#caretaker!yoongi

[sickonthedancefloor]

Time to Clock Out

Sickie: Namjoon Caretaker:  Jin, Hoseok, Yoongi Content: fever, cold, weakness

Found in the archives - just some sick, overworking Jooniebug.

Jin just puts another mug of hot tea on Namjoon’s desk mug-warmer, sighing loudly at the younger band member. His fearless leader sits at his desk, beanie tugged over his head, headphones over his ears, hood from his sweatshirt tugged over his head, as he grouchily thanks his hyung and then promptly ignores him. Jin huffs, scoffs, but just leaves his dongsaeng’s studio. Namjoon has the chills, and he’s sure it’s just because his studio is cold, but Jin doesn’t believe it.

Honestly, Namjoon doesn’t either, but he has work to do. You can’t be in charge of one of the biggest boy bands on the planet and take normal sick days (honestly, you could, if you weren’t a member of BTS; it isn’t to say HYBE doesn’t let them have days off, but Namjoon has never worked with as many like-minded, stubborn individuals as his bandmates who refused to stop until they had to). He already finished whatever ungodly paperwork needed looking over—it was all schedules, really—but Namjoon still wants his studio playtime.

He's been passing a beat back and forth with Peakboy to see what either of them could do with it, and so far… it sounds… loud.

“Joon-ah,” a raspy voice calls from the doorway.

Namjoon doesn’t hear him. Not until he feels a small hand drop on his shoulder, and he stumbles with trying to yank his hoodie off when he looks up—only to see Hoseok staring at him, eyes wide with concern.

“Joon-ah, are you ignoring me?”

“Hob-ah… I’ve been trying to work on this beat.” He groans, tugging the headphones off. Honestly, they’re giving him a bit of a headache; he needs to take a break.

“You need to take a break.”

That’s what he was thinking! Hoseok sighs when the expression he gets is nothing short of awe. He’s seen this expression from Namjoon in a musical breakthrough or a surprise understanding with choreography, but… this?

“Joon-ah, are you feeling okay?”

“’m fine,” Namjoon huffs. He slouches in his chair. “I’m just gonna take a break. Were you gonna go eat?”

The dancer nods, answering carefully. “You want to come? I was considering samgyetang or seolleongtang. Something… soupy.”

Soup does sound nice, but… so does not moving. Namjoon shakes his head. “Actually, I kinda wanna stretch out a bit. Bring me back something?”

“Yeah, I can do that. Really, Joon-ah… if you’re passed out on this couch when I get back, I’m gonna wake you up so you can go home.”

Dismissively, Namjoon waves his hand away, and Hoseok huffs as he heads out. “Watch, he’ll be sleeping when we come back—” he can hear the dancer’s voice talking to someone before the studio door shuts behind him.

Namjoon’s determined to stay up. Obviously. He’s just tired. This is stupid. He ignores Hoseok, whoever Hoseok was talking to, ignores the signs his body is telling him that he doesn’t feel great—he feels fine—and he flops on his long couch. His couch is long enough to hold five friends or one stretched out Namjoon curled under a thick blanket. He curls under his blanket and flops his head on the pillow, and he’s out like a light.

*~*

Namjoon doesn’t really feel like he’d slept well but the hand running through his hair feels nice. He hums, pleased that the hand keeps the motions up, but grimaces when he feels a cold cloth press against his cheek. Shuddering, he turns his head away.

“Joon-ah… let me wipe your face,” comes the voice of his growly, sleepy older rapper.

“Yoongi-yah?” Namjoon mumbles.

“Mm. I’m here. You’re sick.”

“Nah,” Namjoon mumbles. He blinks open his eyes, and it takes him a moment for his eyes to focus. He’s in his studio, on his couch—predicable, honestly—and the blanket has been pulled away. Yoongi sits on his guest swivel chair, in his usual black hoodie, looking down at him. Yoongi presses the cloth against his cheek, and then swipes it down to his jaw. Besides the initial touch… it actually feels rather nice. Namjoon smiles, and his eyes fall shut again.

“Joon-ah… Want to go home?” Yoongi asks softly. “No reason napping on this couch when you can stretch out fully on your bed, you know?”

That… was a good point, actually. Namjoon blinks open his eyes. Yoongi wipes his other cheek, then presses the washcloth to his neck. “What time’s it?”

“Late enough, really.” A non-answer.

But it’s a good enough answer for Namjoon. With a groan, he closes his eyes, soaking in the cloth as Yoongi presses it on his forehead. “Mm…. Hyung… I think my legs are jello.”

That gets a small chuckle out of the small producer. “Come on, you big sick baby. Let’s get you back home.”

Thankfully, the ride back goes smoothly; Namjoon lets Yoongi bundle him up in a scarf and mask, and he sits patiently in the passenger seat of the car as Yoongi drives him back to the dorm. And he turns up the heat. Namjoon lets out a rough cough before leaning on the window and looks at Yoongi. His hyung is amazing, humming lightly to the radio instead of making a fuss over his condition. Just subtle, quiet caring; that was his style. Yoongi’s hand wraps around Namjoon’s wrist as he leads him into the building, scans them upstairs, then leads him into the dorm.

“You got him to come home!” Hoseok beams from the living room, hurrying over to help Namjoon with his scarf. He helps tug him out of his coat, taking Yoongi’s along to hang them up properly.

“Is Jin-hyung here too?” Namjoon grumbles.

He feels like he was conned.

And Jin screams from the kitchen: “YA! What, didn’t think I’d be at my own house making you my mother’s healing soup!?”

Namjoon can’t smell it much, but he can tell there’s something being cooked. The small producer leads him by his shoulders into his bedroom and begins rummaging through his top drawer for clothes. “Come on, can you change on your own?”

“I’m not that slow.” But even as Yoongi hands him the clean pajamas, he stares at them for a moment before groaning. Yoongi doesn’t give him time to stress, just helping him change his shirt. Namjoon’s pride gets in the way and he stands up quickly—and immediately falls onto the bed, lightheaded. Laughing Yoongi gives him grace and lets him keep the sweats on, but encourages him to take off his socks to avoid overheating. Yoongi tucks him in bed, just in time for Jin to enter with a tray of soup, juice, and medication.

Hoseok brings him an ice pack and helps feed him when he gets tired. But once he’s drifting off between spoonfuls, they force meds in him and finally let him sleep. Namjoon smiles as he gets tucked in; he doesn’t have to worry about being the oldest or the leader now, not with these three with him. He got a fantastic few hours of rest.

[setsuuestsu]

Feveruary Day 7

Prompt: “I’m Still not used to being taken care of.”

Sickie: Namjoon | Caretakers: Yoongi, Hoseok

Word Count: 417

“Joon, get your ass back on that couch.” Yoongi says, pushing (albeit much gentler than usual) the younger back onto said couch.

The younger had come back from the library after a long day of tutoring, sniffling and coughing and Yoongi was having none of that “It’s just a small cold, hyung” shit. If Namjoon was going to infect him and Hoseok, one of them had to be feeling well enough to take care of Yoongi and Hoseok when they ultimately succumbed to illness.

Hoseok enters the room with a tray holding soup, crackers, and some medication on the side with a glass of water. “Hey, Joonie. How are you feeling?”

Namjoon coughs into his elbow and slowly sits up, the blanket wrapped around him falling to the floor. “Really, I’m feeling fine. It’s just a small cough guys. Please don’t worry.”

Hoseok sticks his tongue out and shoves the two pills into Namjoon’s mouth. He then holds the glass of water to Namjoon’s lips and gently tilts his head back. “Swallow these first, and then you can continue to pretend that you’re fine.”

Yoongi wraps the blanket back around Namjoon’s shoulders after picking it up off the floor. “You need to keep warm.” he scolds.

He sneezes and is left dazed for a hot second as Hoseok gently dabs at his nose with a tissue. A spoonful of soup is placed into his mouth and he swallows.

“Do you want crackers?” Hoseok asks. Before Namjoon can respond, however, Hoseok is sprinkling crackers into the soup so they soak up the soup.

Yoongi scowls. “Seok, you picked the weird ones. You should have given him the oyster crackers, at least.”

Hoseok pouts, his mouth forming a siot. “I couldn’t reach the good crackers.” His eyebrows furrow. “Plus, my crackers aren’t weird!”

Before it can turn into an argument, Namjoon frowns. He goes to talk but his voice is scratchy and congested. “I can go and–”

“No.” Hoseok and Yoongi turn their attention back to the younger.

“You need to rest.” Yoongi insists.

He sighs. “Sorry. I’m still not used to being taken care of.”

Hoseok cooes, moving the soup off the bed and handing the tray to Yoongi. He climbs onto the bed and wraps his limbs around Namjoon, not unlike a spider monkey. “We love taking care of you, Namjoonie.”

Yoongi grunts a reply that sounds an awful lot like an agreement and Namjoon lets himself relax.

Maybe he can let himself be taken care of

[comfortjoonie]

sick joon drabble

thoughts of an extremely nauseous joonie..

he's exhausted and emotional from puking all day, and despite yoongi trying to feed him, he's basically refused all food after 3pm since he couldn't keep anything down. his stomach is roiling.

he's sitting on the bathroom floor, rocking back and forth a little and staying near the toilet.

hoseok and yoongi are both with him, hoseok rubbing his back and yoongi offering quiet words of comfort. seokjin is in the doorway, texting joon's mom to ask for advice since they're running out of ideas.

after a while, hoseok speaks. "you should go back to bed, joonbug."

namjoon inhales sharply, then shakes his head. everyone can see the tears of frustration in his swollen eyes, the way his lower lip juts out and shakes a bit.

"i know, baby. it's gonna be ok, though. you need to try and sleep," hoseok whispers, his voice breaking a little. he brushes a bit of hair off of namjoon's forehead, which just makes joon burst into heaving sobs.

"oh...my gosh, you poor thing," hoseok mumbles, pulling joon into a hug and rubbing his back. sliding his hand under joon's shirt and rubbing in gentle circles. namjoon continues to sob and starts hiccuping.

"jin-hyung, go get jungkook. we'll have him carry joon to bed," yoongi says, holding the glass of water with a straw to indicate to hoseok that namjoon should drink.

hoseok shakes his head. he wants joon to drink, but he knows he'll refuse and it'll just come right back up anyways.

namjoon keeps his head buried in hoseok's chest, his cries getting quieter. a few moments later, jungkook is leaning down next to him.

"come on, hyung. i'll carry you to bed."

guys i'm so sorry for my absence...life has been insane to say the least. i've been busy but i also got a really awful concussion that kind of took me out for a couple months and i'm just getting back to this...

but i love you all endlessly. seriously!! thanks for reading this far.

[sickiesope]

Hi I hope your having a good day:)

Can I request a sick jm with a throat infection so bad that he has a high fever (maybe delirious) and when tries to talk he can’t and the caretakers shush him

Caretaker Jin/Hobi/Yoongi

Heere is a cute Jiminie whump!! :) 💜

No words

Sickie: Jimin

Caretakers: Jin, Yoongi and Hoseok

Jimin noticed his throat was getting sore one late afternoon. They had a recording session recently and Jimin felt a bit warm. Over time, it steadily got worse..

Then at a meeting Jimin's voice started to go. He sounded hoarse and everyone gave him worried looks. Jimin felt like no one was actually listening to him, just focusing on how rough he sounded. Whenever he tried talking every word scratched his throat and he couldn't finish. Not only is it painful, but annoying too.

***

Jimin tried to eat his lunch but found it hurt to swallow. The pieces of food slipping down his throat felt like scraping. Jimin winced in pain and held his throat. He couldn't finish but he didn't care, his throat felt so inflamed.

Jimin grew increasingly fatigued and felt too warm to be wearing a sweater. "It's h-hot in here--" His raspy voice cut off with a squeak.

"Jimin you don't sound too good" Yoongi mentioned. "What's wrong with your voice?"

"I s-sound fine" Jimin tries to say but it isn't convincing at all. His throat feels so itchy that he wants to scratch it with a straw. (As weird as that sounds.)

Jimin tries to sip from his water bottle but it hurts to swallow too much. He whines and holds his throat despairingly.

"My t-throat h-hurts--" Jimin can't finish his sentence, his throat is so raw he wants to cry.

"Awwh, Jiminah" Yoongi rubs his shoulder and runs his hand through his bangs. "Shh, don't try to talk..Oh gosh you feel warm too!"

They quickly wrap up the meeting that was almost done.

***

When Jimin gets home he's exhausted. His fever spiked and he can't think straight. Seokjin and Hoseok walk him to bed it feels like he's floating.

Jimin's fever is so high he's getting delirious. He can't tell where he is despite being in his own bed. He keeps thinking he hears things outside and tried getting up twice but his hyungs stopped him.

"There's nothing out there Jiminah, I promise" Hoseok coaxes.

"H-hyung--" Jimin tries to say, his voice wheezing.

"Shhh, don't strain yourself baby" Hoseok murmurs to the younger. "You'll just make it worse."

Jimin pouts in frustration; he can't speak and his throat is on fire. When he heard that they'll be recording next month Jimin worried inside. What about his voice??

Seokjin can tell he's stressed. "Try to relax Jiminah. I'll make some tea with honey for your throat."

Jimin just nods, his eyes half open. Jimin desperately wants to sleep but his throat hurts too much. He tries another lozenge, halfway done the pack. They help a little but only temporarily.

Jimin could've sworn he heard something again, like weird muffled voices near his door. (It's just Yoongi and Seokjin talking about Jimin seeing a doctor for his throat.) Jimin's eyes widen and he sits up more. The voices sound stranger and he can't understand what they're saying. His fever is still playing tricks on him.

Jimin hears the door creak open and it freaked him out. He gasped and almost fell out of bed.

"Whoa Jimin, it's just me, Jin hyung" Seokjin comes in with tea. "It's okay baby. You're in your bed, at home, with your hyungs."

Jimin sighs with relief, sinking back in the bed. He accepts the cup, feeling silly for freaking out like that.

Jimin sips on the tea and can really taste the honey. Seokjin put a lot in there but it helps coat his throat and brings some relief.

"Dont worry so much Jiminah. You'll be fine again well before next month." Seokjin rubs his arm.

[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."

[sneakykpopblog]

Purple Everywhere

(Inspired by what Hobi said, I’m sorry, I’m on a road trip and feeling very creative)

Sickie: Hoseok

Caretaker: Yoongi

1k words

Warnings: Vomiting, alcohol, drunkenness

Yoongi should have known better than to let Hoseok have “one more sip” (not a sip, and not just one) of wine. Not when his eyes were already that droopy and he had only spoken three words in the past twenty minutes (“yeah”, “uh-huh”, and “yep”, respectively).

Now he looked even more out of it, and Yoongi feared he might not be feeling well because he’d stopped idly snacking and was just sitting there like he was in a trance: a distinctly unpleasant one.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi hardly dared to ask at this point.

“Yeah…”

Not a minute later, Hoseok bolted up from the table and ran. He disappeared around the corner, but that didn’t stop Yoongi from hearing the sickening splatter that meant he hadn’t quite made it. Yoongi got up as well to find Hoseok braced with one arm against the wall, almost falling into the brightly-colored mess on the floor.

“Oh.”

Hoseok heaved again, and Yoongi wrinkled up his nose. Purple, all over his nice rug, and the floor, too. Ha. Purple. And a little on the baseboard, too, how nice.

“Sorry,” Hoseok rasped.

“Are you done?”

“Hmm…”

“Bathroom.” Hoseok didn’t move. “Bathroom, Hoseok.” Yoongi took him firmly by the arm and half-supported, half-dragged him into the bathroom and lowered him to the floor in front of the toilet. “Stay here. If you need to throw up again, right there.”

Hoseok looked mournful.

“I’m coming back,” said Yoongi, just in case his drunk friend got any ideas of trying to stand up and follow him. “Stay right here.”

It wouldn’t be the fist time Yoongi had cleaned vomit off a floor because someone had overestimated their ability to run to a bathroom in time. (Sometimes that someone had been himself. And poor Jimin after the American Fried Fish Incident)

“I can- I can clean,” Hoseok called from the bathroom in a voice as wobbly as a candle flame on a windy day.

“You’re drunk.”

“Okay.”

The floor and the baseboard were easy. The rug… Yoongi didn’t like its chances to not be purple forever, but maybe a thorough deep-cleaning could salvage it. At least it wasn’t white.

Hoseok sounded pretty miserable in the bathroom, and Yoongi stuck his head in to make sure he wasn’t dying. He wasn’t. He was, however, hunched over throwing up again, thankfully over the toilet this time. Yoongi moved the rug to be better dealt with later, threw away his cleaning gloves, and scrubbed his hands like Lady Macbeth. Then he got a cup of water from the kitchen and went back to Hoseok.

“I threw up again,” said Hoseok sadly.

“Yeah.” Yoongi offered him the water. “Rinse your mouth.”

Hoseok shied away from the water and gagged over the toilet again, this time only bringing up a little purplish liquid. It sounded painful anyway. Yoongi rubbed gently between his shoulder blades.

“Ew,” said Hoseok eloquently when he was done.

Yoongi offered him the water again, which he made a face at.

“Just rinse your mouth.”

Hoseok looked bewildered. “Like mouthwash?”

“Exactly.”

Hoseok struggled to get up, but he didn’t get very far.

“Where are you going?”

“To rinse?”

“Right here.” Yoongi succeeded in getting him to take the cup.

“The sink…”

“You can spit in the toilet. It’s okay.”

Hoseok made a disgusted face at it. “That’s gross.”

“You already threw up in it.”

“You’re right.”

He rinsed his mouth without any further complaint, but Yoongi knew the hardest part was still to come.

“I bet you want to sleep,” he said sweetly.

“Yeahhhh…. I’m so floppy.” Hoseok demonstrated this by flopping over and forcing Yoongi to catch him. Water sloshed out of the cup in his hand. “Oops.”

“Don’t worry,” said Yoongi. “Two sips of that and you can lay down.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Well, you need to.”

“Can I blow my nose?”

Yoongi gave him a tissue for the purpose and tried to ignore him, which was hard with Hoseok still leaning awkwardly into him.

“Ugh, did I puke through my nose?”

“Probably a little. That’s pretty normal,” he added quickly. “Drinking water helps.”

“Don’t wanna throw up again.”

“You won’t,” Yoongi (probably) lied.

Hoseok looked incredulous, but he was drunk and trusting, and he drank a few sips of water without further argument. After a moment’s thought, Yoongi helped him to his feet and led him by the hand to his guest room, where he made him sit down on the bed and tucked him in in his clothes.

“I can sleep on the couch,” said Hoseok.

“It’s easier to change sheets than to clean a couch. I’m much happier this way.”

“Mmm.” Hoseok snuggled a pillow.

“I’ll be right back. Stay awake.” He brought a trash can to put by the side of the bed and water for the bedside table. “If you need to throw up any more, try to use the trash can.” As a precaution, Yoongi dragged the other rug out of harm’s way.

“Okay. Are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad. I’d just rather not have to clean my floor again.”

“Okay, thanks. Sorry.”

He was too cute to be mad at anyway. Yoongi smoothed his unruly hair. “It’s okay.”

Hoseok leaned a little into his touch. “Staying?”

He should probably keep an eye on him. “Okay. I need to change real quick.”

He felt a little guilty for making Hoseok sleep in his clothes, but helping someone that drunk change was outside Yoongi’s skill set. He expected Hoseok to already be asleep when he returned, but he was still awake to make grabby hands at him when he climbed into bed. Yoongi indulged him and gave his hand a warm little squeeze.

“You’re so niiiice.”

Yoongi felt a little flash of warmth. “You’re easy to be nice to. Go to sleep.”

“M’really drunk.”

“Yeah. Face that way, I’ll rub your back.”

Hoseok gave him a dopey smile.

“You have to turn around, though.”

It took a minute for Hoseok to register what he’d said, but eventually he did flop ungracefully onto his other side. Now hopefully safer from the possibility of being thrown up on in the night, Yoongi lightly scratched Hoseok’s back until he fell asleep, which was only about a minute.

In the morning, a mostly lucid and very apologetic Hoseok offered to get his rug cleaned, and Yoongi took him up on it.

[soft-for-yoongi]

20 yoongi and taehyun

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Emojis: 20. 😤🤬🚪👊💥😮‍💨😮‍💨😭🤢🤮😢🫂

Sick: Taehyung (another one!!)

Caretaker: Yoongi

Tw: emeto, slight angst, swearing, vom**, mentions of nausea

Word count: 479

(I probably interpreted this a little different to most!! I didn't want to make it hugely angsty, it's just not my style!)

(Also, I wasn't sure if you wanted both of them to be sickies, or just one, but I hope you like this!!)

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"Taehyung-ah! I've told you multiple times to get this melody finished and write more lyrics!! All you've given me is this crappy so-called "beat" and rubbish lines." The producer spits angrily at Taehyung. Yoongi, sitting in his chair, is fuming. How dare he talk to his brother like that?!

Taehyung's lip wobbles, "do you have anything to say?? Or are you just going to cry like a baby?" The older man continues going off. Yoongi has had enough. "Producer-nim, get out my studio." Yoongi says, in a level voice. He gets up and holds the door open expectingly. "Leave your shit here, you can collect them tomorrow when I have you dismissed." Yoongi frowns, the man splutters and reluctantly leaves after realising the trouble he's about to be in.

With a loud shut of the door, Taehyung bursts into tears, completely sobbing, pulling his legs up into his chest and head covered by his arms. "Taehyungie... you haven't done anything wrong." Yoongi comforts, squating in front of Taehyung. "Taehyung your music is beautiful, so characteristically you, and that's what makes it so amazing. Don't listen to him," Yoongi continues, a sad expression on his face.

Taehyung sniffles and hiccups are soon added to the mix. He brings his arms to his abdomen, revealing his tear streaked face. He feels sick. "I should've worked harder." Taehyung murmurs, attempting to wipe his tears but it's no use as they keep coming. He can practically feel the warmth drain from his face, so caught up in the man's harsh words. He hasn't cried this hard in months, and it makes him feel like throwing up.

Yoongi places a gentle hand on his shoulder, looking up at him fondly. "Tae, you've poured your heart and soul into your music. Don't let his words get to you," Yoongi rakes Taehyung's hair comfortingly. "Hyung, I think I'm about to vomit." The younger warns and Yoongi's expression hardens. Taehyung's always had a soft stomach but it breaks his heart whenever it happens.

The rapper quickly fetches the small bin under his desk, handing it to Taehyung. He hugs it tight, belching into the receptacle. He feels so drained, both mentally and physically. "Let it up, Taehyungie." Yoongi starts rubbing soothing circles into his back, feeling the muscles contract when he gags.

The pungent smell quickly takes over the studio after a couple waves land into the bin. Taehyung cries and spits murky saliva. "He was s-so mean–" the younger wails, holding the bin away from him to avoid looking at the mess. "Come here, Tae." Yoongi sighs, placing the bin on the floor to wrap the singer in a hug. He squeezes gently, just how Taehyung likes it.

Somehow, he ends up in Yoongi's lap, and neither is complaining. Taehyung is feeling better and not sobbing anymore. Medicine will never compare to this, Taehyung smiles.

[mikrokoskooks]

D1. "You’re going to make yourself sick if you eat that much." 

And

D6. "I ate way too much." 

For Jungkook as the sickie and up to you, who the Caretaker(s) is 😊🫶 thank you!!! The prompt list is so cute!!

Ty you for the request 💜🌺

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretaker: Yoongi

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If Jungkook could go back in he would have definitely stopped and listened to his hyungs advice, now he was just stuck paying the price.

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"Yah Jungkook-ah slow down" Yoongi pants chasing after the youngest. Jungkook slows down slightly "But hyung, he whines, I need to go get cotton candy or it'll sell out" The older rapper just smiles and shakes his head before following Jungkook.

You see Yoongi had always been promising to take Jungkook to the amusement park near their dorm but he'd never got the chance to. But since the company gave the group a couple days off Yoongi decided to stick to his promise.

Within the short time, it took Yoongi to catch up with Jungkook. The maknae had already bought 2 cotton candies, one family size bag of sweets and a small bottle of banana milk.

Yoongi looks at Jungkook in shock, "How'd you manage to get all of that!?" smiles taking a bite of his cotton candy before replying "Well you are super slow hyung" The rapper doesn't disagree, It is kinda true.

"You're going to make yourself sick if you eat that much you know" Yoongi states "I'll be fine hyung don't worry"

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If Jungkook could go back in he would have definitely stopped and listened to his hyung's advice, now he was just stuck paying the price.

After walking about for around 15 Jungkook had eaten almost all of his food, the only thing he hadn't eaten was his bag of sweets and he really regreted it.

His stomach felt so sore and bloated and he could taste cotton candy and acid in the back of his throat. "Hey you wanna go in this ride kookie?" His hyung says pointing into the distance.

Jungkook looks up to see what he's pointing at, a large roller-coaster with lots and turns and flips. On any other day Jungkook would of been thrilled to ride it but there was no way he was going on that when he felt so Sick.

Jungkook shakes head and leans in to Yoongi, "I ate way too much, I feel sick hyung" Yoongi decides it better not to scold Jungkook when he feels I'll. "Aigoo come here" He says leading jungkook to the bathrooms.

Jungkook sits infront of the porcelain bowl and brings up everything he'd just eaten, which certainly didn't taste as good coming back up. Yoongi rubs his back all the way through and moves the maknaes long bangs out of his face.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen hyung" Jungkook mumbles "It's okay sweetie, let's just focus on making you feel better. "

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I'm so so sorry this took so long to write and the fact that it's not even that long. Hopefully you like it though?

[caleb-alfa-centauri]

Baby's tum-tum hurts

BTS Sope Sick fic/ Little space

Warning: Sick fic, Hoseok in little space and out of it. Yoongi his boyfriend and caretaker. Past trauma, abuse, and safe little space.

Mention of emeto, abdominal pain, cramping, scat, burping, explicit diarrhea description. Non sexual, non kinky. Abdominal medical and doctor play examination. Medical mentioned. Doctors medical devices, sad baby, bloated belly, gassy, noisy tummy, Hurt-comfort.

Summary:

Hoseok wakes up early to go to work, Yoongi is having a bath, but Hoseok discovers he doesn't feel good. His stomach hurts a lot, and whenever he feels sick, his coping mechanism is to go into little space.

Yoongi is his boyfriend, and when his boyfriend is in little space, he makes the role as an older brother, who takes care of baby Hobi.

Yoongi knows his boyfriend would slip into his little space mindset when he is tired, overwhelmed, sad, or most common sick.

Hoseok had woken up, as soon as he try to sit in bed, he felt sick all over, his stomach hurt a lot, he felt nauseated, and his abdomen was cramping badly.

He returned to bed, and knowing he had an awesome partner, boyfriend and caretaker, he left himself slip into his little space. Little Hobi felt so sick, he curled in a ball, and began to sob quietly.

Yoongi had went out the shower, and he couldn't find his boyfriend in the kitchen, usually je would be making breakfast for both, or trying to shower as well. He walk to the bed, fearing his boyfriend was sick.

"Baby?" He asked noticing the younger one still in bed.

"Yoonie?" The little one asked, it was a name for Yoongi, when Hobi was in little space head. "Yoon...." The little baby sob.

Yoongi understood his little one was sick, but he didn't knew how severe it was. He needed to call in sick for both, but he couldn't call their work, until he knew what was ailing his baby boy.

"Baby Hobi, what's wrong my little baby?" He asked even softer, he say beside Hobi in bed. The little boy had his arms surrounding his torso. "Tell Hyungie what's wrong...."

"Hyungie....Yoonie... Hobi's tum-tum hults...." The little one said, his voice sad.

"Oh no, again? Baby, come here, Yoonie will take care of it for you, probably you just had something bad for dinner, with a tummy rub and medicine we can solve it. " Yoongi told him patiently, soft and caring. "Come here, sit on Hyungie's legs, here I can rub your small baby tum-tum."

Hobi moved outside the bed, the little one sat on his Hyungie's legs where he felt safe, but when Yoongi was about to touch his abdomen to see the damage, the little poor baby, who was so sick, couldn't even tell his older brother, his tummy was hurting to much.

Baby Hobi felt his belly churning,he could feel a lot of movement, bubbling and pain before it happened. He heard his tummy going Wilde with awful noises.

Yoongi heard the bubbling coming loud and strong from his little one's tummy, and the next thing he knew was his poor baby, was having explosive diarrhea on top of both.

The brown hot gush of liquid came from little Hobi's butt, in seconds both were covered with the little one's diarrhea fluids.

Hobi began to cry hard, the little one kept on sobbing and screaming his lungs, his tummy felt so bad, he couldn't stop from whaling.

Yoongi had to carry him to the bath tube, they shower and bathed, then he cleaned their clothes and bed sheets, he replaced them for other ones, and when they were clean and done, he brought his little one to the bed, Hobi had a diaper, and a pajama with bears,the t-shirt was a children shirt he loved wearing in little space. But his tummy was so bloated the shirt was all stretched out. He had stopped crying at least.

"Yoon Hyungie....Hobi is sorry... tummy ouchie...poo poo came ...sorry..." He said shyly.

"Don't worry baby, is not my little baby's fault. Baby Hobi's poor and sick tum-tum needs medicine. How are you feeling baby? Is it too painful?" Yoongi asked, he smile warmly but he was worrying like crazy. He hate watching his little one in pain, and he was tired from cleaning the diarrhea.

Hobi nod so sad. "Yoonie, Hobi's tum-tum hurts. .." the little one said his little hands on top of his distended tummy. Even though he was sad, even in little space Hobi was always positive and happy, so he had try to smile for his Hyungie who he loved so much. "Tum-tum...roars....gurg....gurg... tummy is angy..."

When Yoongi had bathed his little one, he had noticed how distended was his poor stomach, the baby boy had a canon ball for stomach, a bowling ball on the stomach, or even a pregnant looking abdomen. This concerned him a lot. His baby Hobi was bloated and so swollen. And the poor abdominal surface kept on producing awful sounds.

"Baby Hobi's tum-tum needs to be seen by a doctor. Baby I'll make a tummy doctor appointment again, so you can have that poor sick painful tummy examine again, I'll call your special doctor, he has to listen to this angry tummy. Yes baby?" Yoongi told his little one, he was sitting beside the poor distended boy.

"No Yoonie, pwease no....Hobi don wan to.... Doctors hult... tum-tum.....nooo pwease no..." The small child complain miserable. The poor baby hated his "tummy doctor" his gastroenterologist knew about his little space and treated him like a baby boy. But he hated having his tummy all examine everywhere around and on the inside.

In all that time his poor sick belly haven't stop from doing all those awful sick sounds. Everything was moving inside of his small but distended poor tummy.

"Oh, don't cry baby, Yoonie needs to take his baby to the tummy doctor. Can you hear that baby?" He asked concerned he placed his ear delicate over his baby's poor ballooned stomach.

Hobi nod. "Is Hobi's tum-tum...my tum-tum is noisy....Yoonie.... tum-tum doesn't feels good...." He said, his baby hands pressed against the noisy big abdomen. "Yoonie....is Hobi pwegnant ...? Hobi's tum-tum is so big...." Hobi said excited, he was so curious he was drumming his baby bloated massively distended abdomen like a little drum, using little hands.

Yoongi giggled at his little one curiosity and imagination, Hoseok was always so full or energy, curiosity and excitement even been sick. "No sweetheart, Hobi is just full of air, your tum-tum is so sick, it bloated, so that's why you are so big, little Hobi's tum-tum looks like a balloon." Yoongi kiss the boy in his tiny head and then on the big tummy. "You know why Hobi's tum-tum is so loud baby? Why it has inflated so much? And why it keeps moving so much and hurting?" Yoongi asked to convinced him.

The big tummy gurgling madly, the baby's cheeks turned red. He hated his tum-tum growling.

"tum-tum is sick?" He asked. The baby boy understood Yoongi's point of view.

"Yes my poor baby, little Hobi's tum-tum is so sick, that's why you are having diarrhea too." Yoongi said. Hobi nodded.

"Yoon, Hobi don wanna have tum-tum so sick... tummy ouchie.." .the little one said drumming still his distended abdominal cavity. "Yoonie ... Hobi is afraid....doctor hurts Hobi or tum-tum?"

Yoongi relaxed his baby wasn't crying any longer. He was curious asking. "Want us to play tummy doctor, so you know what your tummy doctor is going to do?" Yoongi Asked having an idea.

Hoseok was excited, he clapped his little handsies. "Yes Yoon Hyun ...Hobi wanna play doctor....."

Yoongi had a medical equipment it was from his cousin who was a doctor, so he placed on the white rob, and using the real stethoscope, he took baby Hobi to other room, where there was an individual bed for guests, and that was just cover with a white sheet to simulate a doctor's examining table.

Yoongi carried his baby, and placed him in the middle of pf the bed. He took a chair next to it. His baby was laughing through the pain, he loved playing doctor.

"Now once we are inside the tummy doctor office, in a bed like this one, the doctor will ask questions. Like this. Little baby Hobi, how is your tummy? Do you have pain? Tummy troubles? Do you have nausea, diarrhea or vomit?"

"I see Yoonie....Yes Doctol Yoons... Hobi tum-tum is so sick....Tum is big... Hults...is noisy....moves a lot....and Hobi did poo poo before...." Hobi the cute boy said playing doctor with his Yoonie Huingie.

"Perfect, that was easy..."

"Is that all?" Hobi asked unsure and excited thinking it was over.

"No my cute baby, my baby boy, next is examining Hobi's poor tummy...."

Hobi was sad again. "Does it hults?"

"No baby, look, as Hobi's poor tummy makes a lot of bad tummy noises, your tummy doctor needs to hear your tummy, he will placed a little device, that is cold but it doesn't hurts, over baby's tum-tum, he will listen all those tummy sounds...." Yoongi explained patiently.

"How Yoonie? Are you also going to listen inside .... Hobi's noisy tum-tum?" The little one asked confused.

"Yes, let's begin, your Doctor will ask you to uncover your pretty stomach. Baby Hobi, can I uncover your tummy to listen inside?" Yoongi asked he placed the stethoscope on, and lifted showing it to Hobi.

"it hurts?"

"No baby, is just cold...." Yoongi said.

His little one nod. And placed his little hands at the sides of his body, so his Yoonie could move his clothes.

He uncovered his little one's horribly distended abdominal surface, his poor baby Hobi's abdomen was so big, it inflated worst, with each breath, the rounded big swollen and protruding stomach, was bursting from how big it had inflated all inside.

Yoongi even had to open his baby's diaper, so he could also hear the most lower belly. The little ones stomach kept on producing horrible abdominal sick noises everywhere and each time he breath.

Hobi was nervous looking how his Hyungie's hands rolled his t-shirt up, he noticed his tummy looked so bad. "Yoonie... tum-tum is so big...is it ugly?" He asked poking his tummy that trembled like jelly.

"No sweetheart, Hobi's tum-tum is the cutest thing, I promise, it's just that, Hobi has a balloon tummy right now, but doctor would also like Hobi's tummy." Yoongi said lying, he felt distress noticing how big his little one's tummy was, all sick and hugely expanded. "Hobi's tummy sounds like a drum or a balloon." he said drumming carefully and soft his baby's poor ballooned stomach it bounced and jumped everywhere. "Doctor will have fun curing your tummy sweetheart."

The child again laugh watching his tummy being drummed in and producing drumming echoes. "Now baby, I'll hear inside, please don't move, and don't talk, Doctor Yoons need silence to listen inside his Hobi." Yoongi took the cold stethoscope that was already warm, and placed it on top of the big abdominal cavity, there he could hear. The turmoil inside his baby boy. He listened everywhere. On his navel, the lower belly, his huge sides, his top belly, and mostly over his bowels.

The little one was curious watching his aching tummy being listen inside with the weird machine. He was quiet and not moving, he felt how the small cold metallic object slides through his balloon stomach. He felt a little shy, he knew his Yoonie Hyungie was listening attentively all those awful noises his tummy did. He felt a little embarrassed.

"Want to hear inside yourself?" Yoongi moved the apparatus to his baby's ears, the small child was excited, big open eyes, gasping in excitement. "Yoonie,.... tum-tum.....noises.....bubbles..... Hobi tum-tum is so mad, is grumpy...."

Baby Hobi have never heard something so awesome he heard bubbling, rumbling, water and bubbles everywhere.

Ones Yoongi finished listening inside his little baby tummy, he continue. "Baby, ones your tummy doctor has finished hearing inside, he needs to touch Hobi's sick and big tum-tum. He will press, touch, poke, prode, and sink his fingers on baby Hobi's tum-tum jelly big surface, like this." Yoongi said explaining everything to his baby sick boy.

"Ow Yoonie, tum-tum hurts.....Does Hobi tummy doc has to listen to my tum-tum? Does he need to touch Hobi in his tum-tum?" The little one said drumming still his stomach.

"Yes, but why baby?" Yoongi said he had stopped palpitations over his poor baby boy's sick and swollen abdominal cavity.

"Tum-tum is big so Hobi is shy ..." The little one admitted feeling shy. "Tum-tum is so noisy..... Tum-tum is so sick....Hobi is embarrassed..... tum-tum so sick, having Tum like this ... Makes Hob nervous..."

"I know baby is uncomfortable but no one expects Hobi to have a healthy Tum baby, Hobi goes to his tummy doctor when he is sick. So doctor would be there expecting us, with you, with the sickest tummy ever. He understands Hobi tummy does noises and is big because baby is sick. In fact Hobi is sensitive in the tummy, so that's why we already have a specialized doctor for your tum sweetheart. He already has listen that cute tummy."

"Okay....Yoonie can we still play doctor before going to real tum-tum doc?" The little one asked.

"Yes my baby.... Then the next step is palpation, doctor would need to feel those organs inside Hobi's tummy so he will press like this everywhere...." Yoongi began to press his baby tummy lightly and feeling each organ inside, moving in circles his hands, all the way from the top, to the lower tummy.

"Ar we done?" Baby asked believing it to be all it was left....

"No my baby, Doctor then needs to drum Hobi's balloony tummy, he needs to drum your cute little drum belly.... It helps doctor asses Hobi's poor tummy condition...."

Hobi was laughing again. "I like...Hyungie ...you drumming my tum-tum..... do it! Pwease play with Hobi's Tum....pwease!" The little one was clapping his hands excitedly.

"Then Hobi, can you breath in, and hold the air inside tum-tum, I want to see that tum-tum-tum getting bigger baby, inflate more that cute balloonie abdomen, all round and cute.....yes like that, hold in like that, come on baby, I know Hobi can do this... Baby boy push the tummy out.....Good boy!"

Hobi was so happy he loved playing with his Hyung, and he loved having the tummy so big, he had began to enjoy having a little balloon shape in his tum-tum. "Hobi is a good boy...." He said pushing even more his noisy and sick huge abdomen......"

Yoongi got even more concerned with the shape it got. It grew so much, and he got even more concerned he had never seen that size on his baby's abdominal distentions over the years.

"Baby close your eyes for me..." Hobi obey, and when he closed his eyes, he took a photograph,he needed his baby's abdomen in display so sick like that to show his baby's tummy special doctor. "Now don't move, Yoonie is going to measure that cute little stomach baby."

Baby Hobi opened his eyes and nod. He was happy watching how his Hyungie measured his belly, placing a tape measure device, under his back and surrounding all his protuberant abdomen.

"New record baby, Hobi's tummy is so big....you can stop pushing now, it must hurt, let me go for something quickly wait here."

Baby nod. Hobi lay there, with his diapers a little open at the waist, and all abdominal in display, he filled the room with his awful abdominal sick noises. He was farting like crazy, but at least he wasn't pooping his diapers yet.

Yoongi had went and called his doctor assistant. Jimin, was Doctor Seokjin's assistant. He ask all the information. Yoongi send the picture,the recording he had take, and the measurements of his little one's abdomen. The doctor said he was so sick, he make a little space to see one of his favorite patient. He said to bring him in after meal time, to see the baby's tummy reactions to his meal, he needed to have a full belly to see if he continue pooping or vomiting.

Yoongi returned to see the room smelled like rotten eggs, and little Hobi was sad. "What's wrong baby? Baby farted? Tummy is so sick right baby?"

Hobi nodded with his cheeks flushed. "Hobi is stinky...." He said and a tear rolled.

"No baby, is just that Hobi tummy is so sick. Tell the doctor your tummy is gassy, he needs to know how bad little Baby's farts smell...." He said rubbing his little one's belly, the big ballooned stomach sagging like jelly.

"Doctor need to know Hobi farts stink?" He asked confused.

"Yes baby, he needs to know, so he can understand why baby's stomach is sick and hurts. Now let's continue, I'll drum your little belly, as the doctor will."

Hobi got happy he clapped his hands. "Yes Hobi loves when Yoonie drums tum-tum..."

Yoongi began to drum more lightly than the doctor would do it. He playful drum his little baby in his cute but sick big tummy. Each time the poor abdominal distended cavity jumped, his belly sagged, trembled and bounced like a real ball. Baby Hobi at first was enjoying the drumming noises, but soon he felt pressure inside.

Yoongi heard how when he drum on the little stomach, the noises came worst, and the tummy bounced to much. He had never seen his baby this sick before.

Each time his hand collided with the naked abdominal sick shape, little Baby Hobi would burp, or fart even more.

"yoonie.... tum-tum jumps! Tum-tum....jumps....* The baby said noticing how his poor belly moved all over the place. "Doctor will make Hobi's tum-tum jump?"

Yoongi smiled warmly to this little one who was curious. "Yes, probably because Hobi's tummy is so big, it bounces, my poor baby has currently a little ball for stomach, you are so gassy baby, do you want to go to the bathroom?"

The little boy denied. "Yoonie ... That's all tum-tum needs?" Hobi asked watching his stomach inflate and deflate still naked, and still rumbling so angry.

"Yes baby, once that is done, Doctor will know hot to cure your little stomach.

The child laughed again at ease even though he had a lot of pain, and he couldn't stop farting rotten eggs.

Yoongi had to open a window without his little one noticing it, the stench spoke of how sick was baby Hobi's poor tummy.

Yoongi had also message Seokjin their doctor, about the gassy belly, the stench, the horrible flatulence episodes his baby was having.

The doctor asked to listen to it, and to the baby's stomach, so Yoongi asked his baby.

"Baby, tummy doctor wants to hear your tummy, how about we call him, so he can see and hear little Hobi's sick tum-tum. He loves having sick bellies to examine, he will love yours ..."

"Really? He loves my tum-tum-tum like this?" The innocent kid asked excited, not knowing it was to hear his farts, and his noisy abdominal noises.

"Yes, baby. Shall we?"

The baby nodded. Yoongi used his computer to video call his Gastroenterologist Seokjin, he placed de laptop on baby's Hobi legs, from there Seokjin could see the child with the most protuberant abdomen he had ever seen the little one with, and also he could hear the most awful noises a stomach ever made, the farting was constantly, and he could listen clearly how the little one's farts wounded wet horrendous, and long. He understood the little one was suffering with an awful pain.

Once th video call ended, Seokjin instructed Yoongi to skip the meal, and to bring inmidiatly the little one to his personal office.

"Baby, doctor was so excited with your cute stomach, he said he wants to examine you now. Lest get ready to go to your Tummy Doctor appointment." Yoongi said sadly.

The baby nodded still bothered with the cramping the abdominal pains, and farting. Yoongi dressed him again closing the diapers, placing on some pants, and a hoodie, then he took extra clothes, diapers, and cleaning supplies. He carry his baby and took him to the hospital.

They already knew the little one, they had been attending him, ever since he first was sick I'm little space, so Hobi felt safe there, no one judge the little baby.

Yoongi went in with his sick baby boy. He placed the kid on the examination table. Seokjin asked Yoongi to undressed him and he did. Hobi was at ease because he already knew that would happen.

Seokjin began to listen to the bays stomach, but when the palpation began, Hobi began to sob so hard. Yoonie had lie to him, his tummy was so sore and big it hurted so much, and Seokjin was trying to press more lightly but still he needed to assess the bloated abdomen.

"Don't cry baby...."

"Yoonie say it won't hurt tum-tum..." The little one whined.

The doctor spend a lot of time palpating the baby's poor stomach. Hobi felt so sad, he wanted to stop, but for some reason the doctor kept pushing inside his tummy.

"Baby, your belly is so sick, it is big, I can't asses you that well. What did Hobi ate to have his stomach this big and sick?" Seokjin asked.

"He ate normally what he would, but yesterday Hoseok went to a party and probably he ate something he should have not." Yoongi explained. His baby was farting so bad the doctor understood finally the stench Yoongi had mentioned, he didn't say anything.

"Had Hobi's stomach being sounding like this?" The doctor asked again.

"Yes, all morning....he had diarrhea." Yoongi said.

When the doctor was trying to drum his belly, the baby sob harder, it hurts his tummy so bad, and he had diarrhea without noticing all the diaper ended up full in his diarrhea fluids.

Yoongi cleaned his baby, and put him a new diaper. The doctor continue examining him.

"That's it?" Yoongi asked ..

Hobi felt so sad, nothing was the way he had expected it to be. Everything was wrong with his tummy doctor appointment. All Yoongi played with him and explained to him was different.

"No, I have never seen him this sick before. I think he has a gastrointestinal strong virus or infection. He needs to stay so we can keep him under strict vigilance. First, I need you to feed Hobi his meal, a light, digestible meal, liquid diet, I'll give you a private room, and there they would take his meal. I need to do other abdominal examination once he is digesting the meal, to see how his tummy reacts to it."

Yoongi nodded, he already knew Hobi needed to be hospitalized. He had appreciated the private hospital room, as not all people understood Hobi when he was in little space, and he didn't want anything to alter, cause more distress or embarrassed his little one.

Hobo felt sad, he understood he needed to stay at hospital so he began to cry.

Once they had been moved to the room, Hobi was placed in the bed, some devices minoring his signs, and an IV connected to his little hand.

He was sobbing quietly, he didn't want to upset Yoonie, his poor Hyungie. His little but bloated stomach hurt so much, and they have him just in his diapers, because of the fever he had.

"Yoon....Hobi....wan to go home....." He said sadly.

"I know baby, but your tummy doctor wants you to eat, so he can examine you again on a full tummy, to see if you are digesting correctly." He explained to his baby, he sat beside the bed and he kept rubbing his tummy. The stomach kept on gurgling angry.

"No Yoonie....No. Hobi need more examinations? Why? Why with tum-tum full?" The little one asked.

"Yes baby. Because he needs to listen again your tummy but working, digesting food, to see if you still have diarrhea or grassy bowels ..." He explained to his baby boy.

"If Hobi has tum-tum examine..... Hobi can go home?" The little one ask again.

"Yes baby."

When the food arrived, Yoongi fees his baby the liquid diet, soups, liquids and more liquids. The baby ate and drank everything, his poor little tummy bloated more, his tummy was worst, the noises it did were unstoppable and unhealthy. His little stomach had became a gurgling burbling pot. He was so swollen, and full of liquids that each time the baby breath, or move, his tummy sloshed all around and inside.

Seokjin returned back to the room, he closed the door, and was shocked to find his little patient more sick than before, the little one's abdomen had grow and double the size. It was even more noisy, and seemingly for the child's tears, also painful.

Seokjin struggled to examine again, each time he placed the stethoscope, the noises would distorted. Then pressing his stomach and palpating it proves to be imposible, ad the little one had a lot of pain and whine each time his massive abdomen was touch. Finally he try to drum his abdomen, it was the most painful, embarrassing and uncomfortable experience for baby Hobi's tum-tum. He felt the pressure, and also saw how his stomach sound worst, all sick, and sloshed each time the doctor hit his tummy making it bounce up and down.

Hobo finally relaxed believing it was over, but for his bad luck and frustration his hospital trip was barely beginning. "His stomach is so big, noisy and sick, I couldn't examine him properly, we will need to do, lab examination, imagery examinations, scans, an ultrasound and probably he will need to spend the night, the virus he has is really strong one .

Hobo cried so hard when Yoongi explained his little one, what was needed. He was so sad and afraid, they drew out his blood, his pee and poop were taken in samples to be examined, and the worst part was, he needed to have his stomach naked under some strange machine that was the x-rays, then his stomach was scanned with a noisy machine, and finally Seokjin ultrasound his tummy, the baby boy had his tummy so big, the ultrasound looks if he was expecting a child, from how huge his poor stomach was.

He spend all the rest pf the afternoon and night, with bad diarrhea, vomits, horrible noisy, bassy, smelly and rotten farts. His gassy belly was producing a lot of air and gas inside so he looked like a balloon the next day.

He cry so much, and Yoongi remained by his side, rubbing his baby boy's tum-tum softly, giving it kisses. Cleaning him from diarrhea or vomit episodes, and trying to make him eat or drink water.

Like that the baby spend other morning and in the afternoon he was finally left to go home. Still with a lot of medicine, with the strongest intestinal viral infection he had ever had. But with sweet Yoongi taking care of him.

The end.

[min-yunki-agustd]

Writing Request!

Thanks For the request! I conbinded two of your request so this will be part one.

TW: emeto, nausea, mentions of V****

Sickie: Taehyungie

Caretaker: Yoongi

Word Count:1k+

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Part : One

It was late, Taehyung was in their bed, he'd decided to hop into bed early tonight. Something about dinner wasn't sitting right in his stomach. Maybe he'd eaten too much? yoongi hyung was feeding him a lo during dinner. He was resting on his side scrolling on Twitter when he felt the bed behind him dip. He heard a grown that he knew had to be yoongi. He turned off to see Yoongi hyung laying stiff in his bed playing on his phone. Tae assumes this is his way of spending time with him. Tae turns over and rests his head on his hyung. They stay like that for a while until Taehyung begins to complain to his hyung about his stomach. " do you think you might have had too much to eat ?" Yoongi asks the younger. " I'm not sure but it hurrrttts" tae whines. " come here?" yoongi invites him to scoot closer." taehyung flintches when Yoongies icy pale fingers make contact with his skin. " did I hurt you?" Yoongni asks somewhat concerned. " no" you hands are freezing" tae says pouting. " oh " yoongi says he takes his hand and balls them into a fist against his lips. He blows into them. attempting to warm his hands. He tries again to take a tummy. being as gentle as possible. he gently glides his long boney fingers across the younger's belly. For a while, tae hyung felt nice. The longer they lay on taehyungs bed the more uncomfortable he begins to feel. his hyung notices. " have you tried using the bathroom?" yoongi asks. ' no" tae says pouting again. " go try Tae-tae" Taheyung slowly rises from the bed. He quickly puts a hand on his middle. Gravity swishes his stomach around. nausea hit him like a bus as soon as he started moving his stomach felt like a ton of bricks in a washing machine. huddled over he shimmed to the bathroom. As soon as he sees the toilet he gags and he has to race to it. He retches loudly.

Yoongi sits up slightly confused and definitely concerned. yoongi calls out to tae. " Taehyungie? " Tae can't respond his mouth is full of sick and he's desperately trying not to make a mess. Taehyung retches hard in response to his hyung. He's instantly hit with dizziness and he squats down and aims for the toilet. Yoongi gets up and walks over to the bathroom. yoongi enters the bathroom to see taehyung shivering and shaking over the toilet. loud retches echo all around. Yoongi steps inside. He sits on the bathtub adjacent to the toilet. he rubs Taes back until the choking noises slow to a stop. once Taehyung's able to stop being sick he rests his body on his hyung. " want to go lay down?",yoongi asks. Taehyung lurches forward with a dry gag. Nothing came up. He rests back on his hyung. Yoongni was about to ask again but Taehyung shook his head yes. Yoongi rose from where he sat and gently helped tae off the floor. Taehyung felt weak, nauseous, dizzy, and cold. He shivered in his hyungs arms. once they were back to taehyungs bed yoongi checked his temperature. with the back of his palm. taehyung was boiling hot and shivering. He helped taehyung under the cover and left out of the room to get some meds and a thermometer. Taehyung groaned in pain due to the aching in his stomach. yoongi came back with two different types of medicnie and a thermometer. "this one is for your stomach and fever and this one is for nausea. Tahyung didn't care who did it he just wanted the pain to stop. The first medicine he was given was a pill he washed down with water the second was a little harder to get down. He gagged a bit, and yoongi instantly pulled out a trash can from thin air. Or maybe yoongi hand it the whole time taehyung didn't know. after gagging three times and looking as though the medicine would come back up he managed to get it down.

He rests his head on his pillow. He slept for a while. In what he thought to be his dreams his stomach swirled and he threw up. it was only after he opened his eyes did he realize that he threw up half asleep. Yoongi was there cleaning up the sick off of his blanket-covered legs. yoongi handed him the trash can again and then ripped the blanket off the bed. Taehyung whined and complained. he was shivering. " I know I know, but I have to throw this in the washing machine. I'll come back with a new blanket. Taehyung stayed there on the bed cold achy and stuck puking into a bucket that was slowly filling up. When yoongi came back and taehyung finally stopped throwing up, yoongi threw another comforter over the sickly younger. 'yoongi asked if he wanted his stomach rubbed again and tae shook his head fast at the question. This time yoongi's hands were delightfully warm. Yoogni could tell the younger middle was slightly swollen and irritated. Yoongi must have pressed down too hard because taehyung groaned and pushed his hand off. " are you ok tae?" yoongi asked afraid he might have hurt the other. " yeah stomach just turning." he says. Taehyung slowly drifts off to sleep. Yoongi last back on the bed figuring he should try to catch some zzz's as well. Sleep when the baby sleeps people always say, he thinks to himself. Unfortunately, they didn't sleep for long before taehyung woke up with a lot of stomach pain. Yoongni had tae describe it and make sure his appendix wasn't rupturing. It was when Taheyung hiccupped and gagged when yoongi helped to taehyung and asked," Do you need the bathroom?" yoongi keeps calm. tae's only response is another hiccup. Yoongi asked again getting slightly worried. taehyung shook his head hand still clinging to his face. Taehyung was looking kinda green and dizzy now. Yoongi reached over again and grabbed the trash can for tae to use. Taehyung quickly releases his hand into it and retched hard. his entire body would roll with each retch making him feel even worse with the movement. He threw up for a very long time before being able to rest back on the bed. His entire body ached at that point. The bout of nausea finally lowered a bit and he was able to take another nap. Yoongi stayed at his side offering stomach and back rubs and letting him know he would be alright. This time yoongi couldn't really go back to sleep, he worried about what in the world taehyung eat to make him that sick. If it was the food would yoongi become just as sick? They had eaten the same foods yoongi was fed taehyung practically the entire dinner. yoongi put his worries aside and focused on taehyung. He checked his phone it was 5 o'clock in the morning he figured he'd check the laundry, rest here and then make tae some to eat before calling out of work when tae woke up.

Morning came, and the sun warm sun hitting taehyung's face woke him. he found yoongi at his side. " good morning sickly" yoongi says. "do you feel well enough to take a shower?" yg asked. Taeyhung shook his head. He was lying but he really wanted to brush the sick out of his mouth and tho clean off his sweaty body. " ok then I'll get you some breakfast cooking while you do that. " don't push yourself too hard take your time" yg says before rising off the bed and heading the for kitchen. taehyung does as he's told. He takes a minute to stare at the ceiling, waiting for his stomach to settle down before rising off the bed. He slowly makes his way to the bathroom. In the kitchen, yoongi cuts up carrots as chicken broth boils on the stovetop. He's somewhat delighted when he hears the shower turn on in the other room. Assuming tae made it to the bathtub safely. Once tae hyung finished taking a shower he turns off the water. He has to stop and steady himself for a moment when vertigo hits him randomly. He gathers himself, grabs a towel, and sits in front of the toilet. A strong wave of nausea hit him and figured he'd rather sit in front of the toilet than make a mess on the floor. He sits for a while waiting for something to happen. another ever comes and he slowly rises back to his feet. he sat there for so long that he had completely air-dried off minus his hair. He slowly waddles back to his room to find clean clothes for him. He puts them on and climbs back into bed weakly. Once he was settled he felt as tho he'd run a marathon. Yoongni comes into the room "Food ready would you like to eat it on the couch?" he asks. " sure" taehyung says keeping his responses short. " ok, I'll meet you there ' yg answers. Yoognni runs out of the room to the kitchen. Tae swings his legs off the bed and makes his way toward the kitchen. he's not even halfway across the room when he is struck with a surprise bout of nausea. he hits the floor throwing up on the tiles. Yoongi heard the crash and runs back int to Teahyung's room. As if it were perfect timing the producer yg was supposed to be working with today calls him up. He answers and explains his situation the conversation is short due to the producer being able to hear taehyung gagging and retching in the background. He told yg he completely understood and would inform their boss of the situation.

Once the phone call ended yg was able to give his full attention to take. he helped tae sit up and when he was done puking his soul up yoongi clean the younger off and cleaned up the floor. yoongi keep a closer eye on him from that point making sure he was alright to get around. taehyungs stomach settled enough to eat some of the soup yoongi had ready for him in the living room and they rested there for the rest of the day watching tv.

[sickonthedancefloor]

If you’re doing it, Jimin + 5 👉🏻👈🏻

Sickie: Jimin Caretaker: Yoongi, Namjoon Content: 5. Jimin + Sick/Ache

Not me digging up two 6 month old prompts?

Jimin’s on vocal rest until the concert and he hates it. He’s come down with a cold, just four days before their first concert leg, and they have to finish their final rehearsal. It’s full steam ahead; they’re in the big practice room, they have all of their dancers, and they just spent the past hour and a half fine-tuning a few of the more unnatural song transitions.

All they had left was the full rehearsal. Two and a half solid hours of going through with mics, placement, and dancing. They’re taking twenty minutes to stretch and hydrate, and then go-time. Usually, Jimin loves these moments, the excitement of getting to see their hard work come together. But he feels drained; his right calf is burning, and he just feels sore. He’s not sure why, but he’s sure it’s just because he’s rundown. Everyone’s letting him be, and Jimin hates it a little. He wants to do this for ARMY, but he wants to rest.

Yoongi squats in front of him, handing him a water bottle. “Stay hydrated,” he instructs gently.

Jimin thanks him with a smile and a nod. Vocal rest means not talking as much as possible, and they’ve all suffered through it at least once; they’re used to nods and physical affection as replacements for verbal responses.

But what surprises Jimin is that Yoongi also pulls a beanie from… somewhere. (Did he carry it? He’s wearing his own…) And he pulls it gently over Jimin’s head, tucking his hair on the side to keep his fringe from poking him in the eyes. Yoongi adjusts it gently to cover his ears, smiling when he decides Jimin looks warm enough. He ushers Jimin to sip at the water, and the young vocalist drinks the water, feeling a little warm from the gesture.

Yoongi doesn’t leave, only shifting to sit down to sip at his own water.

A few moments later, and Namjoon heads over with a small box. He hands it to Yoongi, reaches down to pat Jimin’s shoulder, then hurries back to the front to talk to the choreographer. The smaller rapper just takes a moment to open the box, sliding out a blister pack of cold medication. He hands Jimin a dose, then a different painkiller.

“Take these, okay?” he says softly. “This should get you through practice, okay?”

Jimin nods. His eyes water, feeling suddenly overwhelmed; what did he do to deserve his hyung? Yoongi doesn’t even seem phased, just reaching a hand up to brush away a falling tear from his cheek.

“Aww, Chim… you’re okay. Don’t cry, hyung hasn’t even kicked our asses yet.”

That has Jimin smiling a little. He swallows the pills down, but with a heavy sniffle, he can’t help the tears escape his cheeks. Yoongi just shifts to sit next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He doesn’t say anything else, merely encouraging Jimin to sip when he manages to calm his tears.

Even though he feels crummy, he knows he can get through practice. His hyung’s going to make sure of it.

[setsuuestsu]

Feveruary Day 2

Prompt: Burning Up then Freezing Cold

Sickie: Hoseok | Caretaker: Yoongi

Word Count: 294

The dancer tosses and turns in his bed. The blankets are tossed haphazardly in a pile at the bottom of the bed because even though it’s the middle of winter and it’s like -2 degrees Celsius outside, it’s boiling inside the apartment. He had opened the windows a couple hours ago, but it wasn’t helping at all.

“Yoon,” he murmurs. “turn off the heat please.”

His boyfriend pokes a head into the bedroom they share, then curses. “Seok, the heat’s not even on.” Then Yoongi stops, glancing at Hoseok’s sad, prone form laying on the bed. “Hey, are you feeling alright?”

“No.” Hoseok chokes out, feeling like he’s about to cry. His body feels so strange, like he’s really out of it or something.

Yoongi’s face morphs into a frown. “Baby, baby, don’t cry.”

The tears are already falling now, not because he’s sad, not because he’s upset, but he really doesn’t know. The mattress dips down slightly as Yoongi takes him into his firm arms and hugs him. He instinctively leans into Yoongi and shivers slightly. He’s cold now, and he wants the windows shut. He voices the thought to Yoongi, who hums and places a hand on Hoseok’s forehead. 

“You have a fever, love. That’s why your senses are all over the place.”

Hoseok rubs his eyes. The fever definitely explains a lot. 

The bed frame creaks softly as Yoongi lays Hoseok down again. The younger feels a blanket draped around his shivering body and he feels a little better, like he was being wrapped in a hug. Then, Yoongi lay down next to him, lifting Hoseok’s head so that it was laying on his chest. Yoongi is so warm.

He drifts off, knowing that everything will be okay in the morning.

[comfortjoonie]

Namjoon -- Sick at Comeback

Here it is! I hope you all like it. Leave a comment and let me know what you think. <3

Namjoon blows out a slow, deep breath as he puts his mic around his ear.  He’s had a long day of feeling nauseous and feverish.  “Joon?” Hoseok says, putting his hand on Namjoon’s back.  “You feeling alright?  You look pale…”

  Namjoon nods.  “I feel a little sick to my stomach…but I should be fine.”  He starts to stand up and Hoseok puts a hand over his forehead.  

“You feel so d*mn warm Joonie, maybe you should sit this one out?” Hoseok says.  Jungkook walks into the room.

“Everything ok?” he asks, looking at Joon’s sweaty face.  “Hyung?”

“He’s sick,” Hoseok says.  “Poor thing has a fever.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow.  “I can do it,” he says.

“There’s no shame if you can’t–”

“--I can, though.”  Namjoon uses his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“Well, we’re coming out now, okay?”  Namjoon nods at Jungkook’s words and walks up the stairs to the main area behind the curtain.  Suddenly, he feels a pain in his stomach and winces, Hoseok watching.

“Joon…”

“Hyung, it’s o-ok…” Namjoon stutters, putting his hair behind his ear.  But it wasn’t ok, he felt like he could puke at any moment.

“Now, hyung~!” Jungkook said, grabbing Namjoon’s hand and pulling him out.  The bright lights make Namjoon’s nausea double, and he puts a hand on Hoseok for support.  He walks slowly to the front of the stage and listens to Yoongi’s speech before hearing the music start.  “D*mn…” he mumbles as he tries to find his place.

When Taehyung starts singing, Namjoon’s body goes into autopilot and he does all the choreography he’s worked so hard on for months.  His chest feels tight and he can’t breathe properly.  When his verse comes on, he mumbles the lyrics enough to make the backtrack sound fuller, but the backtrack does most of the work for him.  At the end of the take, he all but collapses onto the floor in front of the whole audience, facing his back to them with his head on his knees.  He’s trying to catch his breath when he feels Jin’s warm hand on his back.

“Joonie, baby, what’s wrong?” Jin asks in a hushed tone.  Namjoon feels a tear pricking at the corner of his eye.

“I…” he gasps for air.  “I can’t…”

“Joonie, calm down.”  All the members are gathered around the leader now.

Namjoon suddenly feels the urge to vomit and springs up to rush to the nearest toilet.  His legs are shaky but they carry him to the bathroom.  He’s too slow to shut the door before Seokjin is inside with him, and he barely manages to get the toilet lid up before he’s gagging and coughing up the little he could eat for breakfast.  Seokjin rubs his back and tells him not to cry, but Namjoon is already sobbing from the embarrassment and pain of it all.  He finally finishes and flushes the toilet, then shuts the lid and rests his face on it.

“Oh, Joonie, come on, that’s not sanitary.  Let’s get you home…”  Namjoon has started shivering from the fever.  “Someone get him a blanket!” Seokjin calls, and a few moments later Hoseok returns with a blanket that Seokjin wraps Namjoon in.

“You poor thing,” Hoseok mutters, hugging Namjoon and letting him warm up a bit.  “We should get him home,” Hoseok says.

“Bad news,” Jungkook says.  “Since we’re on the left side of the stage and the door is on the right, the only way to get him across is to walk him across the stage in front of the fans…”

Namjoon’s breathing picks up with a panic, but Seokjin soothes him.  “It’s okay Joonie.  We’ll just be honest and tell the fans you weren’t feeling well.  It’s ok.  Just breathe…” Seokjin rubs circles into Namjoon’s back and uses his thumb to wipe the tears from Namjoon’s eyes.

“Taehyung is already on it,” Jungkook says.  “He’s telling the fans that Namjoon has to go home.  Can you walk, Joonie?  A company car is waiting…”

Namjoon nods.  “I need help, though…” Jungkook instantly links arms with Namjoon and Seokjin takes his other arm.  They start walking up to the stage when Namjoon hears the crowd chanting,

“Kim Namjoon!  It’s okay!” over and over again.  When he walks into their sight, applause deafens him and he winces at the sound.  Taehyung shushes the crowd.  Namjoon can’t bring himself to show his face to the audience, so he turns away slightly so they can only see his hair and cheek.  He walks slowly with everyone else as the crowd continues to chant his name, a bit quieter.  He feels completely surrounded with love.  The members help him into a company car, and Seokjin gets in with him.

“You five keep performing.  I have the least lines and the most love for Joonie so I’ll go with him.”

“Most love for Joonie?” Jungkook’s jaw drops.  “How could you say that when I’m right here and he’s my idol?”

“How can either of you say that when I’m here and he’s my soulmate?” Hoseok asks playfully.  Namjoon smiles a little bit.

“We can discuss this later,” laughs Seokjin.  “We’ll see you all in a few hours.”

  All the members wave goodbye to Seokjin and Namjoon as the car pulls away.  Only five minutes into the ride, Namjoon is sleeping on Seokjin’s lap.

Seokjin pets his hair.  “You’re so cute like this Joonie…”  Sometimes he wished his Joon would get sick more often so he could cuddle him like this.  But he wouldn’t say that when Namjoon was feeling so bad.

Seokjin rubbed Namjoon’s back.  It was an hour-long drive.  He had plenty of time to go to sleep…but first..

Seokjin snapped a picture of Namjoon resting peacefully and sent it to the group chat before dozing off with his arm protecting Namjoon.

[sickiesope]

Heyy<3 I hope it‘s okay if I request something✨ Could you write a sick, sleepy and moody Namjoon who is also on the verge of tears anytime someone raises their voice or when he feels overwhelmed. They are just done with a concert and all members are in their rooms (Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi share a room) Maybe Jin and Yoongi are the caretakers? Only an idea;) Have a wonderful time and thank you so much!!!

This request is from awhile back, sorry for the wait anon! I wrote this fic during a rainstorm!

Sensory overload

Sickie: Namjoon

Caretakers: Jin and Yoongi

TW: very light emeto near end

Namjoon seems to get sick at the absolute worst of times.

The guys just finished a concert and Namjoon is exhausted. He's been on edge all night and can barely stand it anymore. His entire body hurts and he's had an ongoing headache. He pushed through the entire concert, feeding off the energy of army. It worked well and he was able to forget about the pain briefly.

When it's over his ears are ringing and his head throbbing. It's starting to affect his mood. Everyone is talking to him but he can barely comprehend anything. Jungkook and Jimin were both at the same time, trying to get his attention. Hoseok was asking him about his upcoming solo music. Their manager trying to arrange plans for next week. It's all too much at once and he's overstimulated.

Namjoon goes back to his dressing room. He wishes he had it to himself but he's sharing it with Seokjin and Yoongi. Part of him wants to just ask if he could be alone in it but he doesn't want to kick them out and seem rude.

Yoongi comes in and opened the door louder than expected. It frightens Namjoon

"Ugh...please...not so loud.." the leader whimpers to himself. Every little noise freaks him out.

Jin's can of hairspray falls down along with makeup and other things. The noise of it all agitates Namjoon further. "Oh my god.."

Namjoon sits at the table burying his face in his arms. His social battery ran out long ago. He sighs and closes his eyes, feeling like he can sleep on the spot.

"Namjoon, wake up. We're not done yet!" Jin gives his shoulder a light shake. The gesture startles Namjoon and he yelps slightly.

Seokjin looks at him weirdly. "Joonah?"

Namjoon's face flushes. What in the world was that? He gets up and promptly leaves the room, wanting to be left alone. He takes off his ear piece and the mic off his shirt. He wants to take his shirt off too, he's still sweating from the show but keeps it on.

Namjoon just paces back and forth in the hallway trying to walk off his anxiety. His headache is getting worse and his stomach feels a bit upset. He avoids the gaze of anyone looking at him, not wanting to engage in conversation. It's nothing against them, Namjoon himself is just having a hard time. All he wants right now is his bed in a dark isolated space. He sees Taehyung and Jungkook start walking his way. He quickly turns around and retreats back to his room.

Namjoon accidentally knocked over the coat hanger, creating more mess and noise. "Ughh, I can't take it anymore!" Namjoon sighs heavily.

"Joonah, what's got you so worked up?" Yoongi asks him calmly. The older can sense the stress on him from a mile away.

Namjoon runs to the trash bin in the corner. He stands over it holding his middle with a distressed face. He gags slightly and spits up a small mouthful. "Ugghh.."

"Joonah! Are you okay??" Jin runs to his aid.

Namjoon wanted to shoo him away but he actually likes the comfort of his hyung's voice.

Seokjin and Yoongi help him to the couch. They take the trash can with them and a box of tissues.

"I'm exhausted hyung" Namjoon whines "everything hurts and I feel sick.."

Yoongi furrows his brows with worry, gently patting his back.

"I just, w-wanna go h-home" Namjoon chokes between sobs.

"It's okay Joonah, we're going home now. The night's over."

Seokjin and Yoongi look at him with great sympathy. Jin gets Namjoon to lie back and gives the leader a shoulder massage. His strong hands feel amazing digging into his sore tense muscles.

[mikrokoskooks]

when ur request are open, can i request jin with a high fever and yoongi caretaker? tysm <3

Hi, thank you for the request :) sorry that it's taken so long hopefully it's to your liking.

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After a long day of work, all Yoongi wanted was to go to sleep, 6 hours of dance rehearsal, 2 company meetings and 3 hours of recording can really tire a guy out. Luckily for him, it's all over he and he can finally rest. The rapper checks the time on his phone, It's 10:55 pm he switches off the device and starts to drift off.

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It'd been a few hours since Yoongi finally managed to fall asleep but he's suddenly startled out of his nap by a rustling sound. Probably Seokjin, looking for something or shutting the bathroom door maybe. When he turns on his bedside light, however, it's not what he expected.

Seokjin was on the other side of the room twisting and turning uncomfortably in his bedsheets, his cheeks looked flushed and his head was slightly sweaty. Yoongi gets up and goes over to the vocalist's bed, "Hyung are you okay? Are you having a nightmare?" He asks.

"Yoongi...? Is that you?" Jin mumbles before letting out a small whimper that almost shatters the younger boy's heart. "I don't feel very well"

"Why, what's wrong?"

Jin lets out a shaky breath, wiping his forehead before he speaks, "My head hurt Yoongs, and my stomach feels so upset"

"Wait here," Yoongi says softly walking over to the medicine cabinet and grabbing a thermometer, he places it gently under his hyung's tongue. Before his temperature is read a small burp travels up the oldest's throat unfortunately more than air comes up

Seokjin kicks off his covers and runs to the bathroom managing to collapse in front of the toilet just in time. He gags painfully bringing up a torrent of sick It hits the toilet bowl making an awful splattering sound.

Yoongi sits behind him rubbing his back and stomach till he's finished. "Do u think you can handle the thermometer this time?" Seokjin nods, he thinks he can at least. The machine beeps revealing the cause of Jin's problems. "39 degrees, that's pretty high... I think you've caught the flu or something hyung"

The vocalist only nods sleepily in response before whispering "Yoongi I'm tired."

"I know hyung, I know let me take you back to bed okay" Yoongi helps Seokjin up and guides him back to his bed tucking him back under his covers. After doing so Yoongi goes to the bathroom and wets a washcloth to bring down Jin's fever, he also brings some fever reducers to help as well.

"Here you go," He says placing the cloth on the sick man's forehead, "Sit up so u can take these yeah"

Jin does as he's told and takes the medicine. He smiles slightly and pulls Yoongi into weak hug. "Thanks for taking care of me Yoongichi, I love you"

Yoongi's heart is filled with joy at his hyung's cuteness, he truly hopes he'll feel better tomorrow. "Anytime hyung and I love you too"

He gets ready to move away but Jin has already fallen asleep in the hug. He'd never dare to pull his sick hyung of off him so he guesses he's stuck hugging him to sleep all night.

Not a problem at all. x

[crystalsnow95z]

so i actually dreamed this other night lol. could u do something with early bts (2013-14) and they’re at the airport for whatever reason, and jk starts feeling really sick but tries to endure/wait it out thinking it’s just nerves. he feels even worse and starts panicking and tells jin he thinks he’s gonna puke. jin just rushes him to a bathroom and jk starts puking really hard and crying. jin just holds him and comforts him cuz he’s never seen jk in such a state. the rest can be up to u :)

Oh gosh.. I usually don't use a certain timeline and ive never actually been on a plane..so this will be a challenge. I hope its accurate 😅

Sorry it took so long. I hope you haven't forgotten about your request 😅

This is our first time performing outside of Korea..I've been studying the Japanese lyrics but I'm still so nervous..my stomach hurts like crazy..

Jungkook leans his head on Taehyung's shoulder, trying to discretely rub his knotting abdomen. "I'm so scared, Taehyung-sii.." He whispers, confiding in the second youngest.

"It's okay Jungkook-ah.. we spent all night going over the lyrics together, and we got the moves down pact. There's nothing to worry about." Taehyung takes his hand, giving it a squeeze. "Do you want to go over them again?"

Jungkook shakes his head. "I don't want to lose my voice.. my throats already a bit sore.."

"Is Junggukkie okay?" Jin asks when he sees the youngest huddled close to Taehyung.

"Yeah he's okay. He's just nervous about tomorrow." Taehyung answers for him.

"You'll do fine Jungkook-ah. We've been practicing for months. You did it perfectly yesterday." Namjoon reassures him.

"Right.. thanks, Hyung.." Jungkook gives him a smile, but despite not feeling as nervous, his stomach still gurgled uncomfortably. The car came to a stop, Jin opening the door to lead them through the airport, everyone trailing behind.

They weren't big enough to use the private entrance, but they still had fans calling for them. He bowed to every single one of them, but each time he folded over his middle, he only ached more. I have to get used to all these eyes on me..

He grabbed onto the back of Yoongi's backpack holding the small strap tightly in his hand, temporarily blinded by one of the camera flashes he accidentally looked right into.

Yoongi takes his hand, leading him to get his passport checked. "You okay, Jungkook?"

Jungkook nods. "I'm okay. There are too many flashes..That's all." he presented his passport and ticket to the airport staff, trying to focus on the staff in front of him.

"Could you lower your face mask?" The woman asks politely.

Jungkook takes it off one ear, startled by a scream when he does this, several more flashes go trying to get a clear shot of his face. He grabs onto his closest hyung, gripping their shirt sleeve. All the attention was making him feel queasy.

"You okay Jungkook-ah?" Hoseok asks when he feels the younger grab him. He didn't mind it, wrapping his hand around Jungkooks. "You're sweating.. take your passport back, and we'll get settled on the plane."

Jungkook nods, turning to the lady who took it. "Is it okay?"

"Yes, all is well. Here you go. Have a safe flight." She smiles, holding out the passport. Jungkook's hands shook when he grabbed it, quickly putting it back into his carry on.

Jungkook tried to wait quietly for everyone to get their documents checked, but his stomach churned violently,making him feel weak. His knees threatened to buckle underneath him. I can't do this..

Jungkook urgently pulled on the eldest, trying to get his attention. "Hyung.. Jin..I..I don't feel good.. please?" He pulls aggressively on his sleeve, making him lose balance.

"Thank you Sir.."Jin puts his face mask back in place,quickly bowing to the man helping him and taking his passport back and turning to Jungkook. 'What's wrong Jungkook-ah?"

Jungkook holds his middle, his stomach giving another painful grumble, the acid trying to rise up. "I'm..I'm gonna be sick.. Hyung I need.." a wet burp stopped his words, clamping his hand over the face mask. "Hyung.." Jungkook whimpers, his doe eyes watering.

"Okay. Dont panic, i got you.."Jin starts pulling Jungkook through the airport, trying to spare him from getting sick in front of all those people.

"Hyung, where are you going?" Namjoon called to him with confusion when Jin doesn't slow down."That's the wrong way Hyung.."

"I need to take care of Kook. You take the others. I'll catch up." Jin quickly calls back, dragging his ailing dongsaeng through the crowd. Jungkook clung to his arm for support, swallowing down the bile that filled his throat. "I know, I know.. we're almost there, honey.." Jin cooed, pushing through the crowd until he finally found the bathroom.

Jungkook was trembling with effort, struggling to get his body to keep moving. He wanted to tell Jin to slow down, the quick pace only making him feel worse, but he knew the moment he opened his mouth to speak, he'd throw up.

As soon as Jin slowed down to check for an empty stall, Jungkook felt the hot sick push its way up, unable to swallow it down. Jungkook felt the warmth fill up the face mask, gagging again at the smell.

"Sh*t..Jungkook-ah.." Jin pulls him into the nearest stall, removing the soiled face mask from his face and discarding it.

Jungkook dropped to his knees in front of the toliet, Jin hardly having time to lift the seat before the next wave hit the younger. He heaved loudly, the contents of his stomach pushing up and spraying the back of the toliet. "I..I'm sorry Hyung.." he sobbed in-between gags, splashing more sick into the toliet.

Jin kneeled next to Jungkook, rubbing his back to try to comfort him. "You're really sick baby, it's okay. You don't have to be sorry for being sick. It's not your fault."

"Seokjinnie-hyung! Jungkook-ah! We need to get on the plane. There's not much time left until take off we need to go." Hoseok called urgently, looking for them, freezing when he heard Jungkook bleaching up more sick.

The flight.. the tour.. I can't be sick right now.. I'll let my hyungs down.. they trusted me to be lead vocals.. I'm letting them down..

Jungkook's stomach rippled with guilt, his breath coming out more ragged as panic set in. He tried to hold the sick down and rise to his feet, but it just erupted out of him anyway, his legs shaking violently. He hardly made a few inches off the cold tile floor before his legs become jello again, unable to support him

"Jungkook-ah it's okay, it's okay. Don't try to get up. Just let it all out.." Jin reassures Jungkook, feeling his spine arching as another round of sickness hits him,holding his bangs back as more undigested rice hits the water.

"Hoeseok-ah go on without us. T-tell the others Jungkook is too sick right now.." Jin tried to keep his voice steady, cursing himself when hears it shaking,stammering over words. He needed to be strong for the younger members.

Hoseok covered his mouth, his stomach churning at the sound of Jungkook. He wouldn't let his weak stomach win, swallowing down the bile that tried rising. I can't get sick now, Hyung needs me to tell the others... "Okay, I'll tell them. Do you need anything?"

"Focus on the flight, please? I'll take care of Jungkook.." Jin sends J-hope away, focusing all his attention to Jungkook. "Don't cry,hey.. it's okay. No one blames you. Please, Junggukkie, you need to calm down. You're only making it worse.."

Jungkook clenched the porcelain bowl tighter, his knuckles turning white. He tried to obey, but every time he tried to take a deep breath, more bile rose in his throat. "It..it..hurts Hyung.."

"I know baby.. I know.." Jin's heart thumped wildly in his chest, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. He had no idea how to calm down the mankae. I've never seen him so sick before.. he's sweating so much, I think he's running a fever.. what do I do? Should I have told Hoba to get help?

Jin tried gently rubbing Jungkook's stomach to try to give him some relief from the pain, feeling his muscles tightening underneath his palm as they pushed up another mouthful of thick bile. Jungkook whimpered, trembling in Jin's arms.

Does it hurt more when I touch him? Jin pulls away, going back to gently scratching up and down Jungkook's back. "It's okay, it's okay.. Hyungie is here, I got you.."

"You..you're g..na m..mi..s..the f..flig..ght.." Jungkook spoke in soft hiccupy sobs, Jin hardly able to understand him."I..i..t..m..f..au..t."

"Jungkook don't worry about that. I chose to stay with you. We'll figure that out when you're better. Right now all I care about is you. You need to breathe, you're gonna pass out.. please.. you need to stop crying..it's not the end of the world." Jin reassures the mankae, keeping his voice calm.

Jungkook nods, his body swaying. Each deep breath made his muscles scream with pain, clenching his teeth with a moan. He takes another deep breath, feeling his lungs fill with air that he desperately needed.

"That's it.. Good, good.. ah..are you gonna be sick again? It's okay.." Jin coos softly, smoothing out Jungkook's hair.

Jungkook shook his head, dry heaving with a whimper. He leans against Jin, trying to get warmth from the older member."I'm..i'm okay.." I..I don't have anything left in my stomach. It hurts. Make it stop.

Jin wraps around Jungkook, trusting him not to get sick on him, gently rubbing his stomach hesitating until he feels Jungkook softly sigh, gently circling his abs with more confidence. "Do you feel a little better now?"

"It hurts to breathe.. my stomach hurts.." Jungkook whimpered, his voice coming out as a raspy whisper. "And..I'm cold.."

"We need to get you out of that wet shirt..here Gukkie, sit up just for a minute okay?" Jin gently helps him sit up. "Arms up honey."

Jungkook lifts up his arms, Jin tugging the shirt over his head and quickly taking off his jacket and gently leading the younger’s arms into the sleeves, zipping it up.

"There..is that better Gukkie?" Jin asks, pushing Jungkook's hair out of his face.

The maknae nods, looking for his phone to check the time, eyes tearing up when he sees they missed the flight. Jin takes it away from him. "Th..the flight.."

"No Gukkie. Don't worry about that." Jin scolds softly, kissing his forehead. "I'll get us there. I promise. Just take it easy.."

Jungkook buries his face in Jin's shoulder. "I'm sorry.." He sniffles, trying to control himself. "I-I'm sorry.."

"Aiigo..it's okay.. I'm not upset. No one's upset with you. We'll just call the company and see what to do. Okay?" Jin hugs him close to him, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jungkook nods, sniffling to try to avoid getting snot all over Jin. "I..I think I'm..I'm okay now.. thanks for staying with me.."