tae asked.

Jungkook opened his eyes. “Play what?”

“Gin rummy.”

“Is there actual gin involved?” The maknae asked.

Taehyung shook his head.

Jungkook shut his eyes again. “Then no.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Kook-ah!” I scolded. “It’s 9 in the morning!”

The members and I spent the rest of the morning playing various games. I continued to sneeze periodically but Jungkook was somehow able to find a way to nap. And he did eventually wake up and play with us, despite the lack of alcohol.

[xcziel]

b*t*s recognition for older, western, beginners (me): (pls ignore if you are experienced army this is for funsies only) (or add more, or corrections, or whatever, i can't tell you what to do lol)

kim namjoon (rm) hyung-line: tall, rapper, perfect english, brainy smart, leader: so often mc-ing and/or wrangling bag of catsmembers, longsuffering, sarcastic and funny, big boy, accidental breaker-of-things

kim seokjin (jin) hyung-line: also tall, singer, princely handsome, fashion plate, actor, oldest but only pulls the card occasionally, from money, suave but also dork, well-traveled since childhood *enlisted in december 2022

min yoongi (suga, agustd) hyung-line: short, rapper, has the producer/songwriter/rapping archetype going for him, mostly in black off-duty, pretty cat man, introvert, deep speaking voice, lil bit of a godfather vibe but tiny cute godfather?, stealth fond and affectionate (yes my bias shhh)

jung hoseok (hobi, j-hope) hyung-line: medium height tier, dancer & rapper, distinctive high cheekbones and sunshine smile, laughs a lot but has that dance practice stern face when he's not joking, often indulgent wine aunt vibes, actual pre-debut street cred like rm and suga *just recently went for enlistment

kim taehyung (v) maknae line: shorter but not short, singer: has a husky breathy register out of several modes, it boy and model, princess mode needs care and attention, poor boy made good, emotional (actually they all cry a lot if you go by videos)

jeon junkook (jk, kookie) maknae line: medium tall, main singer: often a clear r&b flavored tenor, "the one with the tattoos" (right hand and full sleeve most visible) and the calvin klein ad, lip-piercing as well now i believe, strong, extremely hip, excitable, good at everything, the youngest and Baby

park jimin (jimin) maknae line: technically shortest, singer: clear high tenor, trained dancer like *whoa*, flirt, smooth and stylish, pretty as a personality trait, maknae gremlin but with hyung maturity (caretaker), abs, falls off chairs (and only chairs? otherwise immune to gravity)

- these are some busy, busy elite-caliber performers at the very top of the game and i definitely am in awe. like the guys who technically aren't "dancers" in the group are still leagues above many regular official 'lead dancers' in skill - as a whole they are just functioning on another level and it is impressive. i understand army a lot more now

[crybabykiko]

daisy that art you reblogged of ume…;77$;;$3) like I know there is a specific panel of suga doing the same thing to I think tsukki and yamaguchi BUT IN ANY EVENT OF COURSE HES A CARETAKER FIGURE IM GOING TK EAT MY FINGERS

THEY ARE VERY MUCH THE SAME CODED like a lot of people from wind breaker are other character coded imo it makes them easier to love tbh but yes yes yes ume is 6386483% suga coded

[heich0e]

I know the Yuzuki’s reminded you of Tobio but I think Hayato is also Daichi core in the taking care of all his siblings department

(if you haven’t you should also watch Kotaro lives alone I foundthe vibe similar!)

oh i think ur SOOO right esp when he was yelling at minato in episode 1!! the papa daichi energy readings were truly off the charts on that one.... but he's like a mix of daichi and suga bc yes responsible caretaker type but also silly goofy teacher guy <3 (opening to hannah montana best of both worlds plays)

[sparklehoney7]

Caustic

by: deepslowpanic

pairing: namjoon/yoongi

info: one shot (50,000)

tags: Alternate Universe / Underground Rapper Min Yoongi | Suga / Underground Rapper Kim Namjoon | RM / Enemies / Rivalry / Enemies to Lovers / Slow Burn / Hurt/Comfort / Heavy Angst / Blood and Injury / Mentions of getting beaten up / Injury Recovery / Internalized Homophobia / Homophobia / Trust Issues / Homophobic Language / Arguing / Mean Min Yoongi | Suga / Angry Kim Namjoon | RM / Misunderstandings / It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better / But it get better I promise / Whump / Crying Min Yoongi | Suga / Body Worship / Kissing / Hand Jobs / Blow Jobs / Anal Fingering / Anal Sex / First Time / Trust / Caretaking / Non-Sexual Intimacy / Self-Hatred / Self-Esteem Issues / Non-Graphic Violence / Aftermath of Violence / Descriptions of fight and injuries / Additional Warnings In Author's Note

summary: “Why do you let him get to you like that?” Taehyung questions.

“I don’t know. He’s just…” Namjoon trails off, shaking his head.

“I’ve never seen anyone get under your skin like this,” Taehyung points out. “What is it about Min Yoongi?”

If Namjoon knew that, maybe he could get the fuck over it. Maybe it’s Yoongi’s talent, how he looks so effortless owning the stage. Or maybe it’s something else. All Namjoon knows is - “He’s an asshole.”

-OR-

Namjoon has had enough of Min Yoongi. The smug and cocky rapper always seems to know what to say to get under Namjoon’s skin to rile him up. All Namjoon wants is to defeat him, show Yoongi he belongs there so he’ll finally shut up. But then Namjoon finds Yoongi in an alley, beaten and bloody. Helping Yoongi isn’t easy, especially when it forces Namjoon to confront his own demons to find where he really belongs.

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[crystalsnow95z]

I'm pretty sure this is the post my fan requested. I wanted to do it anyway. The requirement was I didn't choose who was the caretaker a non army did, so my aunt chose V. It's a deagu boy fic now. I hope you like it.

Warning: vom!t

I can't remember ever feeling this sick.. Yoongi groans lying on the bathroom floor, unable to get his body to move. He was drenched in sweat, using a towel to try to stay warm. "Everything is spinning.." Yoongi groans in pain, wrapping his arms around his stomach. He felt as if he would be sick again, but he had already emptied all the contents of his stomach earlier. Please stop..It hurts so much..

He pleads with his body, screwing his eyes shut as the dry heaves return. He tries to sit up, but the vertigo hits him hard making him have to lay back down again. Someone..help me.. He prays silently.

Taehyung returns home from hanging out with the Wooga squad, sliding off his shoes, and humming the song that was playing on the radio before he got out.

The sound of Taehyungs voice sparks hope in the ailing Deagu, calling desperately for him, his voice soft and raspy."Taehyungie...Taehyungie.."

Taehyung heard Yoongi's voice coming from the hallway, his voice coming out as a whine. Was that Yoongi's voice? It took him a moment to recognize it, but he knew it was him.

"Hyung?" Taehyung follows the sound, eyes widening when he sees the pathetic state Yoongi was in. "Aigoo...Yoongi.." He moves the hair from Yoongi's forehead, the rapper curled into a tight ball in the middle of the hall.

Yoongi's eyes were glazed with fever, his skin completely drained of all color and glistened with sweat. His body trembled from the effort it took to pick up his head enough to look at his savior. "Taehyungie..You're home..." Yoongi was so relieved to see him, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Yoongi-Hyung, you're burning up.. why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well..? I would've canceled my plans." Taehyung frowns, but doesnt scold him further, focusing his energy on getting Yoongi on the road to recovery.

"Come on let's get you off the floor.." Taehyung pulled Yoongi close to him, helping him to his feet, slightly jumping in surprise when Yoongi gripped his waist tightly. "You startled me.."

"Spinning..." Yoongi murmurs, burying his face in Taehyung's shoulder. His heart raced with fear, the ground feeling like it disappearing from underneath his feet.

"It's okay, I got you. I won't let you fall. Let's get you back to your bed, okay?" Taehyung speaks in a soft, soothing tone. "I could carry you."

Yoongi shook his head, clinging to Taehyung tighter. Don't lift me please, my stomach can't take it...

"Okay.. we will take small steps then.." Taehyung moves slowly, walking backward to Yoongi's room, leading him to his bed. "We need to get your fever down, Yoongi-hyung. Have you taken any medicine?"

"I could only find pain med-" Yoongi was cut off by an attack of dry coughing. It hurts to even breathe let alone cough, please... Yoongi clung to Taehyung, making it hard for both of them to catch a breath.

I have to do something to bring his fever down.. Taehyung rubbed Yoongi's back, not knowing what else he could do to help until Yoongi stopped. Maybe I should call Namjoonie-hyung..I don't know if I can do this on my own.. but he's recording today.. he might not get it..

Taehyung was right. After three phone calls with no answer, he knew he wasn't near his phone. Jimin has his vocal lesson, Jin is visiting his family, J-hope was working on a music video... Everyone is busy..I have to do this myself..

Yoongi's coughs finally subside, making Taehyung relax. "Suga-hyung, I need to cool you down..wait here for me, okay? I'll be right back.."

"No..don't go.." the usually calm rapper wraps his arms tightly around Taehyung's small waist refusing to let him budge.

"Hyung please I'll only be a few minutes, just in the other room. What if I sing the whole time I'm gone so you can hear I'm still with you?" Taehyung tries negotiating for his freedom, stroking Yoongi's hair. "I'll sing tomorrow for you. I just need to try to bring your fever down. I'm not trying to leave you. Promise." He offers his pinkie.

Yoongi loosens his grip after accepting his finger, and Taehyung escapes before he changes his mind.

"Same day, same moon. 24/7, every moment repeats. My life is in between. Jobless twenty-somethings are afraid of tomorrow

It’s funny, you think anything is possible when you’re a kid. When you feel how hard it is to get through a day..."

Taehyung sings while leaving the room, continuing through the song while he fills a bowl with luke-warm water. What he didn't know was hs voice wasn't heard after the water turned on.

He returns to the room and Yoongi looks up at him with tears threatening to fall. Taehyung quickly puts the bowl down, rubbing the rapper's back to soothe him. "Hyung shh..don't cry. I'm here. I'm right here. What's wrong? Are you in pain?"

"I..I couldn't hear yo-you over the water.."Yoongi sobs, grabbing onto the vocalist's hand. Taehyung rubs his thumb across his knuckles.

"I'm sorry, Hyung. I thought I was singing loud enough. I'm here now.. okay? I'm going to be here to take care of you. Shh.. don't cry, please don't cry.." Taehyungs heart raced wildly, guilt churning his stomach as he tries to soothe Yoongi. "I love you hyung. I'd never leave you when you need me."

Yoongi nods, calming down with a few shaky breaths as Taehyung dries his tears with his thumbs.

"Good.. now let's get you in some fresh clothes. You gotta sit up, just until I can get your shirt off." Taehyung helps him sit up, quickly getting his jacket and t-shirt off. "Okay, you can lie down now.." Taehyung leads his head to the pillow, undressing him the rest of the way except his boxers and laying him on his side, sliding the washcloth over Yoongi's body.

"It's cold.." Yoongi complains softly, chills running up his spine.

"I didn't make the water cold, Hyung. Just endure it for me, okay? I'll get you into some warm clothes and cuddle as much as you want. You'll be warm then okay?"

Taehyung gently wipes away all the sweat, saying sweet nothings to soothe him making small circles across his body rewetting the cloth over and over until Yoongi finally stops shivering, redressing him in loose-fitting clothes.

"All done.." He lays next to Yoongi, pulling him to his chest. Yoongi's breathing was labored and littered with little coughs that kept him from being able to relax. I need to get him some medicine.. Taehyung hums softly to him, stroking his hair. "I'll take care of you, Hyung.. Just try to get some rest.."

Right when he thinks Yoongi was about to fall asleep Yoongi sits up abruptly, startling him. "Hyung what's wrong?"

"My stomach hurts..." Yoongi groans, wrapping his arm around it, his stomach felt bloated underneath his arm, gurgling uncomfortably.

"Do you feel like you'll be sick?" Taehyung asks brow furrowing in worry.

Yoongi nods, quickly getting up, nearly falling from another dizzy spell.

"Hyung be careful." Taehyung steadied him. "Do you want me to carry you? Your legs are shaking.."

Yoongi shook his head.I'll get sick all over you..

"Alright, just keep your arms around me. I'll get you there. Okay?'

Yoongi nods lightly and allows Tae to lead him, stopping halfway when the room became fuzzy, leaning heavily on Taehyung. His eyes were open, but he couldn't even make out his feet on the floor.

Taehyung leans against the wall, Yoongi's dead weight becoming heavy. "Hyung.." His voice comes out small, his chest tightening.

Yoongi was afraid to open his mouth, a wet burp escaping. He wanted to keep moving, but his legs refused to obey.

"I got you. We're almost there.."Taehyung holds him until his body becomes lighter again, taking a few more steps before it happens again.

I don't think I can wait until he falls asleep to get medicine. He's getting worse..He's so close to fainting...Taehyung manages to get him to the bathroom where Yoongi ejects nothing but the acid from his stomach into the porcelain bowl. It made his already raw throat burn.

Taehyung helps hold him up, keeping his hands on his waist, hugging him from behind. "Deep breaths hyung.. can you breathe for me?" Taehyungs heart beat loudly against Yoongi's back, feeling overwhelmed by the situation.

Yoongi tried to breathe, but the dry heaves prevented it. I'm going to faint.. my lungs are on fire.. He groaned in pain until his body finally stopped its violent assault, laying his head on Taehyung's knee, the younger member stroking his back lightly as panted, trying to catch his breath.

He had no energy left to fight Taehyung about picking him up. "You need to lay in bed so I can get you something to eat. Throwing up on an empty stomach isn't good.."

"I'm not hungry.." Yoongi says hoarsely, pulling on Taehyung to stop him from leaving. "Please..."

Taehyung sighs, giving in, sitting on the bed, Yoongi wrapping around him."Then at least drink some water okay?" Taehyung reaches for the bottle of water on the table, trying to scoot closer to the table to reach without making Yoongi get up.

"Yoongi-hyung.. I can't reach it, can you let go for just a moment?"

Yoongi reaches for it himself, pressing his weight against Tae to reach it. Taehyung let's out a soft moan. "Hyung please, be careful..That hurts, you're digging your elbow in me.."

"I'm sorry.." He opens the bottle, fumbling the cap onto the floor.

"Here, let me help." Taehyung puts his hand over Yoongi's to steady the bottle so he can drink, taking a few swallows before pulling away.

A violent stream of coughs comes from Yoongi, making Taehyung's heart lurch in his chest. "Yoongi.."

"Hurts.." Yoongi complains when the coughs finally subside, pressing his forehead against Taehyung's chest.

"I know, I know.. I'm trying my best to help.. I need you to try to get some sleep okay..?"

"My head hurts too much.." Yoongi whines into his chest. Even with his face covered, he felt like he was spinning. Stuck on a carnival ride that never ends, letting out a small moan.

"I need to get you some medicine.." Taehyung informs him softly, biting his lip. "But you need to let me-"

"No. Don't leave. Don't leave I'll go to sleep.." Yoongi pleads, tears pricking his eyes.

I'll leave when he falls asleep.. I can't keep putting it off. He's not acting like himself at all and he's so hot.. I can feel myself sweating just from holding him. Fear churned through Taehyung's stomach to see Yoongi acting this way, but he couldn't let that show.

"How about I sing you a lullaby?" Taehyung offers. Yoongi nods, his eyes drooping shut as Taehyung starts singing Winter Bear to him. Jiminie said it helps him sleep.. maybe it'll help Yoongi-hyung.

His song works, Yoongi softly snoring from being so congested. Taehyung squirms off the bed, placing a pillow in his spot. He writes a quick note on a piece of paper placing it on the bed.

I'll be back soon. Just went to the store.

Love, V

When Yoongi wakes up, Taehyung isn't back from the store yet. He bolts up, frantically looking around the room. "Taehyung-ah!Taehyung-ah..!" He calls loudly. "Taehyu-" The shouting caused another breakout of coughing.He left me.. He isn't here.. He wouldn't ignore me calling for him if he was.. Hot tears flow down his cheeks. I was too much for him..I shouldn't have whined so much..now he left me.. Yoongi sobs into the pillow.

Taehyung returns a few minutes later, running into the room when he hears Yoongi hiccuping as he gasps for breath."Yoongi-Ah I'm here..! Don't cry.." He drops the bags onto the floor, pulling Yoongi to him. "I'm right here.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.." He kisses the top of Yoongi's head, trying all he could to console him.

Yoongi holds him so tightly his lungs scream for air. Taehyung doesn't dare complain though, letting his breath be squeezed out of him as long as his hyung calms down.

"I..I thought you..hic..you left me..I..I won..won't be as nee.hic..needy.." Hiccups interrupt his speech.

"I didn't leave because you were being needy. I don't care about that hyung. You can be as needy as you want. I don't mind. I just needed to get you some medicine. See? Look.. I left you a note.." Taehyung hands him the scrap of paper.

Reading it gave Yoongi some comfort, knowing that he planned to return to him. "I'm sorry..i..i..hic..can't stop crying.." Yoongi sniffled trying to stop his snot from dripping into his mouth. Taehyung uses his sleeve swiping it across Yoongi's nose.

"Shh..shhh it's okay..I'm not going to leave you anymore.. I promise.. I'll stay right in this room if that's what you want." Taehyung strokes Yoongi's back, continuing to say sweet nothings until he finally calmed down.

"Yoongi, I just need to go right there, okay? Can you let go for just a minute?" Taehyung points to the bags, spilled across the floor. "I just want to get you feeling better. I love you hyung.. I don't want you hurting."

"Okay.." Yoongi sniffles, rolling off of Taehyung onto his back. Taehyung goes to the floor to get the contents of the shopping bag. "Here it is." He brings the medicine and some crackers to the bed. "Do you think you can stomach some crackers. You shouldn't take medicine with it empty."

Yoongi's face is all the answer Taehyung needs. He reads the box, relaxing. "Doesn't say you must take it with food. It's okay." He pours the liquid into the cup and puts it by his mouth. "Here, take it quickly. You can wash it down with this.." Taehyung gestures to the mineral water he bought.

Yoongi takes it like a shot, face screwing up from the taste. Taehyung puts the bottle to Yoongi's lips, letting him drink it.

"Taehyung...?" Yoongi speaks softly.

"What is it?" Taehyung reaches for the rag, wiping some of the sweat off of Yoongi's brow.

"I love you.." yoongi says leaning into him. "I'm sorry for being such a baby..."

"I love you too..Hey Yoongi.. why don't take a bath...?" Taehyung suggests, feeling his own skin getting heat rashes from the overly warm rapper.

"A bath...?" Yoongi looks up at him.

"Yes.. You're already soaked in sweat again.. we need to try to cool you down.." Taegyung dabs the sweat off of his neck. "I'll stay with you the whole time.."

"In the bath..?" Yoongi asks, blinking up at him.

"If that's what you want.." Taehyung blushes at the thought. You really aren't well.. He hardly ever saw Yoongi fully unclothed. He helps Yoongi to his feet, feeling him sway in his arms. i'll have to move the bed closer to the door so he doesn't have to take so many steps..

"We're almost there..." Taehyung says soothingly, holding him closely as they walk. "I won't let you fall.."

"Dizzy.." yoongi murmurs, gripping Taehyung tightly. It felt like he was walking on air, his vision unclear with yellow haze. "Tae.."

"I know.. I'll get you taken care of, okay?" Taehyung gently sets him on the floor. Yoongi scrambles to the toilet, the water he drank coming back up.

Taehyung plugs up the bathtub and then starts filling it up with room temperature water. He quickly sits behind Yoongi, letting him lean against him when the bile stops coming up his throat.

"Let's get you cooled off okay?" Taehyung takes off Yoongi's shirt that tries to cling to his body from the sweat.

"But it's cold Hyung.." yoongi whines.

"I'm not..." Taehyung shakes his head. (He's confused..) "I know you feel cold, but you're burning up. I promise I'm only trying to help. Just trust me, okay?"

Yoongi nods, allowing Tae to undress him, then Taehyung undresses himself, except his boxers. He gently leads Yoongi to sit on the ledge of the tub, holding him up with one hand and gently lowering himself with the other. Yoongi gets in on his own, practically tumbling into Taehyung, now chest to chest.

"C-cold.." Yoongi complains, clinging to Taehyung, his body trembling against his.

"I know, I know.. You'll get used to the water.. I'll wash you up quickly.." Taehyung could smell the sick on him, making his nose scrunch up. Taehyung reaches for a cup at the side of the tub. "I'm going to wet your hair okay? Don't be scared.." He fills the cup with water and dumps it on Yoongi's head, using his hand to cover Yoongi's eyes.

"Cold.." yoongi whimpers teeth chattering.

"I know, baby, I know. I'll be quick." Taehyung gets his hair wet enough to add the shampoo, massaging it gently into his scalp. "Now, just gotta rinse it out." Taehyung presses Yoongi closer to his chest to try to protect his eyes from the soap, dumping water on his head."Don't move.. don't move.." Taehyung frets, getting the soap out of his hair. "That's it.. Almost done."

He could feel Yoongi start relaxing against him as he gently washes him, gently scrubbing his back to get all the sweat off. "Don't fall asleep in the bath.. okay? Stay up for me.. just a bit longer.."

"Mm'kay.." Yoongi says sleepily, clinging to his chest. "mm..up Hyung.."

"Yoongi-yah..Stay awake.. I'm almost done.." Taehyung rolls him onto his back to wash his chest, giving him a gentle kiss on the temple. "You've cooled down a bit.." He says with a deep sigh a small smile crossing his lips when he sees Yoongi's sleepily blinking up at him. "You're so cute.. Let's get you dried off now.. can you stand up for me?" Taehyung leads Yoongi to his feet, but he was nothing but dead weight. "I said not to sleep, Hyung.." he blows in his ear, getting his eyes to flutter back open.

"Mm..wake.." Yoongi murmurs.

No matter how difficult this may be.. I'll get you feeling better..Taehyung slowly steps out of the water, helping Yoongi get out and wrapping him in a bathrobe, then himself.

"I'm so tired..." Yoongi whines softly. Taehyung quickly, towel dries Yoongi's hair to stop it from dripping. "Stop..I want to sleep..."

Taehyung obeys, not wanting to upset him further. It was dry enough. "Let's get you back to bed then. Here, get on my back, okay?" Taehyung pulls him onto his back, Yoongi wrapping his arms around his neck, almost choking from the tight grip of Yoongi. "Hyung..."

When he walks back to his room, he hears his phone vibrating. He quickly answers when he sees Namjoon finally got his text after getting him and Yoongi settled back on the bed.

"Tae is Yoongi okay? I'm coming back now." Namjoon doesn't give him the time to say hello.

"I'm doing my best.. he finally started cooling down..but he's not doing well at all..I need help..I'm way over my head..I don't know what else I can do.. he can't even hold down water.." Taehyung speaks softly, not wanting to wake the sleeping Yoongi laying on his chest.

"Taehyungie, take a deep breath.. Everything will be okay. If he's really that sick, we can get him to a hospital. We will get him taken care of. You did a good job on your own, l know how hard it must've been to see him like that.. I'm proud of you." Namjoon's words melted Taehyung's stress away. He kisses Yoongi on the top of the head. "Help is on the way..then I won't have to leave you until you feel better.." He whispers to Yoongi.

Yoongi just cuddles closely, softly snoring making Taehyung smile.

Give me Yoongi with a flu so bad he needs his caretaker's help just to walk to the bathroom. The caretaker even pushes his bed as close as possible to the bathroom door because the short walk would have him so dizzy they'd have to pause a few times on the way there. He doesn't have it in him to shower so his caretaker has to wipe his burning skin with a wet rag to relieve him of all the sickness and sweat. That is until they eventually decide that Yoongi really needs a bath and they get in the tub together chest-to-chest so Yoongi can cling to them for comfort, face buried in the caretaker's neck while the caretaker gently washes Yoongi's hair and rubs his back. And the fever makes Yoongi so delirious and clingy that he finds himself on the verge of tears whenever his caretaker isn't right there beside him in bed to cuddle up to and steal body heat from. Even when the caretaker is just gone to the kitchen to get him more tea and soup so he can take his meds, Yoongi in his fevered haze is convinced that they've abandoned him and left him to suffer all alone. After the first time, when the caretaker came back from the store to find Yoongi fully sobbing and hiccuping because "you-u left m-me", they make sure not to leave his side for too long again, always reassuring the sick emotional boy of their presence with gentle touches and soft words.

[min-yunki-agustd]

FALLING FOR YOU chapter: 5

~sope series~

Doctor Min and sickie hosoek

Hoseok keeps in touch with his doctor. The more they communicate the more feelings he has.

Tw: lots of fluff, In correct medical terms, mentions of emeto, adult language

previous chapter: the hospital chapter 4

Word count: 3,815

❝ you're not burdening me, my love. taking care of you is my responsibility. ❞

❝ you're perfect the way you are. ❞

❝ don't worry, I'll be here when you're awake. ❞

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Hoseok was finally home free. Dr. Min stayed by his side the entire time. Whenever he needed something he'd get it for hoseok, if there was a problem he would find a solution. Dr. Min also gave hoseok company. He'd talk with him about his experience as a doctor and a med student. Hoseok liked to hear the doctor talk about his life, in the short time he had known him he noticed Dr. Min didn't really share much of his personal life. Hoseok hoped to learn more. Once the Dr. released hoseok, yoongi was quick to offer hoseok a ride home. He knew for a fact that the medication Dr. brown gave him was quite strong. Far too strong to drive while having. He knew from prescribing it to many of his patients that it can make a person very drowsy. He also knew that taking it incorrectly can make the patient feel worse or heighten symptoms. The nurse gave hoseok the newly prescribed medication with his last meal before he was let go. Hosoek was starting to feel it now as he tried gathering his things. The medication sat heavy in his stomach along with the meal he had. It helped a lot with the pain in his stomach but he could feel the effects of it in his body. Hoseok yawned approximately for times as he was gathering his clothes into his bag, along with his charger and watch. yoongi counted in his head. All the more reason for yoongi to drive he thought.

Hoseok changed into new clothes. Once finished Dr. Min grabbed his things as well and began to walk towards the front of the hospital with hoseok. Once they reach Dr. Min's car hoseok stops. This catches yoongi attention and he stops as well. Hoseok felt a wave of guilt. The man had been helping him all day and all night for several days now and he's still helping him get home. Hoseok realizes that Dr. Min had taken a lot of time out of his day to help hoseok get better. " are you sure you want to drive me home. I can get a uber or I can call my neighbor up and ask for a ride. I just feel like a burden, you spent so much time helping me." yoongi looked at hoseok eyes he really wanted to help him but hoseok was feeling burdened all because of his help. yoongi really didn't mind helping the other. He just wanted him safe. No other reason. He told himself. Yoongi speaks up. " You're not burdening me, taking care of you is my responsibility as your doc-." "But your not my doctor?" " Mrs. Browns my doctor now. Hoseok blurted out. He felt bad immediately after. He felt rude for saying that. He was being rude to the person who's shown him so much care. But there just had to be a reason as to why yoongi was willing to help him so many times and for so long.

yoongi kinda snapped and got defensive. He knew hoseok wasn't dumb and that yoongi was more than a doctor helping out a patient. yoongi feared that it was more than that so he snapped. " your right! I'm not your doctor but I am A doctor. This means I can't just watch idly by when someone needs help. I couldn't help you figure out why you were feeling so bad but, I thought the least I could do is make sure you got home safe and wasn't feeling so bad. " yoongi looks to the ground feeling a bit bad that he let himself get a bit heated. " if you still want a ride I'm happy to give you one. I just really think you should ride with me so I can monitor you while you are on that medication. It's quite strong yoongi adds" yoongi made up an excuse to stay and take care of the other. " monitor?" hoseok says looking confused. " it's really strong, I've prescribed it to another patient before who hasn't had very good reactions to it. That's why when I met you I proscribed a much safer kind of medication." "I'm sorry," hoseok says looking gloomy. he put a hand on his stomach it was feeling odd again. " that was extremely rude of me. I know you're just trying to make sure I get better, and that you care a lot....... as a doctor." hoseok looks up to doctor min as he says the last sentence.

I'll take that ride." yoongi looks up. It's ok. They both hop inside the car and close the doors behind them. The first few minutes of the drive were dead silent. the only noise was the hum of the engine. Hoseok doesn't know if it was the little argument he started, the new meds, or the excessive bumps and potholes on the road but it all starts to take a toll on his stomach. They get on the highway. Dr. min drives faster. hoseok begins to feel sick. He doesn't dare look out the window. They're driving too fast and the blurry sight makes him feel worse. He keeps his head in his hands. He can feel the food shift around in his stomach. He hopes that he can just wait it out and just puke in the comfort of his own home if he has to. The feeling gets worse as Dr. MIn picks up the pace to go around a slow-driving car. Hoseok takes one of his hands and grasps the doors handle when the car jostles. His stomach isn't handling the movement well. He has to force down burps that come up each time his stomach jostles. He starts breathing roughly threw his nose, it doesn't help much in keeping him calm. His mouth begins to water. he's got to speak up or he'd make a mess in the incredibly clean car. Before he can even get the words out Dr. Min speaks out. Yoongi was lost in thought. He was upset at the conversation they had before leaving. He kept focused on the road as he thought. He was confused about his feelings for hoseok. He was mostly upset at himself for letting himself get angry and snapping at hoseok. Even if it's because he hasn't been geting much sleep lately. He had no excuse. He glanced over at hoseok. hoseoks hands were covering his face. yoongi watched as hoseok moved one hand from his face to the car's handle. " you ok?" Dr. Min asked in curiosity. Is your stomach giving you some trouble? " yoongi says looking back and forth between the sickly boy and the road. " actually..." hosoek starts. I'm not feeling very well. I think I need to stop." yoongi was confused for a moment. A little light bulb popped out of his head and he realized what the other man meant.

he quickly brought down his speed slowly and found a place to pull over. Hoseok was minutes away from puking but he swallowed back not wanting to make a mess. Swallowing only made it come back up faster. He moved his hand from coving his face and held his mouth instead. Yoongi was alarmed at how sick the boy felt so fast. He knew it wasn't a good idea to give him such a strong medication. This is exactly why he didn't proscribe it to him he thought. Yoongi makes it over to a patch of grass. Hoseok pulls on the handle that he's been holding onto so tightly. He steps out of the car and bends over the grass. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth. Sick he'd held captive in his mouth feel to the green grass. Another round came up. This time splattering, creating a puddle on the ground. He tries slowing down and taking a breath, but his body doesn't allow it. Causing him to bring up round after round. He felt energy leaving his body. He finally stops. He feels dizzy from vomiting so fast. His hands shake as he guides himself to the ground. He fells a calm hand on his back. It soothes him. Yoongi bends down closer. Hoseok seems to be enjoying the hand on his back. Hosoek sits back on his knees and tries to take in air into his lungs. He points his face up trying to escape the awful smell in front of him.

" Sorry, I feel much better now. " hoseok puffed out. hosoek moves his body further away from the puddle. He sits down and pulls his knees closer to his chest as he tries to catch his breath. Yoongi sits beside him. yoongi rubs his back and arm. " what happened?" yoongi asked. " I was a little carsick is all. It happens sometimes. I'm sorry I should have mentioned it." hoseok says in between breaths. " no, it's not your fault, I should have driven a bit slower. I just was lost in thought and got carried away." hoseok finally caught his breath. he stayed silent after Dr. Min's last sentence. He didn't feel like talking he still felt like a burden. He rested his head on his knees holding them together with his arms and staring at Dr. Min with his deep brown eyes. Hoseok was so tired he could fall asleep right where he sat. especially with the Dr. rubbing his back. He couldn't explain it, it was just so soothing. Hosoek yawns, and rubs his eyes. " we should get you home you're probably super tired after that." yoongi says rising to his feet. " no no let's go get some food first. " hoseok says still sitting on the ground. " really I owe you for all your help. " hoseok says geting up from the ground. " I thought you weren't feeling very well," yoongi says confused. " I'm doing much better throwing up helped a lot. Hoseok was lying. He still felt sick to his stomach and motion sickness usually lingered with him until he takes time to rest. I promise I was just a little motion sick." yoongi looks skeptical. " come on, please? I'm sure you are hungry, I haven't seen you eat very much. It's on me" he couldn't eat much when he was stressed yoongi thought." he'd been stressing over hosoek at the hospital. Plus he just hates the food there he always packs a lunch before going to work.

"fine" Dr. Min says, " only if you get yourself water where ever we eat."

"yay, hosoek says as he walks to the passenger seat of the car. They drive over and hoseok picks out his favorite restaurant. They sat at a table. The waitress asked what they would be having. They both looked at the menu. Hoseok wasn't hungry but he wanted to prove to the Dr. that he was doing better and that he didn't have to worry about himself. He ordered his usual. he'd regret that later. Dr. min noticed that they were serving one of his favorite meals and he ordered, that. Once their meals arrive Dr. Min chows down. He didn't realize just how hungry he was until he started eating. The food was great. Hoseok was trying hard not to seem suspicious. He had to force each fork full of his meal down. Each bite sat heavy in his stomach. He began to sweat. He was having an extremely hard time eating. He felt an extremely strong wave of nausea and quickly gulped down water. Yoongi saw and laughed a little bit. " you must be very thirsty." Yoongi calls the waiter over to get hoseok a refill of water. Hosoek really wishes Dr. Min didn't. He had to force the second cup down not wanting to cause any suspicion. He felt his stomach rage against the water.

He felt it coming back up his throat. He excused himself from the table. " Sorry, doc I'm gonna head to the bathroom a moment." Hosoek got up quickly and went off to the bathroom. Luckily this is his favorite restaurant so he knew exactly where it was. He pushed threw the door. it was relatively empty to his luck. He found the cleanest stall and waited for hell to break loose. Yoongi didn't think much of hoseok's disappearance. He just sat quietly and at his food. Hoseok wipes sweat from his face after he threw up his undigested meal. He stood hunched over the toilet waiting for another round. He felt terrible. He threw up another round and managed to gain control over his stomach. The dizziness was far stronger than before. He cleaned up and left the bathroom. A terrible bout of dizziness and nausea hit him outside the bathroom. He felt like he could tip over from the dizziness. He sat down outside the bathroom on a bench. He waited for the feeling to pass. As he waited he could feel pain rise in his stomach. He looked at his watch. The meds must have been wearing off. It's time to take another dosage. He had to tell Dr. Min but couldn't get up. With all the pain and dizziness he could get himself to move.

Thirty mins when by. Yoongi was geting very worried. He wants to give the man privacy but he feared something happened. The Image of hosoek limp body that night he found him popped into his head. He swiftly got up. Alarming those around him who were eating. Yoongi walked till he found a waiter and asked where the bathroom was. The waiter pointed to a back wall that lead to another area. He quickly walked to the area. Anxiety puts fearful thoughts into his brain. He was about to walk straight past hosoek but he saw him from the corner of his eye. Hosoek looked down and he had a hand on his stomach. Dr. Min put a hand on his back. " hoseok, let's go get your meds and take you home." hoseok didn't protest as yoongi threw and his arm over his shoulder and guided him out of the loud restaurant. Hoseok felt weak as he walked. But pushed on anyway wanting to get home. Yoongi took hosoek to the pharmacy market and got his medication. Yoongi drove carefully as he took hoseok home. When they reached hoseok house it was late in the afternoon. Hoseok was weak, tired, and nauseous, and his stomach hurt. He explained to yoongi when hoseok was home. yoongi sat hoseok down on hosoek's couch. yoongi took water out of hoseok's fridge. he pulled crackers out of his cabinet and gave the items to hoseok as he administered the meds. "Here," yoongi says. " take these.." Hoseok does as the doctor asks. He helps hosoek lay down in bed and get comfortable. " alright Mr. Jung." "thank you so much for the lunch I really appreciate it. I really do hope you start to feel better.

Yoongi walks toward the door. "wait. Please. " hoseok exclaims. " I know you're probably tired but please please don't leave me alone." Hoseok didn't want to be left alone with his thoughts and with how terrible he is feeling. Yoongi looked sadden. It's the first time hoseok sees him so sad. Hoseok knew he was being selfish again. "please." hoseok says eyes watering. Yoongi was extremely tired. But his feeling for hoseok overcame the way he was feeling. hoseok was so kind to him even through his sickness. Yoongi was beyond only wanting to help or feeling bad for him because he was so sick. Hoseok had something that he couldn't describe. He brighten yoongi's mood and it made yoongi want to stay around him. yoongi silently let go of the door handle. yoongi simply can't resist. "ok, I'll stay yoongi says walking up to hoseok who lies on the bed. He asked hoseok, what happened at the restaurant. be honest." yoongi says sitting on the edge of hosoek bed and the furthest end. yoongi was tired of standing he just wanted somewhere to sit. " I felt nauseous. that's why I went to the bathroom. I threw up a few times and I felt my stomach begin to hurt as I tried to exit. Which is why I was sitting on the bench." both of them were silent. hoseok was feeling bad for being caught in a lie. He felt the need to explain himself. " I just wanted you to know I was geting better but it got worse. "Jung.... you really scared me." He felt his voice wobble. I worry about you a lot. a lot more than my other patients" yoongi scoffs and hoseok laughs a bit. I've been giving you a lot of trouble, haven't I?" " yes, you have " yoongi says bluntly. hoseok laughs.

Yoongi thought the mood was geting lighter after the joke he made but hoseok burst into tears. " I'm really sorry Dr. Min. I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have lied to a doctor." yoongi leans a little closer to hoseok. " hoseok don't you ever say that about yourself. You're perfect the way you are. you are not stupid." hoseok blushed and looked down. yoongi's hand was on top of his again. Yoongi saw and moved his hand away. why did he keep doing that he thought? An awkward silence fell. yoongi kept the other company as hoseok lay in his bed sleeping. Yoongi's body was hurt. His back was killing him and it was night outside. " hoseok? yoongi says softly, his voice sounding sleepy. I'm gonna go lay on your couch." yoongi whispers. Sleepy hoseok looks at Dr. Min. " don't worry I'll be here when you wake up I'm not leaving. " Yoongi was absolutely exhausted he hand to lay down." Hoseok lays back as yoongi leaves the room. Yoongi settles onto hoseoks couch. He took a look at the door, it was still busted. He felt his eyelids get heavy as he fell asleep. Shivering as he slept.

An hour into yoongi's sleep He hears someone call his name.

hoseok couldn't stay asleep knowing Dr. min was on his couch. Dr. min has done so much for him. He went from a night of no sleep. To two nights sleeping in the chair of a hospital room. He felt bad that Dr. Min barely even got any sleep. So, He got up. He sees yoongi sleeping on the couch. He calls out to him. Dr. Min, he whispers. Yoongi turns over in his sleep. Hoseok calls again. He walks over to the sleeping doctor. He looks so small curled up on the couch. Dr. Min, whispers, Come sleep in my bed, it is more comfortable. I feel bad for making you sleep here. Yoongi felt hoseoks soft hand touch his shoulder. Yoongi felt like he was in a vivid dream. He thought he was in a dream. Surely this couldn't be real. hoseok guided the small man to his room. Yoongi couldn't feel himself climb in he was just there somehow. everything around him was hazy and dreamlike. Yoongi eyes are hard to keep open as he watches hoseok enter the bed and face him. They stayed apart, but somehow they got closer and closer as they slept. Yoongi opened his eyes and he was in the dream-like state again. He was laying on his side and hoseok was too in front of him. Yoongi took his arms and wrapped them around Hosoek. Thinking that if this is a dream he might as well make the best of it. Everything felt so real. Hoseok's soft breath rose and fell with his warm body against his own.

Yoongi didn't want to let go so he didn't. The last thing yoongi felt in his sleepy mind was hoseok grasping onto yoongi holding him back. hoseok was engulfed in warmth. He can't believe Dr. Min is actually laying here with him. though it was exciting he felt somehow extremely calm. Being here, with Dr. Min, he didn't feel sad. he didn't feel lonely about his friends and family being out of town. IN yoongi's arms he felt safe. They rested well threw the night. So did yoongi. He hadn't slept with someone in years now. Just to hold someone and feel their warmth made yoongi's heart feel indescribable. Hoseok held on to Dr. Min as he slept not ever wanting to let go. Dr. Min was allowing himself to be vulnerable and sleep with him. Maybe this was the start of something new hoseok thought. This is the sweetest dream yoongi has ever had. A bright light hits yoongi's eyes directly making him blink. His mind was groggy. He felt pins and needles in his arm. It was under something. Yoongi opened his eyes wide and sat up quickly. his heart was racing. He thought he was dreaming of laying with hoseok he didn't know it was real. This startles hoseok awake. Hoseok stares at yoongi as yoongi quickly gets up from the bed. Yoongi slides on his shoes he doesn't even recall taking them off. " Dr. Min?" hoseok says yoongi doesn't respond. Yoongi makes a move for the door but feels tightness around his wrist. "wait ? tell me what's wrong" hoseok thought Dr. liked this, being with him what changed? was he mistaken?"

"THIS!" yoongi says angrily. Angry that he let himself get comfortable. angry that he let hoseok see his true feelings. yoongi quiets down his voice this time when he speaks. "This is wrong hosoek.." hoseok can feel his eyes well up. "you. were. my patient, I could be fired for this. I shouldn't have let myself get carried away. " Yoongi grabs his things and storms off yoongi closes the door to hoseoks apartment. He walked to his car feeling intense anger and grogginess. What was wrong with him he thought. Hosoek lays back down on his bed for the rest of the day. He doesn't eat. He doesn't sleep. he just lays there crying looking at the ceiling. He stays that way until nightfall. He doesn't hear from yoongi again. Yoongi is extremely upset. lots of emotions run threw his head as he drives home. when he gets there he drops his bag and sits on the floor. He curls into a ball and puts his hands in his hair. Anxiety runs threw his body. He yelled at hoseok. the same person that has been so nice to him. The person who was taken to the hospital a few days before. The person that felt like a dream in his arms literally a few minutes ago The person he broke a door for and could have gotten in trouble for being around. He did it anyway all cause he wanted to know hoseok was safe. He wanted to be there for hoseok. Yoongi sat and thought for a really long time. He came to the conclusion that he can no longer fight his feeling for hoseok, he found it to be pointless and only hurt the other. He couldn't imagine himself not being around hoseok. but he knows he hurt him. He knew hoseok felt something too no matter how hard yoongi tried to avoid and ignore it.

Yoongi thought long and hard all day about the situation. he came to a final conclusion. He has to fix things. If he's going to keep this thing he has between hoseok he should do it right.

Yoongi picked up his phone and sends a text to hoseok...

yoongi texts hoseok.

Dr. Min: hoseok can we talk in person?

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Beers, and Bleachers, and Kisses

SYNOPSIS: Music major Min Yoongi has always had the hugest crush on popular jock Kim Taehyung, but when out of no where, Taehyung asks him out on a date to the homecoming game, Yoongi goes a little above and beyond to, you know, impress him. Cue drunken antics like kissing and lots of barfing.

A/N: inspired by a true story that a friend told me. the gif has nothing to do with the story, just loved all of yoongi’s looks in the comeback teaser and have watched it like a thousand times now.

TW/// emeto and drinking way too much alcohol

THE STORY

Yoongi has had his eyes set on Taehyung for quite some time now.

Taehyung, the star child, infamous athlete, the boy carrying the school’s legacy on his back. Yoongi can’t help but to be enamored by the boy because out of all the assholes at this school that are prideful with their heads in their own ass, he’s the only one that actually has the right to be an asshole.

Don’t get Yoongi wrong, no one should be an asshole, but at least Taehyung has the looks and the talent to back it up. But Taehyung is actually the complete and total opposite. Yes, he hangs with some of the jocks like Park Seojoon, Park Hyungsik, Jeon Jeongguk, Kim Seokjin, and Park Jimin, but Taehyung has this air about him that emanates hope and love.

Here’s the other thing:

He’s really fucking smart. Truly. He’s the only dweeb of the athlete crowd that constantly gets straight A’s. And that’s not all.

One day, Yoongi was off to class, books and assignments in hand when one day, he gets the wind knocked out of him, his papers flying in a whirlwind, his glasses now askew.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going dude.” A gruff voice says, and suddenly, Yoongi feels so small, like his entire world has shattered and he feels nauseous with embarrassment. He doesn’t want to look at who pushed him because he knows he’ll be stricken with fear and he really doesn’t need to come to terms with the audience that has surrounded him and his perpetrator.

“Hey, back off, he didn’t do anything wrong.” That deep, velvet clad voice says. Yoongi’s heartbeat quickens, the feeling pulsating throughout his entire body.

Kim Taehyung stands there, hair flowing in the non existent wind like the hero in a k drama, having come to his aid in the midst of a dire situation. Yoongi couldn’t help it then, the way his heart overflowed with the utmost love and respect.

Yoongi had it bad.

And so you could imagine how Yoongi felt when Taehyung had asked him out to the homecoming game. The athlete had the audacity to look all nervous and shy, his head ducked and his cheeks glazed with pink. It was far too much for Yoongi to handle and let him tell it, he still thinks it’s a prank.

But Yoongi was over the moon, and he did NOT take almost three hours to pick out his outfit... promise. With his sandy blonde curls, cherry glazed lips and eyelids smeared delicately with a bit of gold, Yoongi was so ready to blow Taehyung away.

Taehyung was waiting for him at the entryway to the stadium, like he had promised, tickets in hand and a boxy smile on his face. When he notices that Yoongi is approaching, his face drops, his eyes widen. His jaw goes slack and it looks like the entire universe has made a home in his eyes. Yoongi can’t help but to blush.

“Woah... hyung you look... woah.”

Yoongi giggles, not used to such attention and definitely not used to it coming from someone so fucking beautiful and kind. That was the most important part for Yoongi. That Taehyung was kind.

“Uhh... you should close your mouth before... you know, flies?” Yoongi tries to play it cool but, he clearly can’t even do that right when his use of lingo just fades away into the night. But Taehyung must find it cute, (Yoongi hopes he does) as he just throws his head back with a laugh and hands Yoongi over his ticket.

“Here, the others are waiting for us.”

Yoongi raises a brow. Others? He had hoped that it was just the two of them but, Yoongi can’t be picky. Never in a million years did he think someone like Taehyung would be into someone like him. So he’ll take this one in stride.

They walk side by side up the steps and into the bleachers, finding spots next to all of Taehyung’s jock friends. This game was for the junior varsity team and Taehyung and his friends belonged to the major team? The other division? Yoongi didn’t really give a shit. He just knows that this was the team lower in rank and that it was a home game. Either way, he was with Taehyung, and that’s kind of all that matters.

Beside them are Jimin and Jungkook who, can’t seem to get their hands off of one another. Next to them, are Seokjin, Namjoon and Hoseok, people that Yoongi has seen around before but, has never really interacted with until now.

“Guys, this is Yoongi hyung, Yoongi hyung, meet Jimin, Jungkook, Joon-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, and Jin-hyung. Jimin, Jungkook and Hyung are on the same team with me. Namjoon-hyung and Hoseok-hyung are just our friends.”

“Wow, thanks for making it sound like we don’t do shit.” Namjoon teases. Yoongi smiles, offering them a kind nod and sighing with content in his seat. It isn’t long before Taehyung ducks his hands into his bag, pulling out two cans of beer and handing one to Yoongi stealthily.

“Want one? No one really says anything unless you make it a big deal. Plus, you’re older than me right? So you must be over twenty one.”

Yoongi’s nose crinkles as he finds this endearing, that Taehyung has thought about this so carefully. Granted, Yoongi doesn’t really drink but, if he says no, he risks looking lame as fuck and that is the last thing he wants to do right now. Especially when things are going so well.

“Sure, hand me another one while you’re at it. Beer doesn’t do shit for me.” Yoongi lies, easy. Taehyung’s brows raise, his smile widening, clearly impressed. He hands Yoongi the two cans like he asked and the older boy throws them back as if it’s no sweat off his back. Taehyung can’t help but to give him the side eye, his lips quirked are the corners as he bites his lip, very intrigued by how badass Yoongi is.

But unbeknownst to him, Yoongi had made the biggest mistake.

Halfway into the game, Yoongi had already had four beers, and not only was his vision hazy, but he could barely hear anything, all of the sounds of the world blurring together and invading his eardrums with a fuzzy sound. Along with the dissipation of his senses, comes a newfound courage that he did not ask for.

“Y’know Taehyung? I was real’ surprised when you asked me out, y’know? Because you’re just so fuckin’ gorgeous and I’m... not...” Yoongi giggles sadly, truly meaning what he says even though he’s drunk out of his mind.

But Taehyung seems to take offense to his words, quickly snatching up the other boy’s hand and holding it tight.

“I have no idea what the hell youre talking about hyung. You are so... beautiful, and believe it or not... but I’ve been wanting to ask you out for some time now?”

There it is again, Taehyung’s nerves as clear as day. Yoongi, so drunk that the world is spinning around him, can’t help but to find it so adorable that he just giggles, and giggles, and giggles. His fingers curl by his mouth in the most adorable fashion and his eyes crinkle as he laughs. Taehyung’s gaze softens, and with the new look, comes his tan cheeks turning a sweet shade of pink.

“You’re too... you’re too nice Tae...” Yoongi murmurs, clearly stricken by the others words as his heart swells in his chest. He leans in, intertwining both of their hands now and allowing their noses to brush. “You should kiss me now... I’ve been wanting you to kiss me for a long time.”

Taehyung gasps at Yoongi’s bluntness but, nonetheless, has been waiting for this moment just as well. Taehyung leans inward, tilting his head so that their lips can slot perfectly together. Yoongi takes no time to hesitate as his lips move with the kiss, deepening it and allowing Taehyung’s tongue to mingle with his own. It’s hard not to laugh into the kiss because it’s so much more perfect than he could have ever imagined. And yes, Taehyung tastes like cheap beer and pocket mints, but he also tastes sweet and full of bright, hopeful dreams. The others pay them no mind as the two make out shamelessly in the bleachers of a college football game (talk about cliches) and Yoongi wouldn’t have it any other way.

The game is over when everyone in the bleachers retires for the night. Taehyung’s friends send him playful winks and teasing kissy faces as they depart, and Yoongi can’t help but to blush as he’s left alone with the jock he’s dreamed about.

But that’s not the only reason why his cheeks are flushed.

Yoongi feels sick, like, really sick. The world is still spinning but it isn’t as fun anymore, and an overwhelming sensation of nausea floods his entire body, making him hot all over as his lids droop and his mouth fills with saliva.

Taehyung kisses his cheek, still not aware of what’s happening.

“Do you want to... come to my dorm for a bit? We can watch movies or something? I also have food in the fridge that I can cook for us to last us the night. All the dining halls are closed so—”

“Taehyung?”

The jock in question closes his mouth, his brows furrowing as he intakes Yoongi’s pale and shaky state. “Hyung? Baby, are you okay?”

Yoongi can’t even swoon over the pet name as his stomach gurgles in protest.

“I-I... I think m’ gonna be sick...” Yoongi mumbles as his cheeks puff out against a sickly burp. He presses his fist to his mouth, his eyes squeezing shut as he tries so desperately not to puke in front of his crush??? Boyfriend??? It’s too early to tell but, if Yoongi vomits, this might be the end of it all.

“Ahhh.... shit.” Taehyung jumps to his feet, scanning the bleachers for something that Yoongi can be sick in. Thankfully, he swipes up a plastic bag that had been discarded holding who knows what.

He opens the bag beneath Yoongi’s chin, saliva already dangling from his lip as the crinkling of plastic resonates through the cold fall air. The wind does nothing to soothe Yoongi’s burning hot skin.

“Tae... m’ stomach...” Yoongi groans, the nausea followed by a dull ache that only makes him sicker. Taehyung pouts with sympathy.

“Just... get it up baby... you’ll feel better soon.”

Yoongi doesn’t hear the last of Taehyung’s words as his shoulders roll with a guttural burp, a thick wave of vomit clattering into the bag and nearly filling it up halfway. Yoongi heaves, more chunky puke nearly the same color as the beer he drank creating a small pool into the bag and weighing it down. Taehyung barely manages to keep it together.

He grabs at Yoongi’s other hand for help in holding the back, and with one hand now free, he brushes back Yoongi’s soft, light brown fringe, hissing through his teeth as Yoongi’s stomach clenches visibly beneath his jacket. More puke spurts from Yoongi’s lips, the bag overflowing with his vomit and soaking Taehyung’s fingers. The jock bites back a grimace as his eyes scan the bleachers in a panic for another makeshift puke bucket. He ends up finding nothing and resorts to dumping the bag to the grass below, opting for a wet but empty piece of plastic.

“Let it out baby, everything’s gonna be okay.”

Meanwhile, Yoongi is living through his worst nightmare.

Not only is his stomach a hot mess, but he’s not so drunk that he doesn’t realize what’s happening. After this, Taehyung will no longer want to speak to him again, let alone see him in class.

How disgusting can he be?

“T-Tae... I’m... I’m-blech.”

Yoongi gurgles out a few mouthfuls of vomit, his stomach convulsing as he continues to puke up nothing but bile and saliva. Taehyung rubs calm, soothing circles in his back as his spine curves from the force of his puking, his eyes wet and overflowing with unshed tears.

“Don’t speak hyung, just get it all out first.”

Yoongi whines, a few tears falling as he coughs wetly into the bag that isn’t nearly as full as it was before. Yoongi gags helplessly as nothing more comes up, but his head continues to hang low, unable to face Taehyung at the moment.

But once Taehyung realizes that Yoongi must be done he ties up the bag and wipes his sticky hands on his jeans, reaching into his bag for a few towelletes that his mother had given him before he left off to school. The package hasn’t even been opened, as Taehyung never thought he would have to use them, until now.

“Here hyung, you can wipe your mouth with... hyung, baby why are you crying?”

Yoongi sniffles, more tears escaping him as he descends further and further into the realms of never ending embarrassment. Yoongi is so ashamed that he doesn’t even think he can speak right now, let alone think of something useful to say.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry... I’m so gross and I just wanted to impress you and make you think that I drink all the time when really I’ve only had wine and never enough to actually make myself drunk and I was so surprised when you asked me out that I thought it might be a joke and now I’m really hoping it was because I know you probably hate me now and I’m just... I’m so sorry Taehyung...”

Taehyung’s jaw has dropped, his face etched with incredible disbelief.

“A... a joke? Hyung, I wasn’t joking when I asked you out. I did it because I actually like you and... I’m sad that you thought you had to go as far as to get really drunk to impress me but... I think I’m flattered?” Taehyung says cautiously with a small smile. It’s sweet, and endearing, and even though Yoongi’s stomach still hurts, it kind of makes him giggle too.

“I get it if you don’t want to see me again... I mean, who would? I got puke on your shoes.”

Taehyung looks down at his sneakers to see, yeah, a tiny splash of vomit on the tip of his converse. But he honestly doesn’t really give a shit. To him, he’s spending time with the coolest, cutest, most talented kid in school. There’s no other place he’d rather be.

“You know hyung, I was there, at the recital. You were so amazing. Every time I saw you around campus I got so intimidated, it also doesn’t help that you’re so cute. I’m really happy that you said yes.” Taehyung says earnestly as he uses his sleeve to wipe away at Yoongi’s tears, since his hands are still kind of gross.

Yoongi sniffles, looking up with wide eyes, shocked, his cheeks reddening as Taehyung takes care of him so effortlessly.

“You... you saw me?”

Taehyung nods with the brightest, boxy smile on his face. “Yeah! I love the music showcases because everyone in them is so good but you? You took my breath away. I never thought I would get the courage to ask you but... my friends kinda bribed me to do it. I wanted you to hear it from me instead of them being assholes and telling you how much I was crushing on you.”

Yoongi chuckles, breathless. His cheeks are flushed and his skin has somewhat returned to its usual color, even if he is still super dizzy.

Taehyung had known who he was? Before they even met?

Yoongi experiences a chill then, his hands wrap around his torso as he shivers. Taehyung quickly discards of his jacket before pulling it around Yoongi, his cheeks still a faint pink.

“Let me walk you to my dorm. It’s cold and dark out, and I also have some really good remedies for bad hangovers.” Taehyung offers softly, his voice tinged with hope that Yoongi will say yes. He does in fact, say yes, and when Yoongi feels even better, he borrows one of Taehyung’s jerseys and they cuddle on the couch, warm and so much happier than before. And if Taehyung’s teammates clown him once they see Yoongi leaving his room at the crack of dawn the next day, he doesn’t say anything about it. Frankly, he doesn’t care. He’s kind of in love, and nothing can change that.

Even if their first official date was filled with puke.

But thankfully, they go on many more dates to make up for that one, and when Taehyung asks Yoongi to be his boyfriend, Yoongi of course says yes. And when people ask how they met, Yoongi groans, and Taehyung just laughs, because they both know that whoever asked, is in for a long story.

A/N: sorry for disappearing. i can’t promise that i’m back officially, but i hope this makes up for some of that time!

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Hello ! how are you author-nim?? Can u do yandere emperor with dancer reader who is in reality a princess of another kingdom who ran away from her kingdom bcuz she didn't wanted to marry the old noble man who her parents choose for her for political support.......thank u!!💕❤

I'm doing well, Thanks for asking

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You let out a shaky breath as you bowed, adrenaline still dancing along your nerves despite your performance ending. And as usual the first to clap with others following in rapid succession was your employer and savior the Grand Emperor. Proud and powerful Emperor Roy was always a grand supporter of the arts. As such it wasn’t bizarre for him to have a dancer like yourself. The only thing was his specificity. Too many times had the head caretakers tried to replace you for another or even employing another. 

“What is this filth?! Where’s my dancer?!” 

Even when his highest advisor demonstrated concern, he refuted them all. You were Emperor Roy’s dancer and that was all you wanted to be. Other than sheer terror for the man you worked for you had come to greatly appreciate him for many a time had he made this the profession you loved so dearly. In your earlier days his growing favor over you left you entirely exhausted performing more than seven times a day with different choreographies each. It baffles you to this day how quickly he picked up on your fatigue, immediately summoning those he deemed responsible: your choreographer, the head maid, and your senior dancer–who at this point was practically doing nothing. The choreographer and head maid condemned you for not being ‘strong enough’ but your senior dancer, a woman who was enslaved by the last emperor stuck up for you. 

“She’s exhausted because you keep calling her, your emperorness! She’s got no time to sleep or eat, not with all the dances she’s gotta learn!” 

Despite the court’s visible disgust with her dialect and honesty the Emperor was amused. He fired the choreographer and made your senior your prime caretaker and fellow choreographer. From then on any conflicts were easily solved at simply a look the Emperor got what he wanted. 

You tried pinpointing what had him so interested. Perhaps it was lust seeing as his mistress used to sneer everytime he beckoned you. But when a companion of his openly questioned him, he denied it. Someone of his stature shouldn’t have any trouble doing so.

“No this is nothing like shallow admiration…but I wouldn’t expect a bed-hopper like you to understand.”

You’d never spoken to him. Here, you were beneath him and it’d be an insult to.  He’d spoken to you plenty though. For he was as guilty of demanding private performances as he did public ones. They were typically no different except he’d sometimes pull at your veil–a commonality for someone of your position. He’d talk cryptically speaking of fairytales–typically ones about romances with dark aspects. Your senior suggested it may have been code but for both of your safety you kept your mouths shut. 

Other than that it was perfect. 

Perfect until they came.

“O Great Emperor I beseech you! My sister Princess of my future kingdom has run away and I strongly believe that it is your territory that she hides herself in!” 

You were shrunk into the pillar you were previously waiting behind for your cue. But at the sound of familiar ironclad soldiers with that voice you immediately felt your heart drop to your stomach. In terms of decorum your sister’s entrance seemed to disrupt the court distracting them from your absence but the Emperor was not nearly so gullible. Shooting a look at your senior who swiftly made her way over to you with a worried look on her face.

“What’sa matter suga?”

“I-uh-I don’t th-think I can uh perform. I just don’t-”

“Hey hey it's okay. Guess this haught taughty got you all jazzed up. Don’t worry about it, you know he’ll understand. Now get in bed! Calm those nerves, ya hear?” 

You thank her dashing back to your room barely aware of the chaos you left in your wake. Not many knew what would happen if Emperor Roy did not have his dancer because there had never been a time where he didn’t. But the princess and the court would bear witness when your senior whispered into the monarch’s ear. 

“Your dancer got spooked by the surprise visit. They’re shaking som’thin’ fierce and may be out of commission for a while.”

His slightly peeved expression morphed into seething anger. Blind with rage he cast her out scolding her for her lack of manners for someone claiming to be a future queen. Removing her by force, the court was in disarray, some suggesting he organize a search party, others urging him to apologize and make her his bride. He ultimately ignored everyone, fuming as he completed his work for the day and secluded himself. Refusing to see anyone he was none the wiser to the actions of his mistress. 

Waiting until your senior was fast asleep she slipped into your quarters. With only a single candle to light the darkness of your windowless room she could see you shake and hear your wavering breath. You didn’t notice her until her shadow creeped behind you on the wood floors. 

“W-what do you want?”

You feared she would reach for your neck with those manicured hands and in your current state you’d be helpless to stop her. Instead she held you by your shoulders as she pushed you into the plush of her chest. Triggered once more you sobbed into her silk garments eased into shuddered breaths as she rubbed at your back. Letting her lips brush against your forehead she spoke softly, careful not to startle you further.

“Why are you so scared of the convoy?”

With stray tears you tell her about your identity as the extra princess, your father and mother finding no use for you other than to please some old noble with your hand in marriage. You gripped at her cloth as you voiced your frustration before crumbling into her arms as she rocked you.

“I-i’m not e-even the youngest! My oldest sister will become queen and my little brother isn’t even of age and they plan to let him marry for love! He’s hardly a teenager! Th-they just don’t b-bother to know me or e-even ask!? I just–”

“Shhhh.”

Soothing you through another bout of tears, you eventually calmed to let her speak. 

“You must tell him.”

“But I can-”

“You are of status so you can speak to him and he’d treat you well. Much better than any old noble.”

“B-but I don’t know-”

“You need to tell him. Or else…I will.”

“What?! No no…I will…I’ll try…maybe?”

“...”

“Fine, just give me time.”

She held you well into the night. Gently tucking you in as your breaths became stead and she could pry your fists from her silk sleeves. Shutting the door as quietly as she could, she turned to meet the skeptical eyes of your senior. Raising her head high she passed the glaring dancer as she once again entered the main halls. With steady steps she made her way to the Emperor’s chambers waving away the guards knocking twice before entering. Closing the door she kept her back facing the door as she bowed.

“I have news, your grace.”

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“Wonderful performance as always! I’m pleased you could bring yourself to perform on my behalf.” 

You deeply bowed internally debating how you’d go about this. The emperor would usually begin his ramblings about now. You felt like a fish with how many times you opened and closed your mouth. Ultimately scolding yourself as the Emperor beckoned you closer to himself. Keeping your eyes away from him you felt him lift your veil. Not flinching at his cold hands wrapping around your chin and tilting your face side to side. 

“I thought I recognized that nose.”

Your eyes snapped open as his fingers lingered along your jaw. If now wasn’t a good time there’d never be one. 

“Uh y-your grace um-”

“You must be the runaway princess then?”

“Y-yes b-but please don’t turn me in I- don-no I can’t go back!”

“Oh? Why not?”

“They intend to marry me to a man thrice my age. I hardly know him anyhow.”

Finally releasing your chin he tapped a finger on his chin as he leaned back into the couch he was leaning on. 

“Then we have quite the dilemma on our hands then.”

“W-we do?”

“But of course! You want to avoid getting married to a slimy dinosaur and I-” He pulled you down to his level; making you lean on the couch so as not to fall on top of him.”-want to keep my favorite dancer.”

“Uhm if you’d like I can be a mistress of yours! I’d still dance for you!”

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“No, no but maybe…as my wife?”

“Wife?! B-but didn’t you refuse all the other duchesses? That one empress?”

“I did. I seem to have been waiting for a perfect princess to fall into my lap. So what do you say? Be my one and only wife?”

“O-okay, uh yeah.”