#hobi sickfic

[setsuuestsu]

Feveruary Day 15: Guiding sickie back to bed

Sickie: Hoseok | Caretaker: Yoongi

Word Count: 702

Notes: Figure Skater! Hoseok in this one … lowk I think of his 2022 W Korea shoot for this one. He was so AHHHH

It hadn’t been too surprising when Hoseok had come down with the flu. It was cold out, flu season, and he had been working so hard recently, traveling around to compete and meeting many new people. And God, the competition outfits his stylist had put him in had absolutely no insulation from the cold

So when he had come back to Korea red-nosed and sniffly, dropping his skates by the door and his suitcase in the hallway, Yoongi had jumped at the chance to cuddle with Hoseok.

“Hyung, please do not lay in that bed with him.” Namjoon pleads when he comes by Yoongi and Hoseok’s apartment to drop off some of Seokjin’s soup, cold medication, some cough drops, and a box of tissues per Hoseok’s request. “You of all people are definitely not immune. Everyone knows for a fact that you’re going to get sick too.”

But with the glare that Yoongi had shot Namjoon, his friend slash coworker only ends up dropping his sandwich onto the floor scurrying off in fear yapping gibberish that Yoongi can only barely make out and Yoongi continues to lay with Hoseok, spooning the younger and making sure he feels warm and safe and loved.

He’s definitely warm with that fever, Yoongi muses. Hoseok’s fever had reached nearly 39 degrees earlier.

However, that night, when Yoongi rolls over, he notices the spot in the bed next to him is empty.

“Seok?” he calls, hoping that the younger is just using the bathroom and will return to bed soon.

There’s no response so he waits another moment.

After that moment, there’s still no sound, so Yoongi rolls out of bed, only a little harshly, as he rolls himself so hard that he ends up tangled in the blankets and falls quite ungracefully to the floor.

When he finally gets himself unwrapped from the blanket, he exits the bedroom with haste. “Seok-ah, baby, where did you go? Are you alright?”

He checks the bathroom, but the lights are out and there’s no Hoseok in sight. He moves through the hallway and stops once he reaches the living room. There, Hoseok stands, coughing softly as he spins unceremoniously on the balls of his feet.

“Seok-ah…?” Yoongi asks in disbelief. “What are you doing? You should be in bed resting.”

“Look, YoonYoon, I’m doing a triple axel.” Hoseok mumbles feverishly and then faceplants onto the couch. He’s sniffling frequently and most definitely in need of a tissue.

Yoongi immediately hurries to his boyfriend’s side and helps him to his feet. “You dummy, you have a fever. And that triple axel sucked, by the way.”

Hoseok giggles deliriously. “My YoonYoon …”

The elder supports most of Hoseok’s weight, leading him back down the hallway and towards the bedroom. The younger’s legs are like jelly, nearly dragging along on the floor as they walk. “Lay down. I’ll go grab you some more fever reducers.”

Once they reach the bedroom, Yoongi helps prop Hoseok up with a few pillows and kisses Hoseok on the nose, turning to head to the kitchen to find the fever reducers. He doesn’t miss how Hoseok sneezes from the contact, sniffling frantically afterwards. Okay, so making a detour to the bathroom to grab tissues.

When he returns with medicine and tissues and sees that Hoseok has thankfully not tried to get out of bed and is still laying in the same spot, he sighs with relief. He knows the figure skater well enough to know that he usually tries to ignore the fact that he’s ill. A couple of years ago, Hoseok had done a free skate with a pretty bad sinus infection once, which had left Hoseok bedridden for nearly a week afterwards.

He holds a tissue to Hoseok’s nose just in time for the younger to sneeze into it harshly. Once he’s certain that his boyfriend is done, he wipes the mess under Hoseok’s nostrils and throws the tissue into the trash can.

“Night, hyung.” Hoseok murmurs, drifting off before Yoongi can get any medication in him.

Yoongi doesn’t bother correcting Hoseok and telling him that it’s morning. He kisses the skater on his forehead and quietly murmurs a “Get well soon,” into his hair.

[crystalsnow95z]

your allergy fics are so good! would you be able to write one with jungkook? any caretaker, with jungkook coming into contact with something he's terribly allergic to but he wants to enjoy (like a bouquet of flowers or a cute kitten idk) and it sets him off sneezing a ton, with a super itchy nose. thank you!

I have plenty of mostly finished projects, but I can't bring myself to post them, so I keep working on new ones, and after months, I finally made one I like!

"Jaykay...Jungkook-ah.. wake up.. we're landing.." Hoseok shakes the mankae when his gentle approach doesn't work. "Jaykay your face is so puffy.." Hoseok smiles fondly, grabbing Jungkook's face and smooshing his face in between his fingers.

Jungkook moans in complaint, his eyes fluttering open to look at Hoseok. "Hyung..what time is it?" he grabs Hoseok's wrist to get him to stop attacking his cheeks, rubbing at his eyes. "It's morning still?"

"It is..Good morning Junggukkie." Hoseok smiles, feeling pride in successfully getting him to start moving. "It's because of the time difference. Remember?"

Jungkook studies his surroundings perplexed before his eyes widen with recognition when the sleep that fogged his memory dissipates, replaced with excitement. "Oh! I know! We're filming a music video!I'm so excited! We're going to be filming by a real waterfall and going to a garden with hundreds of different flowers and we're going to work with birds!" The memory of the meeting floods over him.

"We're going to get amazing photos. I wonder if we'll get to see a real toucan." Taehyung adds in his own excitement, leaning forward to talk to Jungkook.

"Toucan? Do you really think we can see a real one? I've seen videos of them and they don't look real." Hoseok adds in.

"Everyone, please return to your seats and buckle up." The boys hear the announcement, gathering up their things.

"Namjoon-ah do you have everything?" Yoongi asks, placing his tablet into his bag.

"Of course. You gifted me a holder for my passport after that incident in japan.." Namjoon pulls out the passport that was tucked into his shirt.

"That's because we almost couldn't perform.. you're lucky that man found it in the bathroom for you.. What about your headphones?"

Namjoon opens his airpod case, ears reddening when he sees there's only one inside, feeling around his seat until he finds it. "You knew i lost one didn't you hyung.."

"It fell out when you were sleeping." Yoongi smiles, then gasps in surprise when the turbulence hits, clutching onto the armrest, his stomach churning uncomfortably.

"You okay Yoongi?" Jin asks, taking out his headphones when he feels Yoongi's hand brush against his arm.

"I'm okay, my stomach just fluttered.." Yoongi swallows the saliva that filled his mouth, taking a deep breath. "It'll pass.."

"We're almost on the ground, and we'll have a few hours to rest." Jin reassures the daegu rapper, taking his hand.

"Thanks hyungie.." Yoongi speaks softly, squeezing Jin's hand.

"You don't have to thank me. Just take it easy until the shoot okay?" Jin gently runs his thumb across Yoongi's knuckles.

"We landed!" Jungkook says excitedly, unbuckling himself, but Hoseok puts his hand on Jungkook's thigh.

"Let's wait a bit to get off Kook-ah." Hoseok orders gently side eyeing Yoongi, who still hadn't regained the color in his cheeks.

"Yes hyung..." Jungkook settles back in, eyes sparkling. It doesn't matter if I have to wait. I'll be able to film with the birds and see the waterfall and take pretty photos for army.

"Is everyone finished changing?" Namjoon asks, looking over his team, frowning when he notices Jungkook's darker outfit in comparison to everyone else's vibrant colors."Jungkook, that's the wrong outfit..that's for the garden shoot.."

"Aish..I'm sorry Hyung.." Jungkook quickly starts stripping to switch outfits. "Everything looks so pretty from the carride and the hotel view..I got excited.." he casts his eyes down guiltily. I'm not some teenager anymore.. I need to concentrate and not make such rookie mistakes.. I should've noticed I didn't match..

"It's okay, just pay attention from now on, alright? We need to focus on filming. We only have so much daylight with outside shoots." Namjoon rubs Jungkook's back, helping him get changed to make it quicker.

"I'll pay attention from now on.." Jungkook promises shyly looking away from Namjoon. After switching to match the others in the mankae line, the seven boys leave the dressing room, Jungkook fighting the urge to run towards the sound of the waterfall.

Hoseok and Jimin links arms with Jungkook, keeping him at pace with the others. "Calm down Jaykay you don't want to risk getting hurt on this uneven ground before we even get there." Hoseok scolds him gently, leading him around a tree root.

"I'll be careful, sorry hyung.." Jungkook watches his feet carefully stepping over branches and stones that made it on the path. Taehyung and Namjoon walk ahead of them, taking photos of the scenery in front of them. "Why can't I run free with Rapmonie hyung and Taehyungie-hyungie?"

"What? You don't want to walk with me?" Jimin pouts, letting go of Jungkook. "Fine, go play with them."

"I didn't mean it like that Jimin-shii.. I just wanted to go ahead too.." Jungkook relinks his arm with Jimin pulling him and Hoseok to walk ahead with the others.

"Look Hyung! That tree.. it's filled with birds." Jungkook points our, his voice scaring the birds into fleeing in several directions.

"Kook-ah you scared them away." Namjoon frowns, watching them go with disappointment.

"I'm sor..ah..ah.." Jungkook puts his hand over his nose with an itch forms, breath hitching. "Ah..heygifh!"

"[Bless you]" Jimin speaks in English. "You okay? Not catching a cold are you? You did sleep the whole plane ride.."

"No, no I'm okay..my nose just had a bad itch.."Jungkook sniffles, wiping his nose with the side of his hand. "A feather must've tickled my nose or something..I haven't felt sick today."

"I can see the waterfall!" Jin announces, everyone looking forward, trying to spot it through the trees.

"Oh wow, it's bigger than I thought it would be.." Yoongi's eyes widen when he sees it, the boys rushing to get closer.

Jungkook bends down to take a photo of a cluster of flowers,trying to ignore the itch that annoyed the tip of his nose.

"Don't get too close to the water, Jungkook-ah. You need to stay dry for the shoot."

"I won't hyung..I'm just looking at the flowers.." Jungkook's breath hitches when another sneeze builds up, but he gently rubs it away. I can't be getting sick now.. we're spending four days in a tropical paradise.

"Did you get water in your nose Gukkie?" Taehyung asks when he approaches Jungkook, the younger jumping when he sees Taehyung next to him.

"Aish, Hyung you scared me.. I didn't hear you coming over the water. I don't know what's wrong with me, but .ah..agh..heh'ticgish!" Jungkook quickly covers his face, Taehyung grabbing the back of his shirt to keep him balanced. "Ugh. Thanks Taehyungie-hyung. I was fine earlier..I don't know why I'm sneezing all of a sudden.."

"Maybe it's all the flowers.. maybe you should take some medicine just in case.." Taehyung suggests, pulling Jungkook away from them.

"But I want to get some good shots for Army to see." Jungkook whines, but makes no attempt to pull away.

"We have to work now. We can take photos together later, and I can take photos for you if you can't get close." Taehyung promises leading him back to the others. "Is there any way we can get allergy medicine for Jungkook? His nose is getting red and stuffy.."

"I'm sorry, but we would have to go back to the resort for that.. I'll send someone to go get some. Do you think you can film until then Jungkook-sii?" The manager asks.

"Yes, I'll be okay. It's not that bad. It's just an annoyance.. I can still film.." Jungkook replies politely.

A female staff member digs in her purse, handing him a small packet of tissues. "Here Jungkook. Blowing your nose might help."

"Thanks Noona.." he bows, turning away from the others to try to clear his nose of the clear goo. "That's much better.."

As soon as the seven members get their makeup redone and the director gives them their directions, the boys get right to work going through the scenes and choreography.

"Jimin-ah..you weren't looking in the same direction as the others and you led on the wrong foot.." Hoseok scolds him when they were reviewing the clips, noticing Jimin was looking at Jungkook who couldn't stop sniffling, fighting off the urge to sneeze.

"I'm sorry.. can we do it one more time? I'll get it right this time." Jimin bows in apology to his members, looking at Jungkook when he does it. Jungkookie looks uncomfortable..I need to get it right the first time so he can get some time to rest.

Jungkook tries to hold back another sneeze when he sees Jimin's worried gaze staring back at him, but Jimin could see his nose twitching as the itch builds up.

"Noona will be back soon.." Jimin gently uses his thumb to wipe the tear that formed in Jungkook's tear duct. "You don't have to be tough for us, okay?"

"I'm not crying..my eyes are just watering because of my allergies.." Jungkook sniffles. "I'm okay..it's just irrita..ah..itdgitch! Heh'itchu!"

"Bless you.." Hoseok frowns, hugging Jungkook from behind. "My poor baby.."

"Jungkook-sii I got..you the medicine." The staff member who ran to the resort calls to him, out of breath from running back.

Taehyung rushes over to get the medicine from her, popping the blister pack to get the round pink pill for Jungkook, bringing it back to him. "Here Jungkookie, I got it."

"Thanks Hyung." Jungkook swallows the pill Taehyung gives him, Jimin getting him water to help it go down quicker. "Let's do the shoot again."

"You don't want time for it to kick in?” Jin asks, fretting over the youngest.

Jungkook shakes his head."No, I already got us behind schedule with all the touch ups.. I can do it.."

Jungkook and Taehyung rush ahead of the other members despite the older members calling to them,unable to hear them over the sound of the birds.

"Oh wow.. it's so pretty!" Jungkook's pupils take over his irises, his eyes becoming to round black discs, taking in the special guests for their music video. "Oh wow..This one's purple..I never seen a purple bird before!'

"This is [purple honeycreeper.] This one rescue. I thought he would be perfect for you ." The bird handler smiles when he sees the boys look surprised at his Korean skills.

"[Purple honeycreeper..]" Jungkook repeats the name in English. "[What's bird name?]"

"[Ah, right introductions...] I'm Gary and this bird here is Viola."

"Can I touch?" Jungkook asks, ignoring his body's warning. The medicine helped him yesterday, but at the moment he felt just as bad as he did the first day they were filming.

"Hold out finger." Gary tells him, showing Taehyung what to do by getting Viola to go on his finger. "[Step up Viola.]" He gives the command, letting her climb onto his finger.

The other members catch up, taking in the sights of the colorful birds surrounding them.

Jungkook holds his to Viola, gasping when he feels the bird use its beak to balance herself while she climbs onto his finger. "Look Hyung..i'm holding a bird!" Jungkook sniffles, turning to the man. "Can i pet?"

"As long as you only touch her head and neck." Gary gently ordered.

"You can't touch a bird anywhere else or it will think you want to mate." Yoongi tells Jungkook.

Jungkook turns to the handler, who blushes."Ah, that's true. It.. excites them if you touch its wings or chest too much.."

Jungkook nods, gently touching Viola's head, gently ruffling the feathers. Oh no.. not now..

Jungkook quickly places his hand on Taehyung's shoulder, hoping the bird would have a safe escape from the sneezes he could feel coming despite his efforts to hold them back. "Heh'heh..heygifh! Heh'itchu! Higtcvhsgh!"

Viola screeches, flapping her wings in fear jumping off of Jungkook's hand and jumping onto Taehyung's head, trying to get farther from the sound that startled her.

The other birds go into panic at the sound of viola, Hoseok clinging to Namjoon when they take flight.

Jungkook covers his face,trying to muffle the sound, but when the birds take flight the feeling only worsens. "Hehtichih!"

"[Woah, Woah. It's okay Viola.. it's okay..]" Taehyung tries to speak English for the frightened bird, Gary trying to calm his other pets down.

"Somethings wrong you need to get away.." Jin starts leading Jungkook away from the chaos, his heart racing in fear.

I can't breathe..I need to calm down..

Jungkook staggered away from the others, Jin keeping a tight grip on the mankae"Woah Jungkook I got you.."

"Heh..hehitxgh! Heh'itchu! Hey'itchi!" Jungkook let out another flurry of sneezes, holding Jin tightly. It wasn't the flowers..

"Here Jungkookie, look at me.." Jin gently leads his chin up, taking a nasal spray from the bag he was given as an accessory. "I got this just in case.."

"Thanks hyung.." Jungkook sniffles, taking it from Jin. "Heh'itchii! Hey'itchi!" He sneezes as soon as he puts it near his nose only amplifying the itch that plagued his sinuses.

"Here let hyung do it." Jin gently grabs Jungkook's chin, tilting his head upwards. "Try to sit still for me. I'll make it quick..okay?"

Jungkook nods, holding his breath to try to avoid sneezing on Jin as he swiftly sprays the medicine into one nostril than the other.

"Hei' etfhitch! Heh'itchu!" Jungkook's eyes water as he sneezes. "I'm sorry Hyung.."

"It's okay baby.. I know you aren't feeling well." Jin rubs the back of Jungkook's neck. "I think your allergic to birds Jungkookie.."

"I was around birds before..I was fine.." Jungkook sniffles, rubbing at his nose to try to ease the itch that threatened to cause more sneezes to erupt from him.

"You can develop new allergies Kook-ah.. I know how excited you were to play with them, but outside of filming I think you should avoid them." Jin tells him solemnly.

Yoongi goes up to them with a small packet of tissues,giving it to Jungkook. "They got the birds under control, but they want to give them time to fully calm down."

"That's good. I was worried I ruined the...heh..heh.." Jungkook felt the sneeze building, but it was only a false start. "Ruined the music shoot.." he finishes, his voice coming out as a nasally whisper, trying to clear his nose to see if that would ease the discomfort that was making him miserable.

"It's not your fault, Jungkookie. We could always make changes. What's important is that you don't suffer for the shoot. Even if you push through it, army will be able to see how much you're suffering." Yoongi puts his arm around Jungkook, pulling him close.

"I'll go get the others so we can see what our next move is. We'll figure this out together, okay Kookie?" Jin leaves to the filming site.

"Hyung I really wanted to play with the birds.." Jungkook sighs, knowing that all the members would agree with Jin.

"I know. Life sucks.. now you and Jiminie can suffer together." Yoongi teases him lightly, getting a small smile out of Jungkook.

[dimplessjoon]

Namjoon Stress Fever

@bluepeacelove

God its been forever since i posted. I am so sorry it took so long. I haven't been able to write at all. I don't really like it, but I can't seen to make it any better. Sorry if you find this disappointing. Hopefully you'll be able to somewhat enjoy it. Thank you for requesting.

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“Joon-ah, come on open up.” Jin says knocking on Rkive’s door.

Namjoon opens the door and gets back to working.

“What is it, hyung?” Namjoon asks, eyes focused on the computer screen.

“Gosh, why is it so hot in here, any way, forget about that, just pack up Joonie, we’re going home.” Jin says

“Sorry Hyung, you go on ahead, I still have a lot of work to finish.” Namjoon says his eyes still focused on the screen and his fingers working on the keyboard.

“Namjoon, you haven’t been home in days, and it looks like you haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep forever. You need rest, otherwise you’re gonna get sick.” Jin says

"Hyung, I'm fine, besides I have too much work to finish. I don't have time to rest." Namjoon adds on still focusing on his work.

Jin comes next to him and takes the mouse from his hand saving his work and shutting off his computer.

"Hyung" Namjoon says protesting to what Jin is doing.

"No Namjoon, your health comes first, when was the last time you had a proper meal, or proper rest. I'm not gonna stand by and watch you neglect yourself. We can talk to the management and extend your deadlines. But right now we're going home. " Jin says

"But..." Namjoon says

"No buts, get up we're going home." Jin says holding his hand to get him up, but when he touches it he realizes it's hot.

Jin moves his hand up to touch Namjoon's forehead and gasps.

"Namjoon, you have a fever, see this is why I tell you not to overwork yourself, but since you didn't listen now you're sick. Come on let's get you home and resting." Jin says helping Namjoon up

Namjoon is reluctant for a bit but soon gives up to Jin's wishes knowing he is not gonna back down. And in all honesty, Namjoon himself knows he needs the rest. He feels like shit, his stomach hurts, his whole body aches, he has a terrible migraine and he feels way too cold. Now, it makes sense that he has been having all these symptoms since he has a fever.

Jin guides Namjoon to his car and drives him back to the dorm. But the moving car makes Namjoon's stomach feel queasy.

"Stop, the car hyung." Namjoon says putting his hand over his mouth.

"What?" Jin says but soon realizes what's going on so he stops the car.

Namjoon rushes out of the car and goes by a tree and starts heaving, but nothing more than some water and stomach acid comes up due to the lack of food in his body. Jin comes up behind him and starts rubbing his back.

After a while Namjoon stops and they go back to the car and Jin gives some water to Namjoon.

Namjoon drinks some water to get the taste of vomit out of his mouth.

"Thanks" Namjoon says

"Let's wait a bit for your stomach to settle and then we can go home." Jin adds helping Namjoon sit down in the passenger seat.

After a while they start to go home, and Namjoon tries to keep himself from throwing up and luckily he doesn't throw up again, however when he goes into the elevator to get to his apartment, his stomach starts going into knots, and he feels like throwing up.

As soon as the elevator stops he rushes towards the door and unlocks it and makes a run towards the bathroom where he starts throwing up again. The water he drank earlier came up and he continued to throw up even after there was nothing left in his stomach. Jin helps him get up takes him to the couch where the other members are waiting worried for their leader after he rushed in.

"Hyung are you okay?" Jimin asks sitting next to Namjoon on the couch.

"He's sick" Jin says

"Yoongi, can you please make some soup for him. We need to get some food into him. Jungkook can you get the thermometer, and Tae get some fever reducers and nauseau medicine. Hobi and Jimin-ah you guys stay here with him, I'll go with Yoongi to help make the soup." Jin lists of things for everyone to do.

"My poor Joonie" Hobi says sitting next to him and running his hands through his hair, Jimin brings a blanket and puts it over Namjoon to make him feel more comfortable and joins the other two on the sofa.

Everyone soon comes back, and Jungkook gives Namjoon the thermometer. After it beeps Jungkook takes it sees the tempreature.

"101.2 F, not too bad but still high." Jungkook says

Here Joonie eat the soup and then you can take the medicines.

"Thanks guys." Namjoon says and slowly starts eating the soup. After eating some he stops due to his nausea rising.

"Hyung just try to eat a bit more." Taehyung says.

"No, I'm done." Namjoon says relenting to eat more as he knows if he does he'll soon throw up.

"Fine Joonie, here take some medicine." Jimin says, when it was sure they couldn't convince Namjoon to finish his soup.

"Why don't you sleep and get some rest Namu, it'll help you feel better." Hoseok says.

Namjoon nods and get comfortable on the couch with his head in Hoseok's lap and Hobi runs his hand through his hair. Jin puts a bucket by his side just in case he needs it later.

Namjoon soon falls asleep and everyone starts doing their own things. Jin reading a book, Yoongi doing something on his laptop, Hoseok going through his phone while still running his hand through Namjoon's hair, and the maknaes playing a video game on the TV.

The maknaes get a bit excited and starts getting a little loud.

"Guys, Namjoon is sleeping chill out." Yoongi whispers trying to make the quite.

"Sorry hyung" Jimin says as the three of the quite down.

After some time Jungkook shouts, "Yah Taehyung stop cheating, if you do this I'm not gonna play with you anymore."

This startles Namjoon awake.

"Huh, what's happening." Namjoon says confused as he jumps up from his sleep.

"Its ok Joon-ah calm down go back to sleep" Hoseok say trying to get him to lay back down.

But he rushes forward taking the bucket Jin put in his hands and starts throwing up. The sudden movements and waking up making him nauseous.

Soon after he calms down and Hoseok helps him clean up a bit, before helping him lie down again. Jin takes the bucket and cleans it out, and glares at the maknae line for disturbing Namjoon.

The three maknaes look at each other and the floor feeling guilty about waking Namjoon up and cauing him to throw up. After a while Namjoon falls asleep again.

"Hobi, cover Joon-ah's ears." Jin whispers.

After Hoseok does it, Jin starts running after the Maknaes and shouting.

"WE TOLD YOU TO KEEP IT QUIET! Now look what you did you made poor Joonie get sick again. I swear to god you kids have no respect for your elders." Jin says

The maknaes running away from him and vehemently apologizing. While the other two members quietly laugh at their members shenanigans.

[katiesdailystruggle]

STOP this is so cute😭😭

a mans best friend

a new post??? from sicky-hobi?? i just had this thought that i needed to get out while i was watching jungkooks live today!

Tw: nausea, vomiting, emeto

sorry for spelling or grammar mistakes, i didnt edit this

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[melandrops]

I am sick af and miserable so i would love to see some goldenpunk sickfic or hurt/comfort if you're still willing to write them <3

For you, avi, of course <3

Pavitr slides into their apartment through the window, his book bag hanging off his shoulder. He tugs his shoes off and sets them where all the other shoes go. Miles left one of his sneakers there. How he managed to leave with just one shoe on, Pavitr didn’t know. Sometimes Miles was a mystery best left unsolved.

He finds Hobie on the couch playing Assassin’s Creed, slumped in the way he always is. Pavitr raps his knuckles against the walls to get his boyfriend’s attention. Hobie looks up at him with such pitiful eyes it almost pulls a laugh out of Pavitr’s lips.

“You okay?” He asks, and Hobie presses a button to pause his game.

“I’m sick,” Hobie replies.

Worry floods Pavitr, but he reasons that if Hobie had really been feeling ill he could have messaged him. He approaches his boyfriend and kneels beside him, already pressing the back of his hand to Hobie’s forehead. “Symptoms?”

“Uh,” Hobie pauses, furrowing his brow, “Sore throat, ‘ve got the chills like nothin’ else, and bit of congestion.”

Pavitr frowns, and leans in. “Poor Hobie,” he drawls, a little bit playful and a little bit sincere, “You woke up feeling like this?”

Hobie leans into the touch at his cheek, and nods. “Dunno what happened.”

“Probably just picked up a bug. No need to worry too much.” Pavitr leans in to kiss Hobie, soft and warm. Hobie makes a small noise in the back of his throat. Pavitr rubs a thumb along Hobie’s pronounced cheekbone. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“Don’t suppose I could convince you to lay with me,” Hobie mumbles, his voice raspy. He clears it with a grimace.

Pavitr shouldn’t. He’s got classes he can’t really afford to skip if he gets sick. But Maya Auntie had always said that love makes a man weak, and Hobie looks like he’s been put through the ringer. “I can arrange that,” he replies, pressing another light kiss to Hobie’s forehead. “Let me get you some ginger tea. I think we still have some lying around. And I’ll start you up on some soup.”

“Soup,” Hobie says with a scowl.

Pavitr smiles at that, and pats Hobie’s cheek. “Yes, I know, soup is essentially hot cereal and cereal is disgusting cold, let alone hot. We’ve heard the routine before. You need to get your strength up, though. I’ll just make you some broth with chicken and some veggies in it.”

Hobie’s scowl deepens, but he doesn’t argue. Pavitr can’t resist another kiss, and so he goes in for one. “Let me get you some tea, and then we can watch something.”

Pavitr busies himself with the tea, though the slight ache in his ankles begs him to rest. He’d broken it a week ago, and superhealing is superhealing but apparently it doesn’t resolve every day aches and pains. Quite an annoyance.

He returns to see an episode of Hoarders loaded up, and the sight makes him smile. Hobie’s taste in movies will be erratic and inexplicable today, tomorrow and three years down the line.

“Alright, come here you big baby,” Pavitr says, sitting on the couch with a mug of tea. He gestures with his free hand, prompting Hobie to crawl forward and lean into his side. He pushes the tea into Hobie’s hands, and the poor dear burrows even deeper into Pavitr’s side. Unable to resist, Pavitr turns his head to plant a kiss on Hobie’s head. “I expect the same treatment when I inevitably catch your germs.”

Hobie hums in assent. Pavitr grins and starts the show.

[soft-for-yoongi]

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

chapter 11 table of contents masterlist

summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

Namjoon came home to a dark, silent house- an experience he hadn't felt in what seemed like decades. Ophelia had yet to fully settle in, so coming home to one of his housemates fruitlessly attempting to put her to bed was a common occurrence. He tip-toed up the steps (if he was the one who woke Lia up, his friends would not let him see the light of day. Lia tended to be a heavy sleeper, however, so there wasn't much need to be overly quiet) and to the nursery. Peering in, Namjoon blinked once, twice in confusion when he noticed the empty crib. His mind blanked, and he rushed to his bedroom to get Jin.

The bedside lamp's gentle light illuminated the room just enough for Namjoon to see his boyfriend reading on their bed with Lia resting on his chest. Namjoon's heart rate quickly evened out, and a smile crept onto his face at the loving sight. He softly closed the door behind him, causing Jin to focus his attention from his novel to the new presence in the room. Namjoon saw the stress and worry on the elder's face, his smile faltering in response. "What's wrong?" He asked, perching himself on the edge of the bed.

"Lia's sick," Jin whispered, stroking the girl in question's pink hair. Namjoon frowned and laid on the bed next to Jin- he moved Lia's hair slightly to see her pale, sleeping face. She felt hot to the touch; Namjoon could tell she had a high fever before Jin could even mention it.

"She must have injured her anal cavity from refusing to use her diapers. Almost immediately after that, she started spiking a fever and puking." Jin chuckled out of exhaustion, "Long and rough day; Hobi looked ready to faint until I made him leave."

Namjoon's heart hurt at the thought of his baby suffering. Even in her sleep, she looked distressed. While he was slightly offended Jin didn't bother to call or even text him about Lia, it didn't feel right to bring that up when there were bigger issues to deal with. Maybe in the morning, everything will have magically fixed themselves, and Namjoon would finally have his happy little baby. 

Nothing felt right to Henry. Nothing felt real. His sister disappeared without a trace and it felt like nobody was trying to find her. He stared up at his blue ceiling- he took down all the glow-in-the-dark stars a week after Ophelia left. It was her idea to put them up there, and it felt wrong for them to be there when she wasn't.

"I used to have a bunch of these things in my bedroom when I was little," she said with that signature Ophelia smile- wide and genuine, a smile that gave Henry a sense of home.

"They're gay," Henry quickly dismissed such a baby-ish decoration, but his big sister didn't take any offense. Every time Henry invaded her room he was infatuated with those small stars. It was obviously just an act- his way of saying 'I'm 12 now and I can't admit I like things.'

It's been a month. Ophelia left- no, she was kidnapped. Ophelia was kidnapped March 14. She turned 18 on April 7. Her senior prom was next week- April 19. 

Henry somehow got more depressed at that thought- Opehlia was so excited about prom. After school one day- two weeks before she was kidnapped- Ophelia took Henry dress shopping. He begged and pleaded to be dropped off at home before she went to the dress shop, to which Ophelia whined that all the good dresses would be taken in that short time frame. And so, Henry sat in the boutique for what felt like hours watching his sister try on dress after dress. "You don't even have a date," Henry complained.

Ophelia, the ever kind and caring Ophelia, simply turned around and smiled at her younger brother. "That doesn't matter. Do you want to go with me? They have a chocolate fountain that I know you'll love!"

"Ew!" Henry was disgusted at the thought of being his sister's date. Looking back now, he realized she only did it out of love. She could have gotten mad at Henry for pointing out her single status, but instead invited him to join her. From the movies he watched, most older sisters would be disgusted to have their little brother tag along to any event, better yet prom. Yet here Ophelia was, thinking of Henry's own interests above her own.

God, he did not deserve her. 

The front door opened, quickly followed by hushed voices and a baby's squeal. Henry's heart stopped for a moment until he remembered that it couldn't be his parents (it couldn't be Ophelia, either). Quickly after Ophelia disappeared, their parents ran off. Ophelia's older friends volunteered to watch over both him and Rose so they wouldn't get thrown into foster care. To Henry, it seemed like everything tied to Ophelia was full of goodness. 

The squeaking of his door made Henry flip over to face whoever was entering. The sudden light from the hall made him squint- had he really hidden away for that long? Grace stood in the doorframe, Rose on her hip and her own daughter, Ashley, holding onto her hand. Or, well, finger.

Henry knew little Ashley well; before Rose was born, he would tag along with Ophelia every time she went to visit Grace and Ashley. It shocked him how big she has gotten, being nearly two years old now. The thought of baby Rose ever becoming sentient kind of scared him.

Henry remembered how much joy Ashley brought both Grace and Ophelia, with Grace dubbing Ophelia "Auntie Lia." The two had been friends since they were little, and Henry knew Grace basically all his life. A little over a year ago, Grace brought the two siblings on a vacation over spring break.

"I got a sugar daddy, so don't worry about money or anything."

"Tell him to hit me up sometime," Ophelia gave Grace a playful wink. Grace gasped and softly hit her younger friend in the arm.

Their dynamic was sisterly and close, and Henry almost felt like an intruder when around them. The hotel room they stayed in that week was almost like a mini apartment, with a living room and a separate room for the beds. After exploring the rest of the hotel by himself, Henry returned back only to find the living space empty and soft voices coming from the 'bedroom.' He sat in front of the door, doing what most little brothers did and eavesdropped. 

"It's weird to think of how much you and Henry have grown up," Grace's voice hit Henry's ear first.

"Stop acting like you're ancient- you're only three years older than me," The familiar playfulness in Ophelia's voice made Henry feel at ease.

"I know, but I still you the two of you as the little kids from across the street." There was a pause until Grace continued speaking, "Am I doing this right?"

"What right?" Ophelia asked.

"This," Grace replied, referring to the sleeping baby lying between the two of them, "I have no idea what is right when it comes to parenting. Do I breastfeed? Do I use cloth diapers? When do I introduce solid foods? Do I co-sleep?"

"Shut up, you're doing fine," Ophelia gave her reassurance through the teasing way only best friends can do. "And for the record, aren't we kind of co-sleeping with Ash right now?"

Grace snorted, "Only because we couldn't get her to nap in her pack and whatever it's called. I'm just terrified I'm going to kill her or something."

"Don't say that! Both of you survived for six months so far, just keep it up for another six months, and then maybe a few more after that."

Both the girls laughed but kept it quiet as to not wake the sleeping child. A peaceful quiet filled the hotel room after that, and Henry nearly rose from the floor until Grace spoke up.

"I really do love you, Lia."

The now two-year-old Ashley climbing on his bed snapped Henry back to reality. Through his teary eyes (although he'd never admit he cried), he saw the hopeful expression on Grace's face. Once their eyes met, her smile only grew larger.

"We got a lead."

[sickonthedancefloor]

i need help finding a fic?!

I'm so mad, it was on my For You and my phone auto-refreshed during a break at work and now I can't find it 😭 So now I turn to y'all cuz I think one of you guys wrote or shared it 🙂🙃

So it's a BTS Jungkookie sickfic with these following random af details:

Takes place at the dorm and Jungkook feels bad but still is gonna take a walk with Jimin but it's really cold outside

Yoongi is real unhappy Jungkook is sick, there's a lot of "don't tell yoongi" energy

When they come back, Hobi makes them all tea

Jungkookie asks for someone's pink hoodie because it's soft

JK also goes from chilled to overheating quickly after the walk (like that walk was a bad idea lol)

And I know it was pretty long

😭😭😭😭 help?!

[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.

[crystalsnow95z]

Request:

Kk, I know it's rlly weird and specific, but I had this idea

1 of the members cooked a meal for Hobi cuz hes been too busy working on a song and hasn't been leaving his studio much to eat, and he gets food poisoning from it, but he down plays it until he gets back home trying to shower and gets so sick one of the older members need to help him wash up. I rlly love your stories w/the gentle washings ♥︎

I put my Playlist on shuffle and the first voice I heard would be who cooked for him. The first song to pop up was like crazy, making Jimin our cook.

Tw: emeto

Hoseok listens to the chorus for the sixteenth time after tweaking it once more, still feeling unsatisfied with it. There's something missing, but I don't know what.. maybe I need more adlibs? Or drums? I don't know..

Hoseok sighs, throwing his headset onto the desk and leaning back in his chair, running his hands through his hair. "This is so annoying..why can't I get it right? I wanted a demo by the end of the week.. I'll be too busy.."

Hoseok's stomach gurgles uncomfortably, reminding him that he hasn't eaten since breakfast. He picks up his phone, seeing three missed calls from Jimin. Aish, I was supposed to meet up with him a while ago..

Hoseok checks his messages, seeing two texts from Jimin.

Are you still in your studio?

Have you been in there since after our recording session Hyung?

Hoseok quickly replies to his messages, hoping Jimin isn't upset at him for forgetting about him.

I'm so sorry Jiminah, I completely lost track of time. If you still want to practice I'm still in my studio.

Jimin is relieved when he hears his phone go off seeing the notification of Hoseok messaging him back. He's overworking himself.. he got up early to work before practice and went right to the studio after we recorded the rough draft of the b side tracks..

Stay there, I'll meet up with you in the studio. I made us dinner since I figured you'd forget. Are you hungry?

Hoseok only takes a minute to reply back to him, making Jimin smile.

I'm starving. I only had rice and coffee today.. You're an angel. I love you.

Jimin gathers up the containers of food he prepared and puts them in his backpack, calling Hoseok to keep him company on his walk to the company building.

"Jimin." Hoseok uses a deep voice when he answers smiling when he hears Jimin hold back a giggle.

"J-hope.." Jimin mimicks him, pulling his hat farther over his face when he leaves the studio. "How are you? Is the song going well?"

"I'm so frustrated. I just can't seem to get this song right. I know what I want in my head, but I can't seem to replicate it.. I don't know if I can make it work.." Hoseok shares his concerns with the younger member.

"Maybe you need to take a break from it, hyung. It's not like you have a time limit or anything. You're gonna spread yourself too thin with the new group album dropping next month."

The two stay on the phone until Jimin reaches Hoseok's studio, the older member greeting him with a hug. "I'm sorry i didn't meet up earlier."

"I told you Hyungie, it's no big deal. I'm not worried about it, I'm only worried about you working so hard that you aren't eating properly." Jimin scolds him when he hears Hoseok's stomach growling.

"I know, I know.. I'm sorry. I totally lost track of time. Thanks again for making food.." Hoseok watches eagerly as Jimin pulls out containers from his bag.

"Do you want me to go warm it up for you hyung?" Jimin asks, but Hoseok was already picking up a container. "Guess not.." Jimin giggles, watching Hoseok eat his home-cooked meal. "Is it good?"

"Yeah, the meat is super juicy and the sauce is so good..i love it." Hoseok takes another bite. "After we eat I'll help you master the choreography. Okay?"

"Don't rush hyung. Enjoy your meal. We can always change it to tomorrow. I just wanted to be sure you ate. Hobi-hyung you're making a mess.." Jimin smiles fondly, getting a tissue to wipe some sauce from Hoseok's chin. I would've made more if I realized how hungry he'd be.. I'll just eat some rice and let him have the rest..

"No Jimin-ah, you need to land on your right leg. Like this." Hoseok demonstrates the part that Jimin messed up, his stomach sloshing from the quick spin biting his lip.

"Ah, I get it.. okay, okay.. let me try it one more time." Jimin restarts the song, quickly moving into position. Hoseok doesn't join in for this round, opting to watch while sitting against the mirror, wrapping his arm around his aching middle.

Why do I feel so sick? I was fine earlier.. just a little tired..was the chicken too greasy? Did I eat too much?

Hoseok quietly burps to try to ease the pressure in his stomach, but it only made him feel worse, a sour taste filling his mouth. He tries to stand to get water, but moving only made the nausea worse. Please..I don't want to throw up..

"Hyung i think I did it.. perfect this time!" Jimin pants, going to the camera to turn it off when he noticed Hoseok didn't do it. "Hyung?"

Hoseok turns his head to look in the direction Jimin's voice came from. "I'm sorry Jiminie, I spaced out for the last bit..I'm sure you did great."

"Are you okay Hyung?" Jimin takes a seat next to Hoseok, rubbing his shoulders. "You look pale.."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just tired, and I think I ate too much.. my stomach hurts.. I shouldn't have binged like that.. dancing after eating probably didn't help." Hoseok rubs his hand across his bloated belly, ignoring the nausea that bubbled up inside it. "Show me the practice video."

"You aren't feeling well?" Jimin frowns, forgetting all about the choreography. He places his hand on Hoseok's forhead, then his own relieved when he doesn't feel any difference."When did you start feeling sick?"

"Um.. When we were practicing the chorus.. the jerking movement before the jump..The movement made my stomach flip.. I think it's because I'm actually full, and I usually practice on a mostly empty stomach. It's no big deal."

"That was an hour ago Hyung. You should've told me.. we can always practice later if you aren't feeling well..you don't have to force yourself." Jimin scolds him softly, guilt making his own stomach flutter uncomfortably. I should've noticed something was wrong..I could've had him home resting by now..

"It's not a problem, Jimin-Ah. It wasn't a big deal. I'm fine I just need to sleep it off." Hoseok reassures Jimin, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets to be able to rest his palms on his stomach without Jimin noticing.

"I'll call us a cab.." Jimin gets himself some water while he waits for the company to answer, offering it to Hoseok after taking a drink.

Hoseok's stomach churned at the thought of adding anything else inside of it, pushing the bottle away with a little head shake. "I'm good..I just want to get some fresh air.."

"Sure Hyung. We can wait outside.." Jimin gently leads Hoseok outside, letting Hoseok lean against him while they walk. "You should shower and get to bed as soon as you get home.."

"Yeah... I will..don't worry.. I'm feeling a bit better now.." Hoseok lies, trying to get Jimin to relax. I hope i don't throw up in the taxi..

Hoseok sits in the shower, letting the water cascade down his back. He finished washing ten minutes ago, but his stomach refused to settle. I hate throwing up, but I can't keep fighting it..

Hoseok gets to his feet, using the wall to balance himself, the nausea hitting him like a freight train. The chicken Jimin prepared for him comes up all at once, spraying out of him, hitting the shower tiles. Sh*t...

Hoseok feels his stomach clenching again, another mouthful of sick coming up. 'Hyung.." he whimpers, falling to his knees when they buckle underneath them, tears stinging the corners of his eyes when he feels his stomach lurching again, the thick bile splashing around him. "Hyung!" Hoseok calls desperately as he tries to rise to his feet again, wanting to escape the smell that only made him feel worse. Hoseok forces himself to his feet and leaves the shower, kneeling on the ground in front of the toliet, gagging up another thick mouthful of sick.

"Hobi? Are you calling.. Aiggo.. Hoba.." Jin turns off the shower and gets a towel, draping it over the shivering rapper. "It's okay baby, hyung will take care of you.. I'm going to dry you off okay?"

Hoseok gripped the toliet seat, his body trembling with effort to keep sitting upright. "Hyung.." he whines as stomach pushes up another thick mouthful into the toliet. "It hurts.."

"It's okay, it's okay.. hyung is here now, just relax and let it happen, you'll only feel worse if you try to fight it baby.." Jin gently wipes the towel across Hoseok's body to dry him.

"I want it to stoo-urp..." Hoseok whines as he burps up another mouthful of sick, reaching for Jin's hand.

Jin rubs his thumb across his knuckles. "Hoba.. your hair is still coated with soap.. we'll have to rinse it.."

"I just want.." Hoseok's words are stopped by another heave, only foamy saliva coming up.

"I know, I know.. it'll be over soon, and then we'll get you cleaned, dressed and in bed. Okay?" Jin gently scratches Hoseok's spine, feeling the tension in his muscles as another heave comes.

"Is that Hoseok-hyung?" Jimin asks when he hears the sound, his stomach dropping when he sees he was correct.

"Jimin-ah get him some pajamas so we can get him dressed and in bed when he's settled down please?" Jin quickly sends the younger member away, knowing Hoseok wouldn't want Jimin seeing him like this.

"Yes hyung.." Jimin hesitates to move, eyes glued on the trembling rapper. Hoseok's face was completely hidden by the toliet bowl, Jin's hand on his chest holding him up.

"Jimin go." Jin uses a stern tone to get the younger moving. "And bring a water bottle too."

Jimin doesn't make Jin ask a third time, quickly going into the kitchen to get a water bottle.

"Is that Hoba in the bathroom?" Yoongi asks, making Jimin jump.

"Aiish! Hyung don't sneak up on me like that!" Jimin, close the fridge, sighing."It is.. Hobi-hyung said he wasn't feeling well earlier because he ate too much, but maybe it was the food i made.."

"He hasn't been eating much lately trying to prep for the new album.. he probably just overdid it. You're a pretty good cook Jimin-ah." Yoongi comforts Jimin, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You should bring the water to Hoba.. it sounds like he's settled down.."

"I..I'm done.." Hoseok whispers, falling backwards into Jin's chest, panting heavily. His muscles burned with each breath,overworked from the ordeal. "I'm...sorry..i..I.."

"Shh..Shh Hobi.. don't apologize to me.. just focus on catching your breath okay?" Jin speaks softly, wiping some soap from his forehead before it could drip into his eyes, careful to not make Hoseok have to move. I need to wash him.. hopefully he can stay up long enough..

"But..you're..s..s..soaked.." Hoseok says through chattering teeth, pulling the towel Jin draped over him closed for warmth.

"I don't care. It's just water." Jin hugs his shivering dongsaeng close to his chest. "Just take deep breaths..relax Hoseok-ah..it's okay.."

"I got a pair of pajamas and water hyung." Jimin enters the bathroom, the tightness in his chest loosening when he sees Hoseok stopped."Here Hobi-hyung.. take a bit of water, wash your mouth out." Jimin holds the water by his lips, letting him get a mouthful to swish around, the sickly member spitting it into the toliet. "Do you need any more help?"

"You can try to clean the shower up for Hobi. If you can't do it, it's no big deal. I'll get it after Hoseok catches his breath." Jin didn't want to let Hoseok go, and Jimin knew it.

I can't be squeamish now..hyung needs me..it's not a big deal..

"No, no I can do it." Jimin takes a deep breath, holding his breath as he opens the shower door, gagging at the sight, an acid tang filling his throat. He closes his eyes turning on the shower to try to wash as much as possible down the drain. "I'm okay."

"I'm sorry Jiminie.." Hoseok's voice comes out as a raspy whisper.

"No hyung, it's not your fault.." Jimin rejected his apology, speaking in a soft tone. It's mine..

"Finished.." Jimin says removing his gloves and throwing them in the trash, tying up the bag. His stomach fluttered uncomfortably, feeling nauseous from the smell that still filled his nostrils despite the fact he cleaned all the traces of sick.

"Thanks Jimin-ah.." Jin gently pokes Hoseok's cheek, the sickly member dosing off while waiting. "Baby I need you to move for me."

Hoseok sleepily blinks groaning when he tries sitting up. "I'm cold and it hurts to move..."Hoseok whimpers, feeling his muscles burning. "Hyung.."

"I know.. I know.. just bear with me a little longer, and you can sleep.. Jimin-ah, could you do one more thing? At the end of my bed, there's a heated blanket. Could you get it and plug it in for Hobi?" Jin asks softly, helping Hoseok move to the shower floor, removing the shower head.

"Of course. I'll get it." Jimin leaves, relieved to be given another task, taking the trash with him.

"I'm going to turn on the water okay?" Jin warns, not wanting to frighten his dongsaeng with the sound of the water. He checks the temperature before covering Hoseok's eyes, gently removing the soap from his body. "You're doing good Hoba.. just keep your eyes closed okay?"

Jin washes all the soap from his hair, then gets a bit of soap to wash the sweat that covered Hoseok, moving his hand across Hoseok in small circles. "Don't fall asleep.."

Hoseok tries to take shallow breaths to try to prevent further agitating his sore muscles. I don't think i could right now...

"Now one more rinse.." Jin sprays the water over his body once more before turning it off, removing his wet shirt before going to help Hoseok out of the shower.

The warm water felt nice on his chilled skin, but as soon as Jin turned it off the trembling started up once more. "C-Cold.." He whispers, hugging onto Jin.

"I know baby.. I'll get you a heat pack after we get you settled in bed.." Jin brushes Hoseoks hair away from his face, getting the towel to dry Hoseok as quickly as possible. "We're almost done baby.."

Hoseok nods, letting Jin dry his hair.

"Do you think you can sit up so I can get a shirt on you Hoba?"

"Yeah, yeah..I got it.." Hoseok slowly moves off of Jins chest, leaning against the shower door while Jin unfolds the button up, leading Hoseok's arms into the holes. "I'm sorry I'm being a burden.." he whispers while Jin works the buttons into their proper holes.

"Don't say such nonsense. You're not being a burden. You just need a little help, that's all." Jin sits Hoseok on the toliet, drying his legs."Let's finish getting you dried and dressed. I'll lay with you until you fall asleep."

Hoseok thought it was over after the one time, but he was wrong. Beads of cold sweat covered his body as his stomach cramps up, leaving his head swirling when he tries to sit up, wrapping his arm around his bloated middle as a wet burp comes, leaving a nasty film coating his mouth.

"J-jimin-ah.." Hoseok tries to call for his roommate, but his voice comes out as a small whimper. He knew if be tried to stand whatever was left in his stomach would come back up. "Jiminie.." he tries louder, the urgency in his voice waking up Jimin.

"Hyung..whats wrong?" Jimin's voice comes out as a raspy whisper, turning to his side to face Hoseok's bed.

Hoseok tries to speak, but he feels the bile pushing its way up his throat, his stomach releasing a high-pitched gurgle. "Nm..." he presses his palm over his mouth as another burp comes whimpering when he swallows down the sick that filled his cheeks. "Sick..Jimin-ah.."

Jimin instantly gets up when he hears the desperation in Hoseok's voice, blindly feeling for the trashcan in the dark, crawling onto Hoseok's bed when he finds it placing it in front of Hoseok just in time for him to heave into it.

Jimin runs his hands through Hoseok's hair, pulling it back so Hoseok wouldn't have to suffer through another shower. "It's okay, it's okay.. I'm here.. " he tries to say soothing things, his heart sinking when he hears the soft whimper followed by the splash of sick onto the plastic bag inside the bin.

He continued to dry heave despite the fact earlier he emptied everything he had in his stomach, nothing coming up but strings of foamy saliva.

Jimin goes behind Hoseok, letting him use him as support until his stomach settled down once more. "Are you done Hoba?"

"Mhm.." Hoseok hums deeply, clearing his throat. "I'm okay now.."

"Is there anything I can do to help? Do you want the heated blanket on? You want some water? Or-"

"I want to stay like this for now.." Hoseok whispers, turning on his side. He could hear Jimin's racing heart and feel his unsteady breathing on his forehead as he tried to calm down too. Being here with me is enough..

"I'll stay here all night if that's what you want.." jimin uses his sleeve to wipe the sweat from Hoseoks forehead. "But you have to let me lay down too okay?"

[dimplessjoon]

can you wrjite a namjoon sickfic, entirely from the third person perspective, where he had the stomach flu and it starts when he's in the car with jin and suddenly vomits, jin has to help him walk back to the dorms and take care of him, he has a fever and is weak

Grocery Trip Gone Wrong

"Guys calm down, Yoongi and Hobi have gone out for the day and I don't need the three of you to burn down the dorm, while I'm out." Jin says to the maknaes.

"Where are you going hyung?" Jungkook asks as the three of them calm down.

"Aish, if you were not busy trying to beat each other, you would've heard me say that me and Namjoon are going to go grocery shopping. So please don't do anything stupid." Jin says

"Oh, don't worry hyung we're adults we'll be fine." Jimin replies, while Jungkook and Tae are play fighting in the background.

"Ya, sure let's go with that." Jin says

"Just take care of yourself, We'll be back in a couple of hours." Jin says before shouting

"Namjoon let's get going."

"I'm coming, hyung." Namjoon says while going to where everyone is.

Namjoon had woken up feeling a little queasy today, but since it was their day off he thought resting for a couple of hours will be good enough to make him feel better. But it was already close to being evening and he did not feel better at all. In fact, it seemed like he was getting worse but he had promised Jin that he was going to go with him to get grocery. So he was going to have to go out even though he wanted to rest. But he couldn’t leave Jin hanging so he just convinced himself that the fresh air would help him feel better. “Hey Hyung, im ready to go.” Namjoon says when he reaches Jin.

“Ok let’s go, we’re leaving guys.” Jin says to the maknaes as they leave the apartment. The maknaes bid them goodbye and Jin and Namjoon go in the car and go to the grocery store.

The car ride was making Namjoon feel weird in his stomach. But it wasn't so bad that he had to throw up. Soon enough, they reached the store and they started to go in. Getting out of the car did help calm his stomach down a bit he was still feeling kinda nauseous. Jin noticed the discomfort on his face. “Joonie, are u feeling ok? You look a little pale.” Jin says

“Ya hyung, I’m fine don’t worry.” Namjoon replies and Jin nods a little and they continue shopping. The rest of the shopping goes fine. They get all the stuff and get it billed and go into the car to go back home. Namjoon was still not feeling well, he just wanted to go home and go to sleep before his stomach decided it needed to empty itself. The car starts and they start going home. But this time Namjoon’s stomach does not show him mercy and he knows he’s going to throw up. He tries holding it in but he’s can’t. “Hyung stop the car.” Namjoon says

“What?” Jin asks confused.

“Stop the car” Namjoon insists again.

Seeing the panic on Namjoon’s face Jin quickly goes to the side of the road and stops the car. Namjoon rushes out and goes near a tree before starting to throw up. Jin comes after him and starts rubbing his back while saying reassuring things to him. Soon enough Namjoon finishes and Jin gives him some water.

“You feeling better?” Jin asks.

“Ya a bit.” Namjoon says, his stomach has calmed down a bit but by the way he is bloated he knows he’s gonna throw up again.

Jin nods and puts his hands on Namjoon’s forehead. “Joonie, you have a fever. How long have you been feeling sick.”

"Since, I woke up." Namjoon says leaning into his touch.

"Damn it, Joon-ah you should have told me." Jin adds on frustrated with himself that he didn't notice Namjoon's discomfort.

"I'm sorry." Namjoon says in a small voice.

"Why don't we wait for a while, till your stomach calms down a bit and then we can go back home." Jin asks.

Namjoon nods and let's Jin take him away to a nearby bench. It is very noticeable that he Namjoon has no energy left. He is completely leaning onto Jin the entire time. The two of them are wearing masks so that they don't get recognized but they still can't stay out too long.

After some time they decide to go home, when Namjoon's stomach feels a better so he knows he's not gonna throw in the car again. After reaching home, Jin helps Namjoon out of the car and takes him inside. Namjoon is leaning on Jin and is to weak to be able to carry his own weight.

"We're back guys." Jin says entering the house.

The maknaes greet them back and when they see Namjoon leaning on Jin they rush over.

"Joonie hyung are you okay, what happened?" Taehyung asks, worried.

"I'm okay, just a little sick." Namjoon answers back not wanting to worry them.

"Sick, why what happened." Jimin asks the panic evident in his voice.

"He's going to be fine, he just needs some rest. I am going to take him to his room, why don't you guys make him some soup." Jin answers.

The maknaes agree and go to the kitchen to start working.

Jin takes Namjoon to his room and helps him lie down on the bed. Then he goes to pull over a trash can and puts it next to his bed and also gets some water for him.

"Thanks hyung." Namjoon says

"Don't worry about it." Jin says sitting next to him and running his hand through his hair.

"After you drink the soup, I'll give you some medicine for your fever." Jin says

Namjoon nods and says "Thanks hyung, sorry I troubled you."

"You didn't trouble me, I like taking care of you kids. But next time just tell me you're sick, instead of almost throwing up in my car." Jin says

"Hey, I'm not a kid. And I should have told you, I'm sorry." Namjoon adds on.

"It's fine, I am gonna check on the maknaes, get some rest." Jin says while starting to go out of the room.

Namjoon nods and settle in, glad that he has his family to take care of him.

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Hi, I hope you enjoyed the fic. Sorry anon for taking so long to write it. Sorry it's so short.

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Category: Sickfic

Sickie: Hoseok

Caretakers: Yoongi (+ any!)

Prompt: “Hobi-hyung is really cranky today,” Jimin tells Taehyung under his breath. “He snapped at Jungkook for the silliest thing this morning and I thought Kookie was gonna cry. It was so unlike him.”

Yoongi, who apparently has super-hearing, looks up from across the room. He marches over to Hoseok and places his hand on his forehead, his eyebrows furrowing when he feels the warmth there. 

“What?” Hoseok asks defensively, backing up with a frown on his face.

“You’re sick,” Yoongi says. “No wonder you’re being an asshole today. C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

(Or, Hoseok gets super grumpy when he’s sick)

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Make a Move

➣ Pairing/genre: roommate!Hobi x reader

➣ Premise: You thought ‘Hope’ was a girl, but looking at the hot dude currently claiming to be your roommate, you might be wrong.

➣ warnings/tags: pure fluff, reader gets a lil sick for a minute

➣ word count: 4.6k

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--

You look down at the application, and back up at the person standing in front of you. Down, then up.

Twice more, just to wrap your mind around the dumbest mistake you’ve ever made.

“Umm…Hope?”

The man fidgeting nervously before you manages a bright smile. “Yep. That’s me!”

Again, you stare down at the application. “I…you’re the one moving in?”

Hoisting the heavy-looking box higher in his arms, the man – Hope if he’s to be believed, offers a strained nod. “Yeah, it’s sort of a nickname…Hoseok. I’m Hoseok.” He looks around, poking his head through the doorway to your small apartment. “Mind if I set this down? It’s kinda heavy…”

You step aside in a daze, watching as Hoseok sweeps inside and sets the box down with a thud on the counter. A moment later another head is peeking inside before carrying in another box.

“Hey, I’m assuming you’re one of the roommates?” The newcomer asks, sweeping some of his ashen-blond hair off his forehead and extending a hand out to you. You take it with some trepidation.

“I am. And you’re Hoseok’s friend?”

“Namjoon. Just stopping in with a few of his things. Oh,” Namjoon waits until Hoseok walks back outside before continuing, speaking to you in a hushed tone. “I just wanted to say thank you. You know, for letting him move in. Ever since our landlord found out we had seven people instead of six, it’s been hard trying to find a place but Hoseok was adamant he be the one to move out. Did want to separate the others-”

“Wait, woah,” you hold up a hand, effectively cutting him off. “Seven? Seven people living in one tiny apartment?”

Namjoon tilts his head to one side, brows furrowed. “He didn’t tell you? That’s why he moved out; someone had to. Our apartment has a six person limit, so once our landlord found out Hoseok volunteered to be the one to move out.”

It appears that Hoseok hasn’t told you a lot of things.

“I…no, he didn’t mention that.”

Namjoon moves on, unphased. “Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you for taking him on. It’s nearly impossible to find a place this time of year, and we weren’t sure if you would be chill with having a male roommate, but it really means the world. This way he can stay close to us-”

“Close?”

“Yeah, we live just a few blocks away. He didn’t say that?”

At that moment Hoseok walks through the door, still wearing that sheepish smile that he directs at you.

“No. He must have forgotten to mention that, too.”

--

           Once Namjoon has left and Hoseok gets into organizing all of his things, you set up camp on the couch. Book in hand, you can’t help but assess your new roommate.

           A part of you wants to get rid of him, but another part of you is interested to see what might unfold from this strange situation. You’ve never had a male roommate before, and if Namjoon is any representative for what this man’s friends look like…

           You suppose it’s not too much of a pain to allow Jung Hoseok to stick around for a little while.

           Hoseok hums to himself, occasionally making little sound effects as he puts a bowl away or opens a cupboard. Every once in a while he’ll ask you a question, like, “Is this spot free to use?” or “Are you allergic to anything?”

           You’re nearly heading to bed when Hoseok knocks softly on your door. Your rooms are on opposite ends of the apartment, something you find yourself being extremely grateful for tonight. The knowledge that a stranger is chilling in your apartment is enough to have you feeling a little worried.

           It’s simple. Sure, Hoseok seems nice enough. Friendly even. But he’s too attractive to be normal.

           “What’s up?” You ask, opening your bedroom door to see Hoseok with his arms full of shampoo and other shower items.

           Despite the large bottle of Pantene blocking his chest, it’s easy to tell that he doesn’t have a shirt on beneath his robe.

           Indeed, the sight before you is enough to have you clutching the doorframe until your knuckles are white in an effort to not gape.

           Wearing nothing but basketball shorts and fluffy white robe, Hoseok shuffles from one foot to the other. “Oh, I was just wondering if you had any preference about where I put my things in the bathroom. You know, if the left side is specifically yours or something like that.”

           “Huh?” You shake your head, forcing yourself to only look at his eyes. That turns out to be even worse, in some weird twisted way. “Oh, yeah. Well, I tend to put most of my stuff on the left side of the vanity. But you can put your stuff wherever. I’m not worried about that.”

           Hoseok nods, taking a step back. He bids you a quiet goodnight before retreating back down the hallway.

           A few seconds pass as you remain in your doorway, thinking hard.

           No, you’re not worried about sharing a drawer in the bathroom or putting the A/C on a lower setting, as he asked you about earlier.

           You’re just worried about the fact that you’ve never found a pair of basketball shorts more attractive than just now.

           Basketball shorts paired with nothing but a robe?

           “This is gonna be great,” you mumble to yourself, closing your door and leaning against it. Only when you hear the sound of the shower going do you allow yourself to relax. “I’m gonna die.”

--

2 weeks in

           “I’m headed to the store, you need anything?”

           You pause, assessing the contents of the fridge. “Um…eggs?”

           It’s not very often the two of you are in the apartment at the same time, your schedule being polar opposites. However, it’s always relatively friendly. Still a little awkward, but always cordial.

           Hoseok – or Hobi, as he’s repeatedly invited you to call him – scans his little list. “Already on the list. Anything else?”

           “You already put eggs on the list? Like, for me?” The two of you by no means share groceries.

           Hobi shrugs. “Yeah. I figured you were nearly out since you eat them like every morning.”

           “Hey, not every morning-”

           “Every weekday morning.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Tell me I’m wrong. I’ll wait.”

           You groan. “Yah, just go. I’ll text you if I need anything.” Turning back to the fridge, you utter out, “Annoying little-”

           “What was that?”

           “Nothing!”

           You wait until you hear the door close to let out a sigh. “Huh.” You didn’t even realize that he would notice those kinds of things. It’s a strange feeling, having someone notice even the most mundane parts of your routine.

           You…like it?

           Opening up a few of the cupboards, you realize that you’re nearly out of bread. You grab your phone, pulling up Hobi’s contact and calling him. He picks up after a couple of rings.

           “Hey, did you remember something else?”

           “Yeah, would you mind picking up some bread, too?”

           “Oh, good one. Um…” you can hear him moving around, and you swear you hear the click of a pen before he speaks up again. “Wheat, right?”

           Again, that strange feeling stirs in your chest. “Right.”

--

2 months in

           “I’ve never met anyone as obsessed with skincare as you.”

           Hobi chuckles darkly, beginning to apply his night mask to the other side of his face. “I doubt you’ve ever met anyone with such oily skin before, either.”

           You lean up against the doorframe, resting your head against the side of the door. Hobi continues applying the crème, looking utterly focused on the task. His forehead scrunches up in little lines as he looks up, rubbing underneath his eyes.

           If you’re being completely honest, it’s adorable.

           To put the icing on the cake, he begins humming to himself and leaning in closer to the mirror, making you chew on the inside of your cheek. It’s horrible enough that he has to be wildly endearing, but does he really have to be so cute?

           It’s exhausting.

           “It smells good,” you sigh out, eyes drifting shut. Hobi’s good looks isn’t the only thing that’s been exhausting to you lately. School is trying its best to wreck you and you hate to admit that it’s doing a great job of it.

           “You want some?”

           Eyes fluttering open at his question, you furrow your brows. Hobi is looking at you in the mirror, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He squeezes out a bit of the night mask onto his finger, turning to you.

           “You already washed your face, right?”

           “Mm.”

           “Good,” he nods more to himself than to you. “Close your eyes.”

           Giving him a distrustful look, you realize that you’re too tired to bother bickering with him at the moment. Instead, you close your eyes and hold your breath.

           A moment later the cool feeling of Hobi’s fingers dabbing the cream on the tip of your nose. He repeats the action all over your face, his other hand coming to cup your chin as his thumb absentmindedly traces your jaw.

           You suddenly feel extremely off balance, swaying on your feet. Hands shooting out to steady yourself, you instinctively cling to the front of Hobi’s sweatshirt. He chuckles lowly, making you tighten your grip.

           “Don’t fall over,” he mumbles, beginning to rub the night mask into your skin.

           You don’t say anything, settling for an annoyed huff. After a moment, Hobi takes up humming the same tune he was before. The two of you settle into a comfortable daze, your shoulders relaxing as the seconds tick by.

           “You know,” Hobi muses as he switches to your right cheek. “We’re pretty good roommates. Don’t you think?”

           “Mm. I’m still angry you put ‘Hope’ on your application, though. That was a dirty move.”

           Hobi’s laughter has you opening your eyes just to catch the expression of happiness he’s sure to be wearing. Sure enough, his head is thrown back and his heart-shaped smile in on display, the sight tugging at the corners of your lips.

           Catching your eye, Hobi smirks. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

           You purse your lips, melting a little at the concentrated pout that forms as Hobi resumes applying the night mask. He’s moved up to your forehead now, making your eyes drift shut again.

           “I vote you make me French Toast one of these weekends.”

           “Oh, and that’ll solve it?”

           “No, but it’s a start.”

           He chuckles quietly, pausing and then tapping lightly against your cheek. “All done.”

           Opening your eyes, you see the slightly confused look in Hobi’s eyes as he squints down at you. “What?”

           He blinks. “What?”

           You nod at him, “You look confused or something.”

           “Oh.”

           When he doesn’t answer after a long moment, you step back into the hallway. “Alright…I’m heading to bed. Thanks, Hobi.”

           His brows are furrowed as he turns back to the mirror, the confusion only growing. “Night.”

--

3 months in

You’ve quickly come to learn that there are pros and cons to having Hoseok as your roommate.

           One very strong pro is the fact that he’s a clean freak. You swear you haven’t had to worry about vacuuming for the past three months, he always beats you to it.

           “What are you doing?”

           He pauses mid-fold, eyes wide as he looks up at you. “…folding.”

           “My laundry?”

           He glances down at the shirt in his hands as though just realizing that these are your clothes. “I…yeah. Yeah, I am. It’s just, you left your basket out here by the couch so I figured I might as well fold it and put it away if you’re gonna leave it out here.”

           The passive aggressive tone in his voice rolls off your shoulders, knowing that he didn’t intend it that way. It’s obvious to tell that something is on his mind as he continues to you’re your shirt and place it atop a neat pile beside him.

You find yourself sitting cross-legged across from him and silently joining in on the impromptu folding party. Once you finish, Hobi clears his throat and avoids eye contact with you.

           Perhaps it has to do with the fact that he accidentally grabbed the same pair of lacy black underwear at the same time as you, which ensued in an awkward match of tug-of-war that you quickly won once he realized what he was holding.

           “So, the guys are doing a thing tonight.”

           You blink, pulling the folded laundry toward you and getting up. “…ok.”

           Hobi’s face lights up in a grin, and he jumps to his feet. “Really? You’ll come?”

           Perhaps it’s the utter joy you see in his eyes or the way he’s currently shaking your shoulders and causing the socks on the top of your pile to tumble to the ground, but you burst out laughing.

           “Hoseok!” You shout through your laughter. “You didn’t even invite me!”

           He immediately stops shaking you after that, scrambling for some form of a response. Swiping one of the pairs of socks that slipped to the ground, he kneels down on one knee and looks up at you with a giddy grin.

           “Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to visit my friends tonight?” With no shortage of sound effects, he offers up the socks as though proposing to you with a priceless diamond ring.

           “You’re an idiot.”

           Hoseok’s smile only grows. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

--

           Hobi’s light knock on your door goes unnoticed as you slumber on, completely dead to the world. After you had put your laundry away, you felt a wave of exhaustion overtake you.

           He knocks again, and this time you rouse just enough to grunt out something incoherent. He slowly opens the door, poking his head inside.

           “You still gonna come with me, sleepyhead?”

           His chipper voice makes you wince, your head pounding. “Mm, jus gimme…” you close your eyes again as the dull light filtering in through your blinds is enough to send you spinning. “…a sec.”

           It’s quiet for a moment, and you think that Hobi must have left. A second later, however, you hear him padding across your floor.

           “Are you sick?” He answers his own question as he places his hand against your forehead. “Oh, jagiya, you’re burning up.”

           The pet name has your temperature rising a bit more. “Mm fine.”

           Hobi chuckles softly, taking care to be quiet. “Have you eaten? Where’s your water bottle?” They’re all rhetorical questions apparently, because moments later he’s scooping your water bottle off the floor and tiptoeing back out of your room.

           After what feels like hours later, Hobi sidles back into your room with a full water bottle, some soup he must have microwaved, and another glass of liquid. It’s steaming, the scent making you scrunch up your nose in distaste.

           “What…” you can hardly muster up the energy to finish your sentence. Hobi perches on the edge of your bed, carefully placing everything on your nightstand.

           “It’s medicine. Drink it, and it’ll help. But first you need to sit up.”

           Easier said than done. Your body is exhausted, and your arms shake a bit as you attempt to scoot back against the headboard. Cheeks burning a brighter red, Hobi thankfully doesn’t comment on it. He just patiently readjusts your pillows and tucks your hair behind your ears with meticulous movements that have you smiling softly.

           “Ok,” he sighs out once that’s been taken care of. “Now, eat some soup…” his words trail off as he hands the bowl off to you. He watches as you bring the spoon to your lips, mumbling, “Blow, it’s hot.”

           Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you follow his instructions. Once you’ve eaten over half of the soup and feel too full to continue, he hands you the steaming cup that has you scrunching your nose up all over again.

           “C’mon,” he urges, “my mom used to give this stuff to me all the time when I was a kid. It works like a charm, promise.”

           “Mhm.”

           “What?” He crosses his arms, frowning. “You don’t believe me?”

           You shrug, mindful of the full contents of the glass. “It’s just easier said than done, that’s all.”

           “Here, I’ll take a sip to show you that’s it’s not bad!” Reaching for the cup, you burst out into a fit of laughter as Hobi stares down at the liquid with unabashed terror. He clears his throat and squares his shoulders. “Right…just one sip…”

           Blowing across the surface carefully, he sacrifices his tastebuds. The instant he swallows, he thrusts the cup back into your hands and dives off the bed. “Ach!” He rushes out of the room, no doubt heading for the kitchen. Indeed, a moment later you hear the faucet running and wonder if he just decided to shove his head under the running water instead of wasting time on grabbing a cup from the cupboard.

           With your water bottle on hand, you attempt to chug the medicine. It’s horrid, making you gag, but you continue until the contents are drained. You’ve just managed to drink some water to rid yourself of the lingering taste when you hear Hobi’s phone ring.

           “Hey hyung,” he’s still in the kitchen, but you can hear him clearly. “Oh, yeah…I don’t think we’re gonna make it. No, it’s not that, she said she’d come.”

           You freeze, holding the still-warm cup close to your chest. For some reason, your stomach does a little flip when you hear the way Hobi’s tone changes as he speaks about you. It’s infinitely softer, something you don’t recall hearing before.

           “She took a nap and woke up with a fever-” he pauses. “Yeah, I just gave her medicine. But she needs to rest. She’s exhausted. What? Ugh, really Jin? I’m not-” The sound of Hobi shuffling about has you leaning closer to the open door, trying to hear what he’s saying. His voice is much quieter when he speaks next, but you can still hear bits and pieces of what he’s saying. “I can’t just make a move on her while she’s sick, that’s unethical!”

           Clapping a hand over your mouth before he can hear you snort, your eyes widen. Make a move?

           On you?

           “Yah, quit it. Tell everyone I say hey, I’ve gotta go.” Again there’s a pause, quickly followed by an annoyed hiss. “See, this is why I never tell you anything.”

           He quickly says his goodbyes after that, and you scramble to appear normal despite your pounding heart. You hear Hobi’s sigh from the kitchen, and you wish you could know what he was thinking.

           “Alright,” Hobi calls, heading back into your room. The second he enters you feel as though you’re seeing him for the first time. “Let’s get it- oh, you already finished it?”

           You blink, suddenly blinded by the sight of his adoring smile. As he settles down on the edge of your bed, you manage a feeble nod.

           “Jagi,” again with the pet name, “you look exhausted. Let me take the dishes and how about you go back to sleep?”

           Despite the fact that you literally live in the same apartment, the thought of Hobi leaving you alone in your room has you stalling. “Uh, who called?”

           There’s a flicker of panic that’s quickly replaced with an easy smile. “Jin hyung, he was wondering where we were. Don’t worry, I told him we weren’t gonna be able to make it.”

           You’ve heard plenty about Jin – truthfully about all of Hobi’s friends. You were excited to meet them tonight, after hearing so many stories.

           “I’m sorry,” you frown, still clinging to your glass. “You can still go, if you want.”

           Hobi looks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “Why would I…? No, I’ll stay here with you. Can’t leave a sickie on their own, you know that.”

           Groaning, roll your eyes. “I feel like an idiot.”

“If you’re an idiot, I’m an idiot.”

You snort, setting your glass down before you cause an accident. “Isn’t it, ‘if you’re a bird, I’m a bird’?”

Hoseok shrugs, a smile playing on his lips. “Close enough.”

He holds your gaze for a few seconds too long, but neither one of you look away first. Instead you bunch up your blankets in your fists and offer him a crooked smile. “Thanks, Hobi.”

His eyes linger on your smile, his lips mirroring it. “Anytime.”

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4 months in

           Nothing has changed, and yet everything has.

           Ever since you fell ill, you’ve been jumpy. Anytime Hobi accidentally brushes up against you as he reaches for something in the kitchen, whenever he knocks on your door, even when he calls you from the grocery store. It all makes you jump and sends your heart racing.

           “You’re so dramatic.”

           You look up at Yuri, your most brutally honest friend. “…ouch?”

           She shakes her head, sinking down lower in her seat across from you. You keep boxing up your leftover food to take home, wondering if Hobi would like it.

           “I mean it. You’ve been freaking out about this guy for over a month now without doing anything about it.”

           You pause, looking at Yuri with wide, pleading eyes. “What am I supposed to do? He’s my roommate!”

           “So what? Your lease is up in a few weeks, isn’t it? If it backfires, just move out.”

           You snort. “Easier said than done. I can’t just up and move whenever I like, you know.”

           “You can’t or you don’t want to?”

           “Shut up.”

           “I refuse. Now,” Yuri checks the time on her phone. “tell me what you like about him.”

           “I never said-” you sputter, but Yuri holds up a hand and cuts you off.

           “Actions speak louder than words. He’s literally your background on your home screen.”

           Ok, that sounds like a bit much. It’s true, though. A week ago Hobi finally got to take you out to meet his friends. Together you went on a midnight hike (something you’d honestly never do again) and found a breathtaking view at the top. His friends, specifically Jimin and Taehyung, had practically shoved the two of you together for an impromptu photoshoot under the night sky.

           The photos are a little blurry and dark, but you love them. Enough to add one as your background. “But you can’t actually see us in the picture, it’s just pretty-”

           “Sure it is. You two make a cute couple.”

           “W-we do?”

           Yuri jumps up, clapping her hands and startling a couple just a few tables down. “Aha! See, you do have feelings for him!”

           “Ok, ok,” you hold up your hands in surrender. “Just sit down.”

           Once she’s taken her seat again and apologized loud enough for the couple she scared to hear her, you lean in close over the table. She rubs her hands together, looking every bit the scheming friend she is.

           “Alright, let’s plot, shall we?”

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           Hobi checks the window for the eighth time in under five minutes, brushing the curtains aside to see if your car is in the lot yet. It’s not.

           “C’mon Jung,” he rolls his neck, bouncing on his feet. “Calm down. Keep it chill. Everything’s fine.”

           Everything is not fine.

           Things haven’t been fine for months now, something he’s been able to deny to an impressive level. Last weeks, however, the lie came to an end.

           His friends loved you. Like, ranted and raved about how funny and cool you were until he was worried he needed to organize an intervention. Then, the icing on the cake.

           Yoongi had grabbed him while you were hiking back down, sandwiched between Jin and Jungkook. He nodded down at you, turning a knowing eye to Hobi.

           “So…when’s that gonna happen?”

           Hobi played dumb, frowning at Yoongi. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

           “Hoseok, c’mon.”

           You laughed at Taehyung, who jogged up ahead. He was quickly joined by Jungkook. Hobi’s pretty sure his heart stopped beating as you turned around, searching for him. Once your eyes found his, your smile widened.

           Yoongi laughed at his side. “You’re whipped, and you don’t even realize it.”

           Indeed he was. Dangerously so, if he was going off of the amount of times he’s knocked on your door to ask you out only to change his story at the very last moment to ask you something stupid instead. You never seemed to mind, just laughing at his strange questions and teasing him mercilessly.

           “Ok,” Hobi whispers to himself, still bouncing on the balls of his feet. “You’ve got this. Just rip it off like a Band-Aid. Quick and to the point.” He tilts his head to one side. “But not the painful part. No pain.”

           He’s in the middle of his pep talk when the sound of your key in the lock alerts him to your return. Hobi is standing in the middle of the living room, looking like an idiot. Naturally, he shoves his hands in his pockets. Yeah, that makes him look less like an idiot.

           The second the door opens and you step into the apartment, every thought eddies out of Hobi’s mind.

           You freeze, not expecting Hobi to be standing in the middle of the living room impersonating a lamp when you got home.

           “Hi…?” Hobi swallows at the sound of your voice, watching your every move as you slowly lift up the bag of leftovers. “I brought home leftovers if you want some…”

           “I need you to go out with me.”

           Now you’re really frozen, staring up at Hobi as his eyes widen at his own words.

           “What? What for?”

           “For me.”

           You slowly close the door behind you, setting the food down on the counter before turning to face Hobi again. “For you?”

           He nods, a panicked look in his eyes. “Yes. For me.”

           “Hobi, I don’t understand. Do you need a plus one or something for an event? Is that what it is?”

           Removing his hands from his pockets and taking a step towards you, Hobi shakes his head. “What? No, I need- I need you.”

            It’s a good thing you already set the food down. “Me?” You squeak out, looking your roommate up and down as he takes another step.

           “Us.”

           Clearly there’s been a communication error. Hobi brushes his hair back from his face, chewing on his bottom lip before coming to a stop before you.

           “Us,” he repeats, voice low. “I need us to be a thing.”

           “O-oh.” That’s all you can manage as you try to recall if Hobi has ever looked at you like this before. It’s hard to contain yourself when you realize that he has, however he’s always been quick to mask it with something else. Or, more often than not, a silly question.

           “Will- can you…” he stops, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. Without his gaze on you, you gain a bit of courage and raise a hand to cup his cheek. His eyes fly open, and he offers you a shy smile. “Do you want to go out with me? On a date?”

           Craning your neck, you hold your breath and plant a kiss on his cheek. You delight in the way he instantly flushes, garnering more courage by the second.

           “Yes.” Then you arch a brow. “I have one condition, though.”

           Hobi’s eyes are half closed as he looks down at you, appearing as though he’s slipped into some euphoric realm. “Hmm, anything.”

           “I demand French Toast.”

           Dissolving into a fit of laughter, Hobi sinks to the ground, taking you down with him. You protest, but not too much. Holding you tightly, Hobi subsides in his laughter enough to wink down at you. “French Toast it is.”

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[min-yunki-agustd]

-- All Together--

Sickie: Everyone ( = (BTS OT7)

Caretaker: TBD

TW: Food poising, nausea, vomiting, detailed descriptions of emeto, scat, etc

Word Count: 4k+

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There wasn't a single member in the car that didn't have beads of sweat covering their foreheads. Things were relatively fine on the drive to the airport. Until the car's air conditioner broke. They could have stopped and fixed it but, didn't want to miss their flight. They were a long way away from the airport. A part from the excruciating heat things was alright. That was until Jimin began to complain about motion sickness. Then taehyung, then hoseok. Yoongi was feeling sick too but he refused to mention it.

Jimin POV

Uncomfortable was an understatement. Jimin's clothes stuck to his overly heated body. His clothes were damp with sweat, clinging to his body. As if feeling his own damp clothes stick to his body wasn't enough the tight space between him and taehyung was also damp, and clinging together. To make things worse his stomach was giving him trouble. Having motion sickness along with being hot and sweaty was not a good mix. only this felt different. usually, when he had motion sickness it begin with a dizzy feeling in his head that lead to nausea. Right now he wasn't dizzy. It had to be carsickness he thought to himself. His stomach would jostle to the movement of the car. He tried looking out the window but it had no effect. It didn't make him feel more or less dizzy. The car hit a pothole. It Once again jostled his tummy. He should speak now while the car was still silent. " I'm not feeling so well" he announces to the other members," says with a handheld lightly over his tummy. Namjoon sitting in the very front of the vehicle turned his head. " are you feeling carsick Jiminie? " he ask. his body moving with the movement of the car as he spoke. staring directly into Jimin's cast-down eyes. " I think so," Jimin says looking at the hand holding his own stomach. Hoseok sat in the inside seat of the car Jimin beside him and taehyung on the outside. Taehyung moved his hand from his lap to place it on the back of Jimin's neck. He massaged that area of his neck. Taehyung would usually be more comforting and clingy but it was far too hot in the car to touch and move around a lot. Jimin was grateful that taehyung wasn't being clingy at the moment. Typically taehyungs fingers rubbing at the nape of his neck is comforting and stress relieving but taehyungs fingers were hot and clammy and Jimin's neck was slathered in sweat. Making the nauseous older more uncomfortable. " I'm sorry Jimin we don't have any more planned stops ahead. But if you begin to feel worse let me know and I'll see what we can do." namjoon informs Jimin, gives his knee a little pat, and then turns around in his seat. Jimin stays quiet, at some point in time his stomach drops and he questions whether or not he'd make it through this ride alive.

Taehyungs pov

Taehyung was a little relieved to know that he wasn't the only one not doing so well. He didn't really suspect the feeling to be carsickness but it was a reasonable explanation. The car was hot, the ride was bumpy and they'd been driving for a long time. These are the things that would make him carsick typically. Taehyung stomach began to bubble and twist. his stomach bubbling wasn't something that he couldn't recall usually happening while feeling carsick but he figured it was normal or something he hadn't noticed before. He felt a cramp in his stomach that swirled into nausea. Taehyung hopes this car ride ends pretty soon. He's not sure how well he could keep his stomach down. Especially if Jimin starts to get sick beside him. Both of the members throwing up would definitely be a disaster. Taehyung really hopes it doesn't come to that. He looks over to Jimin, he doesn't seem to be doing very well. Taehyung stops rubbing the other's nape. It doesn't seem to be helping Jimin any. Tahyung wanted to comfort the older but he felt doing so would only make him feel worse. He doesn't think he could stomach it either. Taehyung looked away from Jimin, he looked outside the window hoping to settle his own stomach. His stomach felt worse as he sat in the car. Taehyung tried to focus on keeping himself calm and steady against the car's shaking. He was feeling uneasy about being nauseous against the motion of the car. Despite taehyung being on the outside of the seat he felt trapped in the moving car.

Jimin POV

Before taehyungs hot fingers on his nape were uncomfortable, but he didn't realize he was distracting himself from the awful feeling building in his stomach until he felt taehyungs hand drift away. Now, instead of mentally complaining amount taehyungs hand, his mind was flooded with thoughts of his nausea. It felt like the hotter he got worse the nausea felt. It made him feel lightheaded.

Taehyung POV

The nausea was geting to a point of unbearableness. He could feel beads of sweat slowly drip down his spine. Making him shiver and twitch. " hyung..." he forced himself to say threw a nauseating cramp. he was referring to namjoon who sat in the front and gave Jin the directions off the GPS on his phone. " I'm feeling carsick too," taehyung says. looking at namjoon who hadn't yet turned his head. namjoon turned to the side. " would you like Jin hyung to open a window taetae?" Namjoon says. Taehyung felt as though speaking would worsen nausea boiling in his tummy so he shook his head and sat up a bit. namjoon signaled Jin to roll down the window as he drove and he did so. A blast of air hit the sweat members' faces. It was relieving compared to the humid air that formed inside the car. It wasn't enough for the boys growing nausea.

Jimin pov

I was starting to have trouble keeping my stomach in place. So much so that I could taste my lunch that I was so excited to chow down earlier. I feared I might not be able to alert namjoon of my troubles. After many years of dealing with carsickness, I was still no good at keeping my stomach down. I brought a fist to my face. He forced down a burp that threatened to send his lunch with it. The sour acidy taste burned his throat to swallow down. his stomach churned uncomfortably. He knew he hadn't much time before he'd see his lunch again. Only he won't be as happy as when he saw it the first time.

Taehyung Pov

Taehyung caught on to Jimin's struggle when he heard an odd and pain full sounding swallow from Jimin. It was loud enough to hear and catch his attention. He didn't think too much of it until he actually turned to look at Jimin. Jimin had his fist over his mouth. Tae watched as Jimin's cheeks buffed up and released. He hopes that it was air filling the younger cheeks but he doubts his own optimism. Taehyung knew Jimin, He knew that if the older was struggling now to keep his stomach down, there wouldn't be much time before he eventually loses the battle. " HYUNG! I THINK WE NEED TO STOP" taehyung panicked, he knew what was coming next if they didn't stop and let Jimin out of the bus. Unfortunately, this scared the living daylights out of jin who slams his foot down on the break. which causes the car behind him to do the same. Jin Pulls the car over to the side. Unfortunately for Jimin, it was a little too late.

Hosoeks Pov

Hoseok wasn't sure if it was because of the commotion, the heat, or the nagging feeling he was geting in his stomach but he felt very overwhelmed. The root of the swirling sensation was most likely anxiety. fearing one of the carsick members might throw up. At least that's what he told himself, in order to keep calm. Still, the louder the members beside him yell about the situation the more nervous and nauseous he feels. He too had a rising sickening feeling in his stomach. He was conflicted now. Was it him also experiencing carsickness or was he experiencing sympathy sickness aka emetophobia? Thinking about it only makes him feel worse. It was hard not to when taehyung was yelling about how sick Jimin feels. The feeling he felt now was simply awful. He was trapped. The furthest from the exit in the bus, the heat making him feel clammy and his stomach swirling with not only the swift movement of the bus but Jimin panicking moving around in his seat. It was overwhelming and frankly enough to send his stomach over the edge. Jin was slowing down the car after being alerted by Tahyung. Jin hyung wasn't fast enough for Jimin's stomach. Jimin released a loud gag. It alerted all the members making six of their heads turn towards Jimin. The only one who didn't look was jin he gave a glance through the review mirror and put his eyes back on the road. It was an awful sight to see. I should have looked away but my fear for Jimin overcame me. That was until I saw some of Jimins lunch splash onto my lap. I almost lost it then and there. I turned my head and gagged harshly into my hands. It was an immediate reaction hoseok could not control. My stomach went from my throat to my hands. Every gag that Jimin gave off hoseok echoed one back. It was a mess. There was barely any time passed before taehyung was joining us. Most likely, he was also hit with a splash of puke. hoseok's heart was racing. his stomach wasn't letting up and neither were Jimin's and taehyung's. Hoseok bent forward and retched. throwing up on his knee and the wall of the car. it splattered and slid down. the sight only promoted him to do it again. he tried looking away from the sick he'd created but he was only greeted with the sick Jimin had created on the other side of him. He threw up again adding layer and layer of sick on his pants, the floor, the seat in front of him, Jimin. The constant retching caused his head to pulse painfully making him feel lightheaded and weak. He couldn't stop. He tried so hard to stop. but every time he'd tried to breathe in the sight and spell of the sick would be taugnting him. It was not just his own sick that was plaguing him it was Jimin who had coughed up his full course meal right beside him. Hoseok doesn't think that he will ever sit this far inside again. He can't even leave out of the car and get away from the others and the mess they've made.

Tahyung Pov

Jimin set me off. He gagged a couple of times. That, I could handle. A huge wave of sick splattering onto his and hoseok lap is a different battle. I unintentionally let off a dry gag. I felt bad for doing so because I knew that gagging and Jimin having thrown up could also set off hoseok. I try and keep myself together. I hold my mouth and look away from Jimin. I'm not typically one to get sympathy sick, but I was already feeling pukey myself. Which is why I mentioned it to namjoon hyung. I was starting to feel really really sick. hoseok was throwing up now. I told myself that I would wait for Jin to pull over completely and get out seeing as I was close to the door and need to let out the other sick-feeling members, but It didn't quite happen that way. What did happen was Jimin accidentally threw up on my pants. I'm not with a very strong stomach at times like this. I couldn't really hold down my nausea anymore. I could feel the vomit chilled and stick to my legs. Something about the soggy junks and the gagging and retching going on set me off. I tried my best to keep it down. Using my hands to cover my mouth and minimize the mess. In the end, my body gave up for me. causing me to lurch forward. I had to use my hands to hold on to the seat in front of me so I wouldn't fall over. Taehyung threw his lunch up faster than he could keep up with. creating choking sounds as he let up a heaping pile of sick.

Seokjin/namjoon POV

We've dealt with carsick members from time to time but never like this. Not all at once. Maybe one or two sick feeling members but not three members puking their guts up right beside each other. Maybe we should have stopped and taken a short break when Jimin first mentioned feeling sick. The smell of the car was absolutely putrid and it messed with jins stomach. luckily he had a strong stomach and knew this despite a challenging task would not set him off. He just hoped the remaining nonsick members feel the same. Seok Jin pulled the car off to the side and turned around. He hoped to see members flooding the car. Instead, he sees taehyung losing his lunch on the floor, Jimin trying to hold off until tae moves, and hoseok letting off empty gags into his chunky vomit hand. Jin hops out of the car. Seen as the members in the middle row were struggling quite a bit. He walks over to the side of the car and pulls open the door. namjoon is behind him ready to go. He takes taehyung who is still vomiting on the floor and pulls him out. This creates a zig zag line of sick leading out of the car. namjoon moaned at the mess. "hyunggg awhh why couldn't you wait till he was finished. " namjoon says stepping out of taehyungs way. Once tae was out of the car he takes a little jog to get further away and falls to the ground retching. " let's get'em outta hear joon, the faster the better." jin says and he climbs in trying to avoid the sick which was spattered practically everywhere. He took a handful full of a clean potion from Jimin's shirt and gives it a little tug. Jimin gagged at jin's quick pull. " hyung wait, I got it. " Jimin rises from his seat keeping his head down careful not to hit his head on the roof of the car. Not really caring about avoiding sick seen as he was covered in it. Jimin slowly steps out of the car but his clean hand is on jin's shoulder to help him out of the car without falling over. Standing up after throwing up a lot made Jimin light-headed. Once he stepped out of the car Jimin slowly walked to a place away from the car and plopped down. He lay back in the grass attempting to catch his breath.

Now the only member left on the row of vomit was hoseok. Hoseok sat curled up with his elbow covering his mouth. He was trying to protect his nose from the awful stench, and he couldn't use his hands because they were soild with puke. Every so often a hoseok would close his eyes and a strained wet retch could be heard threw the fabric of his shirt. Jin climbed back in once more and gave hoseoks shoulder a tap. " come on hobi "Jin says as calm and kind as he could. of course, hoseok wanted to get out of the seat but he couldn't bring himself to move. He tried, he'd have to open his eyes and he knew for a fact that would set his stomach off. "Hobiii" namjoon says in a light and playful tone. "Let's get you outta here hobi" namjoon can see that he is struggling. Namjoon gingerly puts a hand on a clean part of hoseoks arm to guide him out of the car. " He gives hobi a gentle nugde and he doesn't move at first. " wait," hoseok says. he begins to breathe roughly. Hoseok slowly lowers his arm from his mouth and opens his eyes a sliver. His eyes were greeted with the awful visuals of several splotches of multicolored vomit. He gagged weakly. He tried to calm himself as he let namjoon carefully guide him out of the car. Once hoseok was almost completely out of the car he slid into a puddle of sickness almost falling down. namjoon tried to catch him but he was uncessesuful. hoseok caught himself. Which ended with his hand touching a chunky coated area of the seat. The feeling made him shiver. He felt his stomach twist the chunks under his fingers. namjoon watched as hoseok's cheeks puffed out. He could hold onto his mouth and try to stop it his hands were too filthy. A spray of vomit pushed past his lips. Namjoon was right in the vomit zone so he hopped out of the way. A little sick did manage to hit the side of his shirt. The only thing namjoon cared about was geting hoseok out of the car. He pulled on his arm and hoseok to that last step out of the car. hoseok took a few steps and threw up over the grass not being able to go any further.

As hobi does so namjoon sticks his head in the bus. He looks to the back, his eyes find a sleeping jungkook who has not stirred since he fell asleep. Should he wake him and get him out of the car or leave him to sleep in peace. Namjoon decided to leave him there. He wasn't dirty and he seemed to be fine. He looked at all the members standing outside of the car. Taehyung was still throwing his guts up, and Jimin is sitting on the ground rubbing his tummy. Jin hyung is there trying to comfort both of them. namjoon should go help him with that but there are only four people outside the car. five including himself and he knows for sure jungkook is in the car.... so wheres yoongi? is he still in the car? why was he still in the car? if three members are feeling carsick there was a strong chance that he does too. even if it's just a little so why would he sit in a stinky puke-covered car? namjoon thought. he turned around and took a peek at the front of the car. yoongi was there motionless. (hehe motionless min) The only sign of life namjoon noticed was his heavy, brisk breathing. Namjoon walked over to him. "hyung?" yoongi didn't respond. yoongi looks sick in the face his eyes were also closed. He had handfuls of his pants grasped in his hands. " hyung" namjoon says again this time putting a hand on yoongi's shoulder. yoongi opened his eyes. " hyung do you feel sick?" namjoon asks holding on to the smaller man. " no" yoongi says quickly. Closing his mouth and breathing briskly out of his nose instead. Namjoon knew he was lying. His hyung usually did a better job of it though.

POV Yoongi

yoongi got lost in the commotion. He was also feeling sick. He knew one thing for a fact. This was not car sickness. This felt nothing like carsickness at all. He's had motion sickness for years in cars and planes and he knew the difference between feeling sick and feeling motion sick. first off he was light-headed and bloated. He'd eaten hours ago so why does it feel undigested in his stomach? Sure the motion of the car worsened it but he could definitely tell this was beyond motion sickness. His stomach was off. It felt extremely odd. He couldn't recall having this feeling before. The ride only heightened his nausea. It got worse when he heard the sound of vomiting. He didn't want to make things worse so he stayed quiet about how he felt. It was hard to do with three others behind him giving loud gags and stomach-turning retches. He knew that if he stayed calm and focused on staying calm with measured breaths he would be able to keep his lunch down. At least until they stop somewhere. Well, now they were. After sitting threw the sound of each member being dragged out of the car while either retching or vomiting, it was a little hard to keep his own stomach calm. It had gotten to the point where his breaths became desperate and panicky. This is how namjoon found him. Still sitting in the car breathing heavily. Namjoon was concerned his hyung seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack. This was surprising because yoongi is typically calm even in extreme cases such as this. This is also why he asked if his hyung was sick. Because that was the only way his hyung could be freaked out right now. Yoongi gave namjoon a look that said everything he need to know. namjoon understood. Yoongi never gives much or any eye contact so he knows this means something. namjoon rubbed yoons arm and guided him out of the car. there he found a seat on the ground beside Jimin who now sat up in the grass.

POV namjoon

All the members were accounted for. He could feel himself getting stressed so he took a second to lean up against the car. He had to figure out what to do next. On things were clear they were probably gonna miss their flight if they haven't already. He felt a headache coming on just thinking about how the heck they were gonna get the bus cleaned. His stomach felt a little odd. He took it and the headache that had formed as just a product of stress from the situation. he took a deep breath in and a deep breath out. Once he felt calmed he got up and walked over to jin hyung who was now beside yoongi. Jin was rubbing yoongi's back and asking him 20 questions to which he barely replied. He seemed annoyed. Namjoon interrupted the conversation to talk to Jin. " jin hyung, what are we gonna do about the car?" namjoon sits down on the ground in front of jin. jin looks at the car. the door was still wide open. he could quite literally see a drip of vomit falling out of the car creating various small puddles. it looked gross. " do we have any cleaning supplies at all?" jin ask. both namjoon and jin look at yoongi. yoongi was always prepared for anything. He always had just what they needed. " what?" yoongi says at the two looking at him. " I have nausea meds, meds for stomach aches and I have a pack of tissues but that's all I got," yoongi explains. " I guess those tissues will have to do," jin says. " namjoon facepalms. The three rise from the ground and follow yoongi. yoongi goes over to his seat and pulls out small plastic rapped tissues and hands them over to namjoon. " welp this is better than nothing at all I guess."namjoon says. " that essentially IS nothing at all" jin jokes. namjoon wasn't in the joking mood, the stress was really geting to him. He's gonna have to clean a heaping mess of vomit with a travel package of 60 tissues. This was going to be a painfully long day. He did the best he could with what he had.

It didn't get everything surrounding the seat but the seat itself was clean enough to sit on. which wouldn't make much of a difference when the three sickly boys were covered in vomit. It also didn't contain the putrid smell at all either. He just needs them to survive long enough to get to the closes gas station. Even a convenience store would do as long as they could get the mess cleaned up in the car. He finished up the car the best he could and caught the member's attention. " Hey, guys listen up! I cleaned the car, but it's still quite messy inside. Jin will drive us to the closes convenient store or gas station and we will do a better job of cleaning it. I also need someone to hit up our manager because were behind and still no one was near the airport so we're probably gonna miss our flight. There was moaning and groaning but everyone got up and prepared themselves to get back into the car. They sat right back where they were before. As soon as hoseok tried entering the car he caught a whiff of the smell and gagged dryly immediately. He and the others managed to get inside. They road with all the windows open.

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I decided to cut it here and just make a part 2

I hope you have enjoyed thanks for reading!

[seokjinsxmoon]

injured on stage - hoseok

sickie: hoseok

caregivers: ot7 (kinda)

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The boys were on the final leg of their latest world tour, and all of the members were exhausted after the long legs of travel and the packed schedules, to say the least. They had finally reached Seoul, the final leg of their world tour, and a sold-out four-day run in the Olympic stadium.

All of the members had been putting in extra effort for the final shows, wanting to show their Korean fans how grateful they were for their support. One member who had been pushing himself particularly hard was Hoseok. Hoseok is always extremely self-critical of his performances and always looks for a chance to improve.

The group's choreographer had suggested a change to one of their dance routines by adding an additional dance break starring Hoseok and Jimin, as a way to make the final leg of the shows even more spectacular than their previous ones.

During the last week of preparations, Hoseok had seldom left the practice room, attempting to perfect the new routine. His entire body felt tired and his muscles ached, but he had endured worse, and anyway, he'd do anything to make the fans and their team happy.

Drenched in sweat and feeling more tired than he was sure he had ever been in his life, Hoseok got his phone out of his bag and checked the time. It's 2 AM.

He sighed, raking a hand through his damp hair. 'One more run-through of the choreo and then I'll head back to the hotel.' He told himself.

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Hoseok didn't leave the dance studio until close to dawn, getting a whole two hours of restless sleep before their managers came around to wake them up for breakfast. When the usually cheery Hoseok appeared at breakfast looking visibly exhausted, the other members were concerned.

"Hobi Hyung, are you feeling okay? You look tired." Taehyung asked around a mouthful of food.

"Yeah Hyung, you didn't get back here until really late last night, I didn't hear you come into our room," Jimin added, casting a glance over to Hoseok, who was leaning against his hand, his elbow on the breakfast table.

He immediately perked up. "Ah, I'm fine, Jiminie-ah!" Hoseok said with fake cheeriness as he helped himself to coffee from the French press coffee pot that was sitting in the middle of the table, adding milk and a sugar packet before taking a sip. "Just didn't find the hotel bed comfy that's all!"

This comment seemed to spark conversations about hotel arrangements amongst the members, and when Hoseok was sure no one was watching, he let his face fall.

He may have fooled some of the members, but he wasn't fooling Yoongi.

"Hobi, you really don't look good," He said deadpan.

"Yoon, I'm just a bit tired that's all," He said with a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I'm just saying that you should take it easy until the show later, have a rest for once,"

"Of course Hyung,"

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Hoseok, true to character, did not rest.

They were going through final rehearsals in the dance studio before they headed to the stadium for soundcheck.

Hoseok had put every last bit of energy he had into the choreography, and much to his delight it was perfect, not a single mistake and the transition between the original choreo and the added dance break was flawless, almost as if it had been a part of the routine in the first instance.

The group were now on the way to the stadium, the seven of them loaded into the van, with Hoseok taking one of the seats at the very back, Namjoon seated next to him.

The leader looked over to Hoseok, who was fighting to keep his eyes open. "Hoseok-hyung, why don't you have a nap before the soundcheck?"

"Joonie-ah, I'm fine-" Hoseok was cut off by Namjoon jumping in.

"Hoseok, you look awful, just have a twenty-minute nap, it won't kill you,"

Hoseok sighed. "Fine..." He grumbled under his breath and turned to look out of the window of the van, forcing himself to stay awake.

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When they arrived at the venue, Seokjin set about ordering some food for them to eat after the soundcheck, the other members sorting through their stuff and scrolling through social media on their phones.

Hoseok made a show of laying down on the couch and closing his eyes to Namjoon but didn't actually sleep.

If the dancer was honest, it felt very good to give his aching muscles a rest, and he let his body relax into the soft black leather of the couch. He didn't truly relax, instead opting to visualise the dreaded dance break behind his closed eyes, running through it time and time again.

On the fifth mental run-through, Hoseok found himself fighting the heavy edges of sleep. He couldn't sleep now, the soundcheck was in ten minutes, and then it would be on with eating dinner and the pre-show ritual.

He decided he'd just enjoy laying down and let his back muscles stretch out a bit longer.

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Soundcheck went off without a hitch, and everyone's in-ear monitors and microphones were working as intended. The members got a chance to check the camera angles and get used to the ever so slightly different stage set-up in preparation for the opening show that night.

Once soundcheck had ended, the boys went back to the green room, finally getting to dig into the food that Seokjin had ordered.

Jin had chosen some pork belly for Hoseok, one of his favourites, and something the dancer would usually be extremely excited to eat as a pre-show meal.

Instead, Hoseok quietly thanked the elder member as he handed him the plastic container, and tried to look somewhat interested in the maknae's excited conversation while pushing his food around with his fork in an attempt to make it look like he had been eating from the container.

"Hobi-hyung, are you alright? You're being really quiet.." Jungkook said softly to Hoseok when the rest of the members had become distracted by the 95 liners arguing.

"I'm fine Kookie-ah, I'm just a bit nervous," Hoseok said before taking a small piece of pork and eating it, his stomach churning as he did so. "I just want to give the fans a good show"

Jungkook hummed in agreement, nodding his head before turning back to his food.

A member of the tour crew peered their head around the door, reminding them that they would have to be ready in an hour.

Hoseok swallowed thickly, and silently willed his body to get its shit together.

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From Hoseok's perspective, the show was going as planned. Although, in his original plan, he would have definitely had more energy than this.

He'd managed to maintain his bright mood maker persona for the crowd, throwing himself into the performance with any of the residual energy he had left.

He was tired.

No, he was exhausted.

Exhaustion he felt deep in his bones, causing his muscles to ache and his head to pound.

About halfway through the concert, it had started to rain. But that wasn't out of the ordinary for Korea in spring, and none of the members, nor the tour crew thought anything of it.

Hoseok and the other members had just completed their final costume change and were preparing to perform their new choreography in front of fans for the first time.

The stage lights were out, and they quickly moved into their starting positions, before the music began, and Hoseok's brain went into autopilot mode.

He was performing the choreography just as he had practised, transitioning into the dance break, which heavily focused on hip-hop and his ability to pop and lock, as well as some acrobatic elements.

He jumped, as he had done hundreds of times in the past week, but this time his brain felt fuzzy. He couldn't hear the backing track, he couldn't hear the fans. Instead, his ears rang a high pitched noise that irritated his already sore head.

He felt his feet make contact with the floor, only for them to slide out from underneath him, one of his legs going sideways, and his head making contact with the hard floor of the stage, the world fading to black.

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"Hoseok?!" He could hear his name being called, it sounded far away.

Something cold and damp came into contact with his forehead, he hissed, teeth grit with pain.

"Hobi-hyung! Wake up!" He heard Jimin's tearful voice.

Hoseok became vaguely aware of something being held against his face. His eyes flicked open, to be met with the blinding view of the dressing room lights above him.

He squinted, and the concerned and teary faces of the other boys came into view. Seokjin was holding a very emotional Jungkook to his chest, looking down at where Hoseok was laying with anxiety lacing his features.

"Seokie-ah! You gave us quite a fright there!" Namjoon said, some relief flooding his voice.

"What happened?" Hoseok asked, but it was muffled by the oxygen mask one of the staff was holding against his face.

"You slipped on the wet floor and hit your head,"

Hoseok tried to sit up but found the firm hands of Yoongi gently pushing him back down to where he was laying on the floor.

"Stay still Hobi-ah, we've got to wait for the ambulance to check you over." The smaller man said, petting Hoseok's hair gently.

Hoseok felt like an idiot. He shouldn't have gone ahead with the performance with the way he was feeling, yet he did anyway. And now he's stuck laying on the floor with his best friends worrying about him.

Tears welled in his eyes and he sniffled. He felt a hand gently smooth his hair back from his forehead and coo. "Hoseokie-ah, I knew you weren't well, it was an even bigger tell when you didn't eat your pork this afternoon," Said Seokjin, who was the one to comfort him this time.

Staff had lifted the oxygen mask from his face now as the paramedics checked Hoseok's eye relaxes for concussion by having him follow their finger while shining a torch in his eyes. When they had finished, they went over to talk with the staff members.

Hoseok let out a high pitched whimper, followed by a sob, his tears flowing freely now. The boy felt more embarrassed than anything, he'd made a show of himself in front of the fans, and the clip of him falling was probably making the rounds on every online news site in Korea now.

"It's okay baby, I'm here, Seokjin's got you," The eldest member assured, his fatherly instincts coming out as he held Hoseok's hand.

The paramedic came over to the group. "Mr Jung is cleared to go home. He doesn't appear to be exhibiting any symptoms of a concussion as of right now, but he still needs plenty of rest, as his blow to the head was major. If he begins to experience any symptoms such as memory loss, disorientation, nausea or blackouts, then you must call an ambulance or bring him to the hospital immediately." He said seriously.

"Yes sir, thank you for all of your help," Namjoon said before a manager showed the ambulance crew out.

He knelt next to Hoseok. "Let's get you home and into bed for a long sleep, ay Hobi-hyung?" He said gently.

Hoseok nodded. He couldn't imagine anything better right now...