#hobi sickfic

[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.

[setsuuestsu]

After the Trip

Note: I’m so sorry this literally took like 4 months to complete.

Sickie Hoseok | Word Count 7177

There was a knock on the door of his hotel room.

“Hoseok-ah, will you be ready to leave for the airport soon?” Sejin asks. “The car just pulled up out front.”

He glances at the clothes meticulously placed around the room. If he quickly folds them into his suitcase, he could probably be done within the next five or so minutes. 

“Coming!” he calls back, scurrying around the room first grabbing the socks he had hanging up to dry on the hotel lamp and the shirts he had folded and set on the desk. He places them in his suitcase (color-coordinating them, obviously) and then sets to work on the rest of his clothing. Five minutes later than he said he would be, he opens the door to the room and greets Sejin, who is standing outside holding two coffees with a suitcase and a carry-on bag next to him. One of the two coffees is handed to him and he bows gratefully to his manager. 

The older man shakes out his hand, most likely tired from holding the coffee for so long. Hoseok feels bad. He issues an apology, but the elder is quick to shake it off. “Are you ready to leave now?”

Hoseok nods, holding up his carry-on bag (Louis Vuitton obviously) and his suitcase (also Louis Vuitton). “I’m ready! Do you need me to carry anything for you?”

Sejin smiles. “That won’t be necessary, Hoseok-ah. I know you’re still tired from your performance.” 

That assumption is absolutely correct. It was only two days ago that he had performed at Lollapalooza, starting ten minutes early and ending ten minutes late because of how anxious he was. Thank God Jimin had come to support him, because he would not have had the energy to perform. His maknae had left the previous day, however, having had schedules to return to. And then after his performance, he flew to New York for some very important business.

“Try to rest on the plane.” Sejin says. “You have a schedule to return to once we get back. I wasn’t in favor of it, but …”

Hoseok understands. He is an idol, after all. He just wishes he could have a small break. But with the Busan concert drawing near, he knows it’s not feasible to ask for time off. 

They make it to the elevator and step inside. There’s a mother and a small child inside already. Hoseok awkwardly slides past them and heads to the back of the elevator with Sejin in tow. The manager looks almost comical in his large (and this is by Hoseok's standards) sunglasses and Hawaiian print shirt, despite them being in Chicago at the moment. The little girl is coughing and sniffling and Hoseok cringes, leaning more against the wall.

He internally panics. He doesn’t really get sick easily or often (excluding if one of the other members gets sick, since they’re all always together, so that doesn’t count) but he’s just done a long set and he’s exhausted and feeling weak already. A cold on top of that would not be pleasant.

But maybe it’s allergies. He shouldn’t jump to conclusions. It’s an elevator, it might be dusty. In fact, Hoseok feels his own nose start to tickle a little. He rubs it with his knuckles, willing the tickle to go away.

It takes a moment, but he’s good now. The kid coughs one last time before the elevator doors open, and everyone piles out. 

He spots the car almost immediately, the black contrasting to the rest of the cars lined up outside of the hotel. The driver hops out and assists Hoseok and Sejin in piling the bags into the trunk. Once finished, the driver motions for the two to get into the car. The two climb into the backseat and wait as the driver buckles himself in. 

Hoseok pulls out his phone as the car pulls out from the area of the hotel. He opens the group chat he has with the members and snorts softly as he sees some of the messages from Taehyung the previous day. 

Thankfully, it’s not terribly far from the hotel to the airport, so he probably won’t be too bored. 

He sends a quick text to the group chat to let them know that he’ll be at the airport soon. Of course, the members text back pretty quickly, sans Jungkook who could be doing all of the above right now.

Taehyung: See you soon hyung!

Suga hyung: Safe flight, Hoseokie.

seokjin hyung: Jwee-Hopeeee, let's go for drinks when you get back!!

Hoseok smiles and closes his phone. It won’t be long until he’s at the airport. Then he can spend time with all of the members when they’re preparing for the Busan concert.

Sejin hands Hoseok his passport, an item the managers tend to hold onto now ever since the Namjoon Incident. The two step out and behind them, the car holding his bodyguards stops. Hoseok bows in greeting at the two bodyguards and then proceeds to follow Sejin towards the doors of the airport. 

Immediately, he’s met with the sound of screaming. Fans crowd the barricades and he sends them as many finger hearts as he can until he nearly walks into a wall and his security guard has to pull him to the left. 

One of the security guards takes his and Sejin’s suitcases and the idol and manager are led to be boarded for first class once they go through passport control and walk through the metal detectors. 

“Do you have a mask?” Sejin asks, pulling his up his nose and mouth. 

Hoseok shoves his hands in his pockets, frowning when all he’s met with is a bit of lint and a small RJ plushie Jin had shoved in his bag before he had left. “No … I think I left it in my suitcase.”

The manager digs through his own pockets. “And I didn’t think to bring any extras … Maybe we could stop to buy  another one?”

Just then, the announcer calls for them to board. Hoseok frantically looks towards the duty free shop and the gate and accepts that he has no time to buy a mask. And yikes, who wants to breathe nasty, nasty plane air???

Sejin looks at him apologetically. “Try not to breathe?”

Hoseok wrinkles his nose and follows close behind Sejin to their seats. 

On their flight, there’s honestly a good amount of people flying first class. And by that, the other eight seats are full. Hoseok glances to his left and spots what is most definitely an ARMY as they are holding a Mang plush and he can see them mouthing the lyrics to The Truth Untold.

ARMY to the left spots him and Hoseok holds back a laugh as the person’s face turns red and they frantically wave at them. Hoseok waves back, then settles down in his chair, Sejin across from him. 

Behind him, Hoseok hears a mother and her crying child. The mother speaks in a language Hoseok can’t understand and he immediately gives up even trying.

Hoseok turns to Sejin. “Do I offer a lollipop? Would that help?”

The manager frowns. “I think the saying in America is ‘Don’t take candy from strangers.’” 

Hoseok nods in understanding, though he doesn’t truly understand. He would love candy …

Anyways …

The child continues crying and sniffling and Hoseok feels bad. He really wants to comfort the child but it is true that he doesn’t know the mother or the child and he doesn’t think they would appreciate some random guy trying to talk to them. 

Eventually, the rest of the passengers are boarded onto the plane and Hoseok turns to the screen on the back of the seat in front of him. It’s Rom-Com time, and now he has to decide which one to watch.

The pilot announces that they’re going to take off now and Hoseok buckles himself in. 

Thankfully, the child goes quiet and (probably?) falls asleep. Though then, the snoring starts.

Hoseok takes a glance at the snoring child and immediately shoves his headphones on, trying to block out the loud noise. It’s a fourteen and a half hour flight and if there’s too much noise, Hoseok would cry. 

The headphones don’t do much, and the child continues to snore. 

He very much so wants to scream.

♪♪♪♪

Halfway into the flight, Hoseok feels his nose start to drip. He frantically reaches for one of the napkins he had saved from the last snack the flight attendant had given him. 

He blows his nose, taking care to be as quiet as possible so as to not disturb some of the other passengers.

He sniffles, nose ever so slightly still running. He blames it on plane air quality. And if you know, it’s not quite the finest. Plus, now he’s fine. 

Maybe he needs a nap.

Another two hours later, he wakes up from his desperately needed nap and his head is aching. 

It’s not because he’s getting sick. It’s because of the way he slept. Yeah … that’s it. Neck pillows don’t really work anyways. They’re like … a sandbag for the neck. Not. Comfortable.

He glances over to Sejin, who is currently enticed with some American rom-com. He’s watched that one before. Yoongi had picked it out last movie night, claiming that he had owed Jimin one or something. 

That was obviously a lie.

His nose tickles ever so slightly and he rubs at it with the back of his hand. “Heh-hh”

The manager glances over at him, pulling an earbud out. “Did you say something?”

Hoseok wills the sneeze down and shakes his head. “No.”

Sejin goes back to his movie and Hoseok lets out a breath he had no clue he was holding. It’s bad enough to get sick. It’s even worse when other people find out. 

And besides, he’s not sick.

The kid with the mother sitting behind him coughs loudly and Hoseok cringes. What is it with kids and germs these days? Is every kid just automatically germ-infested? He thinks to predebut Jungkook and how he would sit with him if his maknae would come home from school under the weather. 

The tickle in his nose grows even stronger and he has no time to search for another napkin. He quickly cups a hand over his nose. “HhITSCH!”

A few people glance over at him and Hoseok sinks down in his chair. That was so loud and embarrassing and he’s never wanted to be ejected from the plane more than this moment.

His nose tickles again and his hands frantically fly to cover his face. He tries his damn hardest to stifle, pinching his nose as tightly as he can. “hh-ngxst!”

Unfortunately, that stifle meant that his nose is now frustratingly wet. And he’s out of napkins.

He glances over to Sejin, who once again is engrossed in his movie.

“Hyu’g.” he softly calls, though his voice is congested so it doesn’t come out sounding quite right. “Do you ha’be a tissue?”

Sejin looks up and stares at him for a moment. Hoseok stares back.

He blinks. Neither of them move.

Sejin seems to snap back to reality because once Hoseok’s words echo in his brain, he snaps to action. “Do you want the lotion infused ones or the regular?”

Ah … he feels like Jungkook now. Usually things like this happen to the maknae, not him. But, he digresses. “Lotion please.”

At this rate, if he doesn’t take the lotion infused tissues, his nose is going to be red and feel so uncomfortable. And he feels another sneeze building up in his sinuses.

Sejin digs through his pockets, then seems to realize his movie is still playing. He stops for a minute and Hoseok feels his heart drop. He needs that tissue. He feels so gross.

“Hyung,” Hoseok softly calls. “Tissue?”

Sejin quickly returns to his manager-ish self. He eventually fishes out a little pack of tissues after searching through his carry-on bag. He hands them to Hoseok, who gratefully takes one and immediately holds it to his nose. He sneezes as quietly as he can, and thankfully, no one looks over at him. He blows again, and then once he’s finished, he crumples up the tissue and sets it to the side to be thrown out. He takes an antibacterial wipe and wipes down his hands. 

By now, he’s hopefully done.

But as luck would have it, he’s not. An hour later, Hoseok feels a tickle in the back of his throat and the next thing he knows, he’s trying to hold back a coughing fit into his fist. Sejin reaches over and pats him on the back. 

From the seat behind him, he hears the child’s voice talking to the mother. “Mommy, that man is being really disruptive.”

Hoseok frowns, forehead creasing. Hadn’t the child cried for like, a hot half hour before the flight? He shakes his head. Children don’t know any better. He himself cried often as a child, his sister always attesting to that. 

When the flight attendant brings him his dinner, Hoseok feels a strong tickle deep in his sinuses. He stutters out a breath and then turns so he doesn’t sneeze directly on her, instead turning into his opposite elbow. “Hah-tschh!” 

She hands him a napkin, sets his tray down, and then moves to assist the next person. He blows his nose, the sound quite pathetic, and then sniffles. He’s starting to become congested now and despite the few naps he’s taken throughout the flight, he’s exhausted. He feels like he could sleep for days, perhaps even weeks at a time. 

Although hungry earlier, now that the food is here, Hoseok really isn’t hungry. He closes the lid on the container of bibimbap the flight attendant gave him and curls up to the side, shutting his eyes once more. 

♪♪♪♪

The next time he wakes up, the plane seat screen tells him that there’s four hours left in the flight. He feels even more congested, if that’s even possible, and his nose is running again. 

Using his last napkin, he blows his nose, trying to blow as hard as possible, since it’s the last napkin and he has too much shame in asking for some more. 

Sejin looks over at him and seems to realize that Hoseok is starting to become unwell. “Is it allergies?”

Can allergens even reach him from his high in the air? He voices this thought to Sejin who nods. “Yeah, pollen can stick to other passengers, or the air may be too dry in here for you.”

Judging by the tell-tale tickle in the back of his throat whenever he gets sick, this isn’t allergies. But one can dream. So in that case, Hoseok shrugs. “Maybe.”

His sinuses tickle and he raises his elbow to his nose. “Heh-ITSCHiew!”

“Do you need antihistamines?” Sejin asks, already rummaging through his carry-on. “I thought I might have packed them …”

Another minute passes, and eventually Sejin emerges empty-handed. “Apparently I lied to myself. Sorry, Hoseok-ah.”

The dancer waves him off. “Don’t worry about it, hyung. I’ll be alright.”

But now he’s a snotty-nosed mess and he doesn’t have any napkins left. Sejin, seemingly reading his mind, waves down the nearest flight attendant. Hoseok quickly shields his nose with his hand so she doesn’t have to see how gross he feels

“Could we have some more napkins?” Sejin quietly asks. 

The flight attendant nods. “We have tissues too if that’s better.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened. Were they gate keeping the tissues this whole time? He pleads with his eyes for Sejin to get the tissues instead. 

The manager nods in understanding. “Hoseok-ah would like the napkins.”

Hoseok smacks his forehead with his non-busy hand. Sejin bows in apology. “Sorry, we’ll take the tissues. Oh, and another bag of those chips… the nacho cheese flavor? Those were good …”

Thankfully, since they’re first class, the flight attendant returns quickly and Hoseok is graced with soft, soft tissues. 

Once he finishes blowing, his throat tickles slightly and he muffles a cough or two into his elbow. Sejin reaches over the aisle and pats him on the back. 

“I’m going to return to my work.” Sejin announces softly. “You look tired, so get some rest. But if you need me, just let me know.”

Hoseok knows that the “work” that Sejin is talking about is just another movie, but he gets the point. Besides, the man has already done so much for him.

He nods, eyes threatening to slip shut. “Thank you, hyung.”

♪♪♪♪

The last, final time he wakes up, the first few seconds are pure bliss. But then a headache slams into him full force and he can’t help but let out a groan. 

“Shhhh.” the annoying kid behind him says, finger to his lips. “We have to be quiet. Mommy says that it’s time to sleep since we’re almost there.” 

The ARMY with the Mang plushie glares at the child. “You can’t say that to J-Hope-ssi!”

The kid blows a raspberry and Hoseok gets scared that this argument will escalate, but thankfully, the pilot calls over the speakers for everyone to put their seatbelts on since they’ll be landing in a couple of minutes.

Hoseok tries to sniffle, but frowns when he realizes his nose is completely blocked. There’s an uncomfortable tickle in the back of his throat and he covers his mouth with his sleeve, trying to muffle the coughs as best as he can. 

“Are you alright?” Sejin asks, perhaps finally realizing that Hoseok isn’t feeling well. And maybe Hoseok himself is coming to that conclusion that it’s not just his allergies. 

“I feel like I might be coming down with something.” Hoseok admits, rubbing his nose with the back of his wrist. 

Sejin frowns. “Does it feel like a cold?”

“Yeah. I feel really stuffy …” 

The manager feels Hoseok’s forehead with the back of his hand. “You aren’t warm. Once we get you back to your apartment, I’ll run and grab you some cold medicine. You should be fine in a few days.”

Hoseok nods. All he really wants to do is shower and then sleep and never open his eyes ever again. 

The pilot announces that they’ve begun the descent back to the ground and Hoseok sniffles thickly, feeling more and more miserable by the minute. 

“Are you buckled?” Sejin asks, glancing down at Hoseok’s waist. When he notices that the idol isn’t buckled yet, he reaches over the aisle and tightens Hoseok’s seat buckle for him. The dancer can only give him a grateful nod as he’s so exhausted despite sleeping for hours. 

Once they land, Hoseok can’t really remember what happens. He knows that someone must have grabbed his suitcases because the next time he’s fully aware of his surroundings, he’s in a van with Sejin seated next to him. The elder hands him a pack of tissues that a staff member must have gotten from somewhere and Hoseok is so grateful that he can’t help the tiny tear that slides down his cheek. 

“I know Seokjin-ssi wants to go drinking with you.” Sejin jokes. 

“Hyung knows I can’t hold my liquor.” Hoseok says with a sigh. “Besides, I just want to sleep until the Busan concert.” 

The manager pats his arm. “Don’t worry, we’re heading to your apartment now. We’ll be there in less than an hour.”

Hoseok lets out a congested sneeze in response, pulling out one of the tissues from the little pack. It feels like heaven on his nose and he can’t help himself from grabbing another. 

“Can we stop at a pharmacy or something? I don’t think I have enough tissues at home.” 

Sejin shakes his head. “We’ll get you home and then someone will go and get them for you.”

“Hyung, it’s okay, I can get them.”

“Hoseok-ah, you don’t have a mask. Someone will recognize you.”

Hoseok sighs, unable to argue with that. He really wants those tissues though …

“I’ll go in and get them.” Sejin offers. He turns to the driver. “Once we get close, could you stop at a nearby pharmacy?”

The driver only nods, and the van is left in silence once more. Hoseok takes this time to shut his eyes. He feels a tickle in the back of his throat and turns to the side, coughing harshly into his elbow. 

He must doze off because one moment, they’re only just leaving the airport and now, they’re parked in front of Hoseok’s apartment. Hoseok feels his nose tickle and he lets out nearly a dozen sneezes, all hastily covered and half stifled. Noticing how the driver and Sejin stare at him in concern, he feels his cheeks burn in embarrassment. 

The driver takes his bags out from under Sejin’s in the back of the van and wheels them towards the elevator. The manager takes Hoseok by the wrist and gently pulls him to where the driver is. Hoseok hasn’t realized how dazed he is until now.

“What floor?” the driver asks, voice soft.

Wait … he can’t really think straight.

“Um … five?” He guesses. 

Sejin frowns. “It’s floor twelve.”

Ehhh. Close enough. He would have made it there eventually.

Hoseok muffles another sneeze into his elbow. His head is starting to feel more congested and heavy by the minute and he really wants to lay down again.

“Almost there.” Sejin assures Hoseok quietly, patting him on the shoulder. Hoseok slumps to the side, resting his head on the wall of the elevator. The manager frowns and feels Hoseok’s forehead again.

“You have a slight fever.”

Hoseok sniffles, coughing weakly. Great.

At last, they reach his floor. Hoseok’s hands are shaking too much to enter the door code. 

Sejin rests a hand on his arm. “I’ve got it.”

He enters the code and immediately, Hoseok is hit with the smell of his apartment. It lures him in, draws him towards his bedroom, where he flops down with an undignified huff. The driver rolls Hoseok’s luggage to the corner and bows deeply before leaving. The idol makes a mental note to write a thank you note later once he’s feeling better. Sejin sets a shopping bag down on the nightstand and leaves the room. He comes back into the room a moment later with a bottle of water and then digs in the shopping back and pulls out a bottle of cold medicine. He opens the bottle and presses two tablets into Hoseok’s palm, and then hands him the water. “Take these, okay? You’ll feel better.”

Hoseok nods, swallowing the tablets without hesitation. Sejin sets a box of tissues next to him and then pulls the throw blanket (Snoopy themed) at the bottom of Hoseok’s bed over the dancer. Once he’s finished tucking Hoseok in (the idol was almost positive that the manager would have kissed him on the forehead) , he heads towards the door. “Text me when you wake up, okay?”

“Thank you, hyung.” Hoseok sleepily murmurs.

The manager gives him a soft smile and heads out of the apartment.

♪♪♪♪

The next morning Hoseok feels even worse. 

As soon as he wakes up, he’s hit with such a strong sneezing fit, he’s breathless by the time he finishes. He doesn’t have the strength to lift himself up, so he resigns himself to laying in bed all day. By now, he’s only been awake an hour and he’s already half finished with the box of tissues.  

On the nightstand to the right of his bed, his phone starts to buzz, an obnoxious ringtone so loud, Hoseok feels like a spike has been driven through his forehead.

After laying still for a moment, contemplating his life choices, Hoseok reaches for his phone and answers. “H’llo?”

“HOBI-HYUNG!” Taehyung yells so loud, Hoseok feels like his head is being squeezed like a balloon. Holy fuck, Taehyung is loud.

“Taehyungie.” Hoseok greets, at a much more respectful volume than what the second maknae greeted him with. 

“I heard that you’re back in Korea!” 

“Yeah. I got back last night.” Hoseok explains. “I’m still so …” He takes a break to yawn, “tired.”

Taehyung hums. “Are you up for visitors? Jungkookie, Jinnie-hyung, and I wanted to see you as soon as you got back.”

That comment makes Hoseok smile. “Ah, I want to see you guys too. But I’m kind of sick right now. I caught a cold on the way back.”

“A cold?” Taehyung nearly shouts. “And you didn’t tell us sooner?”

“I didn’t want you guys to—“

He hears the sound of the code being put into his door. He sighs and would have facepalmed had he had the energy to do so. He hears the door swing open and the sounds of hurried footsteps on the way to his room. Despite all this, he’s smiling. He really missed his members and even under the circumstances of him being sick, Hoseok is really glad to see them.

“Don’t get too close.” Hoseok warns. “This cold is no joke.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “You could have easily prevented this. It’s summer for god’s sake. Were you even taking vitamins?”

Hoseok pouts. “Of course I was.”

“Jungkook-ah! Go to the store! You know, the one … the one …” Jin starts, snapping his fingers repeatedly, as if that’s actually going to help him remember.

Jungkook bounds over. “Your old brain is acting up again.”

Jin fumes, slapping the back of Jungkook’s head jokingly. “Just remember the store name for me and go there, okay? I’ll text you the list in a minute.”

The maknae grabs his wallet and with a wave of his hand, he’s gone.

Hoseok feels his nose tickle again and he groans. It’s only ten o’clock in the morning, but he’s already ready for this day to be over. He plucks a tissue out of the box and lets out a ragged sneeze. He blows his nose loudly afterwards. 

The eldest member pats him on the head. “You sound horrible, HobiHobi.”

Hoseok sniffles, but that doesn’t help at all. He’s far too stuffed up for anything to really help. 

Taehyung enters the room again (when did he even leave?!) with a wet washcloth and lays it down over Hoseok’s face. “It’s warm, hyung! It should help your congestion.” 

And actually, it is helping a little bit. 

“Jungkook suggested it.” Taehyung explains because of course the maknae did. Jungkook was like a walking, talking, breeding ground for cold germs. The poor maknae was down with a cold at least once every month or two. It was an annoying cycle, although thankfully the maknae didn’t really contract serious illnesses because of this. 

“Yoongichi and Namjoonie are bringing over some more blankets. They should be here soon.” the eldest says. It makes Hoseok furrow his eyebrows. There’s tons of blankets in his apartment. Why would they need more?

Jin seems to be able to read his expression. “Yoongi-ah doesn’t want to admit that he’s worried. The blankets are his excuse.”

That sounds about right. But of course, Hoseok knows that his Yoongi hyung cares about him a lot. 

Hoseok coughs softly, throat tickling no matter how many times he clears it. The coughing gets worse and worse until he’s left barely able to sit up any longer and Jin is eyeing him worriedly, looking as if he wants to step in, but there’s really nothing else he can do. 

“Jungkook should be back with some medicine in a few minutes.” Jin finally says. “Do you want to keep laying down? Or do you want to sit up? I think sitting up will be better for your lungs, so I’m gonna sit you up.”

The second youngest frowns. “Why did you ask him if you were gonna do it anyways?”

Jin’s eye twitches. “Don’t you have a wall to talk to?”

“What does that even—!”

Hoseok blocks out the rest of the conversation. Usually he loves the banter between his members but right now, he really isn’t feeling well and all he wants to do is relax and not have to follow along to the conversation.

“Think there’s …” he starts, trying to remember what he was about to say. “I think there’s some cold medicine in the bathroom. Sejin hyung bought some yesterday.” 

Jin nods. “Taehyung-ah, go grab it. And some water too, okay?”

The youngest in the room nods and hurries off. 

Jin sits back down on the edge of the bed next to Hoseok’s sick, aching body. He starts running his fingers through Hoseok’s bangs and the dancer is so blissed out, he’s nearly asleep. “Sorry you don’t feel well.”

Hoseok hums. “Least it’s after I performed …”

Jin nods and then a moment later, Taehyung returns with the bottle of cold medicine and a glass of water, Yoongi and Namjoon in tow. His fellow ‘94 liner gives him a small wave and a concerned look while the elder rapper immediately rushes to the side of the bed.

“Seok-ah,” Yoongi greets, slightly breathless. Hoseok is confused about that part. Did he run here? “How are you feeling?”

“Could be better.” Hoseok croaks out, then immediately clamps his mouth shut. Does his voice really sound like that??? Yikes …

His younger hyung presses a gentle hand to Hoseok’s forehead with his brow furrowed and a frown crossing his lips. “You’re warm …”

Jin shoves a thermometer from god knows where into Hoseok’s mouth under his tongue and then scowls. “You didn’t tell me you were running a fever.” 

There’s a silence as they wait for the thermometer to beep. Once it does, Jin yanks it out of his mouth in order to read the degree.

“Yah … 38 degrees already.” the eldest sighs and shakes his head. “You really need to take better care of yourself.”

Hoseok goes to pout, but just the action of scrunching his face must make the congestion in his nose shift because now his nose is tickling quite badly. He quickly rolls to the side to where his nightstand is and plucks a tissue out of the box. He holds it to his face and waits for the oncoming sneeze. 

“Heh-TSCH!”

Yoongi frowns, patting him on the head. “Bless you, Seok-ah.” 

The elder waits for him to blow his nose a couple more times before speaking again. “Joon-ah and I brought you some blankets. And I think there might be some throat lozenges that we may have brought too.”

“Thank you, hyung.” Hoseok says gratefully, his voice cracking every other word. He must sound so pathetic.

Yoongi smiles, gummy and small. “Don’t mention it.”

Jin frowns. “There’s too many of you guys in this room! Namjoonie, Taehyungie, go home! Hoseokie needs his rest! And we’re still waiting for Jungkook-ah to return, god! Text Jimin-ah to not even show up at this point, I can’t believe he’s even late for this, Jesus Christ! Can make it to Chicago on time but not one building over from his my ass!”

Hoseok’s congested brain can’t even keep up with how fast his hyung is talking. He sniffles a couple more times and then reaches for another tissue. His throat tickles again and once he’s finished blowing his nose, he’s thrusted into another coughing fit. 

“Shoo!” Hoseok can make out Jin yelling before he collapses against his pillows, too tired to continue sitting up and following along to the conversation.

“Close your eyes.” Yoongi whispers, tracing his fingers down Hoseok’s cheekbones and over his forehead. “Jungkook-ah is still shopping and he’ll be back with the soup ingredients in a while. I’ll wake you up after Jin-hyung and I are finished.”

Hoseok nods faintly and that’s all he remembers before he fades out. 

♪♪♪♪

The sensation of his forehead being traced once more brings him back to consciousness. 

He keeps his eyes shut, relishing just how cooling the hand on his face feels. He lets out a tiny sigh and shifts in the bed slightly. 

The hand moves down to his eyes, which he hadn’t even realized were burning a bit from having been so exhausted earlier. Then, to the bridge of his nose, maybe in the hopes of loosening his congestion? It ends up doing just that, though not by much, but enough that he can breathe just a bit easier. 

And then a finger is tracing down the slope of his nose. Hoseok feels his breath hitch and his nose twitches. He needs to sneeze, and he needs to sneeze now.

He weakly reaches his hands up to gently swat the hand on his face away. He prays that whoever it is (most likely Yoongi due to the hand size) won’t feel offended. 

It isn’t much longer until Hoseok is sneezing, a congested sound due to just how stuffed up his nose is. It must be messy because Yoongi(?) presses a tissue directly to his nose as the second sneeze bursts out of him.

“Bless you.” Yoongi murmurs, waiting for Hoseok to blow into the tissue. He crumples it up once the dancer does and tosses it into the trash can into the corner of the room. 

Hoseok sniffles, feeling just as miserable as he was when he fell asleep. He slowly opens his eyes, which are slightly watering. Yoongi is sitting next to him, body angled above Hoseok’s to the side and he helps the dancer sit up. 

Once he’s sitting up, Hoseok feels the dizziness set in and he thinks he might be running more of a fever now. The congestion shifts in his nose and it isn’t long before he’s stifling a string of messy sneezes into a tissue. Yoongi starts running his fingers through his hair again, then hums softly. “You have a fever again.”

The dancer groans, but that irritates his throat, so he quickly shuts up. His nose is running again, even though he had just blown it. Yoongi presses another tissue to his nose and Hoseok blows into it, having lived with Yoongi for so long that he’s not even embarrassed at this point. The elder fixes Hoseok’s blanket so that it’s tighter and more around him and Hoseok nods gratefully. 

“Are you hungry?” Yoongi asks. “Do you want some soup?”

Hoseok shakes his head. He feels a pit in his stomach and it’s making him nauseous. “No… what time is it?”

The elder glances at his phone. “Around seven o’clock. You’ve been asleep for the last couple of hours.” 

Hoseok brings the corner of the blanket up to cover his mouth as he coughs. He really feels worse than he did yesterday. He sniffles, but he can barely breathe through his nose since it’s so blocked. “I wanna go back to sleep.”

The elder rapper nods. “Okay. We’ll be here when you wake up, okay?”

Hoseok nods and then he’s fading out again.

But sleep doesn’t really come easy.

♪♪♪♪

He’s back in Chicago in his trailer. He’s just seen J. Cole and although he couldn’t get a picture or even get his idol to notice him, at least he got to see him (from a distance). 

At least he’s here, breathing Chicago air and representing BTS and furthering the name of the group. Although Jimin couldn’t make it, he had gotten many “good luck’s” from his members. 

“Becky G just cancelled.” his manager states. “She got held up at the airport. We’ll just use a backing track, okay?”

Hoseok nods. They had made a backup plan for this scenario just in case she couldn’t make it and while it was a bummer, it wasn’t out of the ordinary that a featuring artist wouldn’t be able to make a performance. Artists are busy people. “Should I keep going with the choreography and keep it the way it is?”

His manager shakes his head. “No, we have another choreography planned for this. We don’t have time to teach you so follow the backup dancers’ lead.”

Huh?

All he can do is nod, however, because managers know best. He’s ushered to the corner of his trailer and handed an outfit to change into. It’s a pale pink and long, skin-tight hot pink pants. Hoseok holds in a breath. Were his and Jin’s wardrobes switched back in Korea? Was Jin now practicing in the outfit Hoseok had decided on for his performance. But there’s no time. He’s going to have to wear it.

“You look so ugly!” one of the makeup artists exclaims once he’s done changing. This brings in a crowd of staff. “Get his makeup done immediately, I can’t look at him like this!”

Another woman ushers him to a chair and quickly pushes him down. “Quick, quick. I need to fix your eyebrows. I might have to wax them a little.”

Hoseok whimpers. He hates the feeling of being waxed, despite having dealt with it for many years as an idol. 

“Fix his nose.” one makeup artist looks at him in disgust. “He has a huge pimple.”

Immediately, Hoseok covers his nose with his hand. He doesn’t feel anything …

“No time!” the manager yells. “He’s late! He needs to be on stage now!”

Hoseok’s wrist is grabbed and he’s yanked out of the chair and out the door of the trailer. His manager pushes him onto the lift that’s going to spring him onto the stage and starts a countdown on his fingers. Hoseok closes his eyes and sucks in a breath. 

“5 … 4 … 3 … 2 …”

Hoseok braces himself.

He jumps and it feels so freeing and when he lands he’s going to sing and he’s really so excited to see …

No one.

There’s no one there. 

The field is empty, it’s so empty that the security guards left. All of the park is closed down and inside, he can hear the faint sound of laughter. 

Is he being laughed at? He really doesn’t know.

His heart drops and he feels like crying. Why is no one here? Is he really that disappointing? He slowly walks down the stairs attaching his “box” and the stage. There really is no one here.

Then, he hears footsteps behind him and he spins around. Maybe this is all just a prank. Maybe everyone just happens to be in on this prank. 

“Look at you, so disappointing.” his manager says, tutting at him. 

Another person walks up and Hoseok can see that it’s Jin. “Didn’t you wonder why we couldn’t be bothered to come to Chicago with you?”

Hoseok reels back. That stings. He opens his mouth to reply but the entrance of another person cuts him off. This time, it’s his fifth grade math teacher and he has no clue how she got here. 

“Still so stupid.” she snarls. “Couldn’t do anything right back then and certainly can’t now.” 

“-seok.”

“No son of mine will dance on a stage.” his dad spits out.

“-seok.”

“So ugly, why did he even take his mask off?”

“-Hoseok”

“Why can’t he be more like me? Mom’s traveling to work without us just for him?”

“-up…!”

Hoseok lets out a sob and he falls to his knees as the people crowd around him and he claws at his hair and his chest is heaving and he can’t breathe and …!

“Baby, wake up!”

Hoseok’s eyes slam open and he knows he’s crying because he can feel the tears running down his cheeks and maybe it’s the fact that he feels infinitely worse that’s making him cry or it was just his nightmare but he really doesn’t know and he wants someone to hug him so badly.

Jin is staring down at him, brows creased and he looks so worried that Hoseok just wants to pat him on the back and tell him it’ll be okay, but he really doesn’t know. 

His head pounds and he can barely see straight. He coughs and his chest hurts. The congestion is also worse too and it feels like his nose is on fire. 

“We’re getting you help.” Jin says, a hint of panic in his voice. “Just relax, okay? Yoongi-ah is bringing the car around.”

He can’t recall if he says anything in response or not. Maybe a groan slips out but either way, Jin just looks even more worried. He feels his body being picked up and he’s carried somewhere, most likely the car. 

Whoever’s driving drives fast. Hoseok finds himself shivering and immediately, someone helps him sit up and he’s leaned against someone really warm. He’s thankful for that. 

He feels a burning in his chest and then he’s coughing, and it’s like he can’t stop. He’s gasping for breath and everything’s so hot, hot hot, and he feels like passing out. 

“Stay with me, okay?” Jin murmurs, worried. He’s sitting with Hoseok, so they must be in the backseat, and he gently pats Hoseok’s cheeks. But it’s not really working and Hoseok can feel himself slipping away anyways. 

The next time he really knows where he is, there’s two strangers looking down at him, who he presumes to be a doctor and a nurse, considering how they’re dressed. They must swab him or something because his nose feels like it’s burning and then he’s sneezing once, then twice, then three times and it takes him a few more seconds until the tickle eventually goes away. 

He shivers despite the hoodie he’s wearing. It’s large on him and it smells like Taehyung, so it must be Taehyung’s. He buries his nose into the collar of it and shuts his eyes once more. Jin rubs his back and he appreciates it. He feels so awful. 

The doctor must have left the room for the swab results because he comes back a moment later and Hoseok is finally, finally, gaining some awareness. Jin helps him sit up, but then his chest is heaving and he has to double over into a coughing fit.

“You have the flu, HobiHobi.” Jin says worriedly. “Did you feel that bad?”

Hoseok frowns. They already had the results? How lucid had he not been?

Jin seems to realize his confusion. “You were really out of it for maybe a half hour give or take. You’re a bit dehydrated, so until you finish that IV bag, you’re not going anywhere.”

The door to the room slams open and a wild looking Yoongi hurries into the room. “Is he alright? Is it pneumonia? Where is he!”

The eldest member pats Yoongi on the shoulder. “He’s right here. It’s a pretty bad case of the flu, but he’ll be okay.”

Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief. “You really worried me, Seok.”

“Sorry, hyung.” Hoseok murmurs, feeling the congestion still building up in his nose. 

No one speaks for a moment. Hoseok listens to the hum of the machinery and it starts to lull him to sleep. He’s feeling better with more fluids in him, and maybe this time he won’t have any nightmares. 

A hand cards through his hair and that’s it until he’s finally closing his eyes.

[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.

[ravenwraithe]

this world is nothing without you (life is here only if you are)

hobie feels at home at pav's

Hobie knocked on the frosted green glass window for the third time. If Pav didn't open it, he was going to sneak in. Normally, he'd sneak in without knocking, but the last (which was also the first and only) time he snuck in, he got smacked in the face with a black umbrella by Maya Auntie.

Hobie decided to never sneak in again because Maya Auntie did not set off his spider senses and he wasn't very particularly keen to have a face full of umbrella again.

The knocks echoed in the narrow alley right below Pav's window. A random passerby looked up to find the source and Hobie flattened himself on the ledge above Pav's window. He'd rather not get seen today if he could help it, because people seemed to think he was a robber. Again, it wouldn't be a huge problem if people thought he was a robber, but today he was on a mission. A personal mission.

There had been a small fight with a 'villain of the week' in Gwen's world, and Hobie had noticed Pav looking a lil bit peaky after the fight. Hobie tried to get a hold of him, but he disappeared quickly from the scene, leaving Hobie to deal with the stick up Miguel's ass alone. The moment Hobie was free from the clutches of the man baby, he set off to Pav's house.

The night had fallen and rain was still falling, when he had stepped onto Pav's roof in Mumbattan. A quick climb down to the fourth floor and there he had been, knocking for Pav to open the fucking window.

The suspicious passerby ceased looking for him, quickly hurrying down the alley, probably thinking they are avoiding a mugger, Hobie assumed, swinging down to the window as soon as they were out of sight. If only they knew there were two spidermen nearby, Hobie thought, slightly shaking his head.

Pav still hadn't opened the window.

Hobie seriously debated going in through the air vent. He could probably fit in there if he tried hard enough, he studied the narrow opening next to the window.

Something clattered inside. "Pav," He called, "Is'at you?"

No reply. More clattering.

"Pav?" He called out, voice louder.

The window swung in abruptly, revealing the worried face of Maya Auntie. Fucking shit.

"What are you doing here? Do you know what time it is?" Maya Auntie hissed with the ferocity of a thousand cats. So much for not getting caught. "Do your parents know you are here, hmm?"

Hobie stumbled on his words. He did not want to piss Maya Auntie off. She was one of the few adults Hobie respected. For obvious reasons. "Umm, yeah they told me I could visit Pav when I told them he looked kinda pale today," He lied, you know, like a liar. Maya Auntie didn't know he had no parents, didn't know they were spidermen and swung through the multiverse on a regular basis to beat the ass of selfish people who didn't get their way and threw a genetically modified fit, didn't know how much Pav meant to him, didn't know he wasn't from this universe.

But she did know it was him who she smacked for trying to sneak in months ago because the next question out of her mouth was, "Why can't you use the main door like a normal human being?"

He couldn't sass her- He couldn't sass her-

"-Because I don't want you to fall down, okay? Consider this your own home and use the front door, beta, it's very unsafe."

"Okay, Auntie."

"Good, come in," She said, moving away from the window. Hobie swung in. "Next time you are going to use the front door, no climbing walls like hooligans," Maya Auntie said in a stern voice and Hobie nodded, like he had the full intention to obey her. "He's sleeping because he has high fever, don't wake him up before 10, he needs to sleep for the tablets to work." She said, gesturing at Pav, sleeping curled around his pillow on the bed.

"Got it."

"Okay then," his Aunt looked around the room, "Kamre ka kabada kar rakha hai ladke ne, jidhar dekho kapde aur kitab, tch, mehman baithane ko jagaa nahi hai," She muttered unintelligibly before looking straight at him, "Hobie beta, what do you want to eat? Vada Pav, Besan ke ladoo or Jalebi?"

***

Hobie sat in Pav's room, at his table, reading a colour coded handwritten periodic table stuck to the wall, with a plate full of food he couldn't pronounce. What a priss, Hobie's heart swelled with affection looking at the numerous charts of scientific notes on the wall.

"Hobie." Pav snifffed lightly, his voice slightly hoarse.

Hobie turned around to look at Pav. He was almost completely under the thick blanket, his beautiful hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, eyes shiny with sleep.

"What are you doing here?"

"You guys don' got no other questions to ask?" Hobie said, no real fire in his words.

Pav laughed. "I heard. Sorry you had to get interrogated like that," He shrugged weakly.

"Nah," Hobie started, "It was fine."

Pav hummed. "What are you eating?" He asked after a while of simply staring up at the ceiling.

"I dunno their names, bruv. One of these is an orange curly lookin' thing tha' is syrupy and the other is, also curly, but its spicier than the orange ones,"

"Oh, Jalebi and Bhakarwadi."

"I didn' understand a lick of what you said."

"That's just what they're called."

"You'll 'ave to teach me tha' some other time," Hobie leant back in Pav's chair, popping one of the spicy things into his mouth.

"Sure'm," Pav mumbled, visibly falling asleep. "Come here?"

Hobie wordlessly slid into his bed, sitting near the head, softly caressing his hair, even after he had drifted off to sleep. Not even an hour later, Hobie had fallen asleep too.

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Chaipunk sickfic bc im down w fever too and i needed to get comfort somewhere

im delirious on painkillers as im writing it, so feel free to point out errors i have definitely missed, bc i didnt even read this a second time

title (translated) from soch na sake

translation

Kamre ka kabada kar rakha hai ladke ne, jidhar dekho kapde aur kitab, tch, mehman baithane ko jagaa nahi hai - boy makes the room looks like a trashcan, clothes and books lying wherever you look, tch, there's no place for guests to sit (she's referring to personal guests here bc family or neighbours get seated in the living room/dining table while friends usually go to their personal room)

[caleb-alfa-centauri]

Baby's tum-tum hurts

BTS Sope Sick fic/ Little space

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

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

Summary:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Perfect, that was easy..."

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

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

Hobi was sad again. "Does it hults?"

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

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

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

"it hurts?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, baby. Shall we?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't cry baby...."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's it?" Yoongi asked ..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes baby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The end.

[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.

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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."

[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?"

[setsuuestsu]

35. "Sit up for me, baby. Just for a second so you can take your medicine."

Pairing: Sope

Sickie: Hoseok

Word Count: 164

Yoongi is currently laying in bed with an armful of Hoseok.

The younger had returned home from work yesterday evening pale and running a high temperature and ever since then, Yoongi has been insisting that Hoseok rested and “left all the housework to hyung.”

He gently presses a hand to each of Hoseok’s flushed cheeks. “You’re still really warm. It might be time for another dose.

Hoseok nestles deeper into his side with a small whimper. It pains him to see the younger so ill. He’s so used to his bubbly, smiley Hobi, not this quiet, pained Hobi.

If only he could take his pain away.

”Let’s get some medicine in you, yeah?” He brushes the hair off of Hoseok’s sweaty forehead.

The younger is pliant. “Drug me, please.” he jokes, the exhaustion clear in his eyes.

Yoongi nods, sliding out from under Hoseok and heading towards the bathroom. He grabs what he needs out of the cabinets and heads back into the bedroom.

He’s never really felt the need to pray before, but now he finds himself praying that maybe the medicine will work on Hoseok and bring his awful fever down.

“Sit up for me, baby.” Yoongi whispers, in a soft tone that’s reserved for his Hoseok. “Just for a second so you can take your medicine.”

The younger is like putty in his arms, sweaty but pliant, and maybe that only proves how sick he is, but Yoongi can’t find it in him to care.

He hopes the medicine will work.

[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.

[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?!

[btshurtcomfortprompts]

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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[alpacaparkaseok]

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

➣ a/n: this was a commission by @hobi-gif for Army for AAPI! Thank you so much for commissioning this, I hope you enjoy it! You guys, check out ways to get involved in this awesome cause by clicking the link!

--

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.”

--

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?”

--

           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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