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💎 All 13 parts of my heart (Part 4/5)

Title from 1 to 13 (SEVENTEEN)

All 13 parts of my heart I All 13 parts of my heart II All 13 parts of my heart III

Summary: “Carats often describe you as being very close, some even say Nobody loves SEVENTEEN as much as SEVENTEEN does. Why do you suppose that is so?”, the interviewer asked.

CW: fighting

Whumpee: OT13

At the interview company the next day a new problem made itself known. 

Seungcheol had barely slept all night, tossing and turning, worried for his members and the interview. He was so so scared of what the day would bring, afraid that the group was actually falling apart. How long was it until somebody said something they would regret and could not take back? How long until insults were spat that could not be forgiven? How long until a member wanted out? 

For now Seungcheol could only helplessly watch how the team had split itself into four little groups that somehow got along within each group but seemed to be unable to control their disdain for the others. Well, at least three of four groups.

The first group had built itself around Seokmin and Minghao. The four of them were lounging on a sofa in the corner of the waiting room of the studio where they were set to film. Vernon, while he was still quiet and withdrawn, seemingly was touched by their care and was now hanging out with them. It was better than him being alone, Seungcheol supposed. To his surprise Wonwoo had joined their group but apparently Vernon had forgiven him? 

Who had not forgiven Wonwoo, was Mingyu, who had built his own front with Seungkwan and Jeonghan. Seungcheol didn’t know how that had happened either but he was more than unhappy about it and he could help but keep glancing at them, sitting at the other side of the room on floor mats, Seungkwan laying with his head in Jeonghan’s lap.

Seungcheol couldn't help but miss Jeonghan at his side and just two days ago Jeonghan had sat like that with Joshua. Now both of them wouldn’t look at each other. Seungkwan and Mingyu needed a hyung, yes, but was Jeonghan in his anger really the right idea?

Jun and Dino were on their own, no surprise there. Both of them tended to stick to one person most of the time and Jun was probably helping Dino’s insecurities of being alone in this case, while Dino reassured Jun of his place in the group. It was toxic for the rest but helpful for them.

Seungcheol, Joshua and Hoshi had become their own group without any of their own intent. They were just the ones mostly uninvolved in the fighting, reluctantly joined by a lonely Woozi who seemed to have sought out the least drama. 

But these groups meant that the seating chart from yesterday was moot. So, in a fit of desperation, Hoshi, Joshua and Seungcheol stared at Hoshi’s phone minutes trying to change things before the interview was set to take place, while Jun, Dino and Woozi were still getting their make-up done.

“What if we put them together in the groups?”, Hoshi asked, glancing at them, “separated by us, uh, neutral ones? I hate to put Jihoonie in the middle of it all but if we … hold on.”

He scribbled onto his note app, showing the result to the other two. Seungcheol nodded slowly, agreeing with his idea. Jeonghan and Seungkwan in the back, with Mingyu sitting in front of them were separated from Jun and Dino in the back by Seungcheol and in the front by Hoshi and Woozi from Wonwoo, Minghao and Vernon. Joshua would then separate Dino and Seokmin, also in the back, from each other. It wasn’t ideal with Dino diagonally behind Minghao but it would have to do.

Joshua sighed and said: “Let’s switch Junnie and Dino. I don’t want Dino and Seokmin too close to each other. There is only so much I can do and over there you are at least two. Also, let’s switch Hannie and Seungkwannie and uh, no, don’t. It’s fine like that.”

“Good idea!”, Hoshi agreed, but winced when he saw why Joshua had interrupted himself. Seungcheol bit his lip, hating that he and Jeonghan were to be separated. Over the years it had come natural to the members to place him and Jeonghan together when possible, but now with him and Jeonghan fighting it would be easier to just have Seungcheol buffer Seungkwan and Dino on his own instead of having Jeonghan next to him to keep Dino and Seungkwan further away from each other.

“It has to work. I am lost on any other ideas”, he said weakly.

Hoshi handed the phone to Seungcheol, who had no choice but to rush over to the managers. “Jisu-noona”, he called, bowing his head, “could we re-arrange the seating again? We have a better solution now.”

The manager looked at Seungcheol in disbelief. “You are … you aren’t kidding. I’m sorry, we can’t. We already turned the seating arrangement in to the director. We can’t change anything now.”

“Damn”, Seungcheol cursed. “Yeah, yeah, okay. We will have to make do.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Make sure you do, S.Coups-ssi.”

💎

The tears Seungcheol had tried to push away the past days were about to spill over. The interview had gone surprisingly fine until that point, he supposed. The tension wasn’t as obvious as they had feared. But then it all went downhill so fast he didn’t even have time to think about how to stop it.

“Carats often describe you as being very close, some even say Nobody loves SEVENTEEN as much as SEVENTEEN does. Why do you suppose that is so?”, the interviewer asked.

An embarrassing silence followed, drawn out by the collective group not meeting each other’s eyes. Seungcheol felt himself flush, body going hot as he felt shame creep up. But what was he to say? He wasn’t sure if a lie could cover the issues now.

Finally Jeonghan cleared his throat… and made it worse. “We are like a family”, he said, pointedly looking at all members, “and we love each other very much. Of course there are times we don’t agree and fight over stupid things but at the end of the day, we truly are more like a family than friends or colleagues.”

Seungcheol closed his eyes, already knowing the drama that would unfold. Why would Jeonghan choose now of all times to try to mediate between the members? He knew it was an idea to make the group agree and remember their love for each other but right now it was more like forcing them to reveal their troubles to the public. It was just plain stupid and the company would have to pay off the interview company a lot for damage control. Jeonghan meant well but he was too deep in his quest to make everything sunshine and rainbows.

“Stupid things?”, Dino muttered under his breath, loud enough that it was obvious he intended for Jeonghan to hear.

Jeonghan shot him a glare. “Yeah, stupid things. We are all vastly different people, of course we are going to react to things differently or have different opinions.”

“Stop, Hannie. Stop”, Seungcheol pleaded, feeling everything spiral out of control. The interviewer was watching them with eyes as wide as saucers and the cameramen were looking away, seeming very uncomfortable. Their managers at the back were glaring at Seungcheol, Hoshi and Woozi. But it was too late.

“Good talk”, Minghao cut in, completely ignoring Seungcheol and leaning forward so he could look at the two at the other end of the group. “So you have never shouted at members because they were doing their own thing and you felt disturbed by their mere presence? You have never fought over stupid things? You are a lying hypocrite, hyung.”

“Don’t talk to me this way, Xu Minghao”, Jeonghan spat back, “stop riding on your high horse. You have fought too. We all have done things we aren’t proud of. That doesn’t mean we can’t apologize and forgive.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t apologize”, Dino repeated mockingly, “when is anybody going to apologize for treating me like shit and making me do chores because I’m the maknae? When are you guys going to stop doing things without me because Dino is the youngest, just a baby?”

“Not everybody can be - what do they call it? - maknae on top. At least you weren’t dumped for a dinner date because you were working hard”, Seungkwan yelled, jumping up. “Do you know how it feels to be one of the best vocalists in the industry and still you don’t get stage front and center because you are singing high backing vocals? It must be so hard to be in the middle with all the fans' eyes on you, dancing and …”

“Oh, shut up, Seungkwan”, Jun interrupted, his tone mocking, “it must be so hard to have fans praise your vocals and actually get lines!”

“It’s not Seungkwan’s choice who gets which lines, you idiot”, Mingyu called.

Seungcheol felt Woozi shrink into himself beside him but before he could react, Hoshi jumped up and turned around to face the group. The unintentional side jab at his uninvolved best friend must have been the breaking point for him.

“Stop it! I have enough! You are all acting like kindergarteners and I am sick of it. Hyung said it, we are family, but I am slowly beginning to stop believing this. Where is the love we have for each other? You are embarrassing us all with your fights. Maybe we should start calling ourselves Sixteen because the One team is utter bullshit!”

Hoshi turned back to the cameras and bowed. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore. Please forgive us.” Then he stormed off.

The interviewer just slowly nodded, his mouth half open. He had not expected his simple question to escalate like this and how could he have? They were known as a group who was very close. For fucks’s sake, the basically shared parents, were closer to each other than to their own siblings at this point.

Seungcheol, feeling like he was trapped in a nightmare, stood up slowly and also bowed. He hated his leader title more than he ever had but he knew he needed to damage control first and foremost. “I’m very sorry too. We are … going through a hard time right now. We would be very grateful if you would delete those scenes…”

He wanted to continue but was interrupted by Manager Hyunseok, who was red in the face and more angry that Seungcheol had ever seen him.

“S.Coups-ssi, stop. Take the group backstage and handle this. Now. I don’t care how you do it but I don’t want to see you all again until you have managed to overcome this. I expect you to write an apology to the interview company and to HYBE. I am deeply disappointed by you all”, he spat. “I don’t trust you to handle anything else right now.”

Ashamed, Seungcheol stared at his shoes and bowed deeply. He had truly fucked up as leader.

“Let’s go”, he hissed through clenched teeth, pointing the group at the backstage area. It was time to set an end to this. It had gone on for far too long.

Slowly they all shuffled out, some looking angry, some close to tears.

💎

“Well, this sucked”, Jeonghan surmised in a dead pan as he pushed open the door to the waiting room. Irony seemed to be his defense at this point, a way to protect himself. Seungcheol knew there was deep hurt below the cold exterior.

“No shit”, Dino agreed darkly. 

They filtered into the room in deep silence, none of them knowing what to say. And what was there to say? The fights had completely escalated and become too public for any of their likes. If the interviewer or any of the staff said anything to the wrong person their careers might be over. They were lucky if the interviewer’s company didn’t manipulate HYBE into debt to pay off their silence.

As Seungcheol closed the door behind himself he saw that Hoshi was pacing up and down the waiting room’s length. His heart felt a little lighter knowing where the younger member was. Seeing him storm off like that and not knowing where he was …

“Hyung”, Hoshi called, glancing over his shoulder, “oh my god, hyung, I am so sorry, I …”

The dance leader whirled around to rush to their leader, apologetic. In his haste he didn’t notice that Seungkwan, who had been closest to him, was opening his water bottle and collided with him. Water sprayed everywhere, soaking both of them in it.

“Hyung”, Seungkwan yelled in shock, his face and hair positively dripping. “Can you stop being so clumsy? You are worse than Mingyu-hyung!”

“I …”, Hoshi started but Mingyu cut in, exploding: “No! Enough! I am tired of you all making jokes about how clumsy I am. Haha, funny. I get it. Big bumbling idiot or whatever. At least he’s pretty. I am so done with these jokes!” Apparently he had reached his end too, now that everything had escalated. 

“Well, if it bothered you that much you should have said something”, Wonwoo, surprisingly, replied loudly.

None of the members seemed to be even close to wanting to talk about their issues, instead choosing to lash out now that the volcano had erupted. Family had turned into enemies.

It’s too late. They were broken. Was there enough gold to fill the cracks in the china plate to repair it now?

Seungcheol took a step back, as the group started taking steps forwards. It was so out of control. Where was the love they shared, the kindness they shared? If one had asked a few days ago if he believed his member capable of actual physical fights he would have laughed and told them that that wouldn’t happen. Right now he was afraid that fists would start flying any second. The room had become a battlefield of insults and wounded pride.

The voices went louder and louder, rising like a wave that swallowed them all. The angry faces, the anger and hate in their voices. It felt like slow motion, a nightmare. And Seungcheol was helpless to watch as they fell apart. 

Seungkwan, still dripping, was up in Mingyu’s face, on his tiptoes while Jun’s grip on Jeonghan was a bit too tight for comfort. Vernon was red in the face, Minghao was so angry. Dino had his hands raised as he and Seokmin yelled at each other. Wonwoo was glowering at them all, giving dry, harsh comments, lashing out for once. A cacophony of voices blended into each other, making words ununderstandable.

Joshua and Hoshi were in the middle of it all, trying to break it up. As Hoshi darted around and physically placed himself between fighting parties, Joshua was patting back and whispering calming words, trying to pull members away from fights. All the while Seungcheol was frozen in place. Nothing would be able to stop them now.

And yet, a tiny sound did. It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t dramatic.

Just a small gasp, nearly swallowed by the raised voices. But it made Seungcheol’s blood run cold. The members froze, turned, horror on all their faces. 

Stumbled a few steps behind Seungcheol stood Woozi, tiny in relation to the angry mob of members.

And he was crying.

Part Five: Scheduled for 06.01

Preview: “What if we aren’t strong enough to weather this storm?”

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - SEVENTEEN

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Scenarios: Whump {Ateez x Gn!Reader}

Scenarios: Whump; how they would take care of you and react to you taking care of them.

Pairings: Kim Hongjoong x Reader; Jeong Yunho x Reader; Choi San x Reader & Song Mingi x Reader (All Gn!Readers)

Requested By Two Different Anons (during Milestone Event)

Warnings: Mentions of illness/sickness, injuries, general whump stuff.

A/N: Thank you to everyone for waiting patiently for me to get back into finishing the requests I got for the milestone event. <3 If anyone wants the other 4 members for this let me know!

Words: ~1.2k

Kim Hongjoong:

When Hongjoong is sick or hurt, he doesn't tell you how bad it is so you don't worry.

But you find out anyways (usually after interrogating Seonghwa)

Hongjoong likes to take care of you, and doesn't want you to worry too much over him.

But you don't listen to him.

When he hurt his knee during dance practice, though it wasn't serious, you still offered to help him.

You got him things around the dorm.

Reminded him to take his pain killers, massaged him, ran him a hot bath, etc.

Though he felt bad about you taking the time to help him, he really did adore the way you took care of him.

He always returns the favor in kind, when you get sick or hurt.

Though you tend to take care of him with gentle softness, he is a bit more forceful (in a loving way).

"Don't you dare try and get that yourself."

"If I come back and you aren't still in bed you wont get any food."

"Take your medicine or I am leaving."

It's never really mean, and always has a tinge of humor to it, and you know it's cause he hates that you are hurt/sick.

The worst thing he can imagine is you being hurt, so he tries his best to make you better faster, or to distract you so you aren't suffering.

He is also very very sweet when you are sick or hurt.

Cuddles just for you, gentle massages or fingers through your hair.

Bubble baths, kisses, etc. Anything he knows would made you feel better.

Jeong Yunho:

Yunho adores how you hover over him when he is sick or hurt.

He watches you with an adoring smile as you carefully read the directions and warnings of his medication and barely listens as you explain it to him.

He is so distracted by how cute he thinks you are that he forgets he is sick or hurt in the first place.

TOTALLY uses it against you.

"What do you mean you're leaving? " I just need to go get some things from the store." "What am I supposed to do then?" "I'll only be twenty minutes you'll be fine."

Hits you with the 🥺🥺🥺 and you can't help but give in.

Takes full advantage of having you around, cuddles that he refuses to end, hot baths he insists you have to share with him.

Everything you do for him when he is hurt/sick will be returned in kind.

You get a cold?

He buys every medicine he can find, twenty types of tea, cute stuffed animals, soups, etc..

He is checking your temperature, brining you cold rags to wipe your head. And the whole time he has a pout on his face.

Because he can't stand you being upset or sick.

Wishes he could trade places with you.

Doesn't care of he gets sick from cuddling with you.

"Then we will be sick together."

If you are hurt, ooohh booyyyy, pout x100.

Doesn't let you do anything.

You could hurt your wrist and he won't let you walk around.

"It could get worse!" "My wrist?" "Yes!"

You both hate when the other is suffering, but love the domesticity of taking care of one another.

Choi San:

Similar to Yunho, San loves how much you care for him when he is sick or injured.

Acts like a baby if you aren't giving him enough attention.

Steals kisses anytime you are close.

"You're gonna get me sick!""

"Then it will be my turn to take care of you."

If you are gone for too long he will text you with dramatic ass texts.

"I think I'm dying." "Why?" "My chest hurts." "WHAT?" "Because you aren't here." "Boy I swear to GOD."

Sweet smile the whole time you are taking care of him, even if he is miserable he feels like he is in heaven.

Changes your contact name to Cute Nurse. Does not change it back once he get's better.

When he finds out he did end up getting you sick, he actually feels really bad. But does as he says, and takes care of you this time.

Changes his name in your phone to Doctor Sexy, does not want you to change it back.

If either of you are hurt from an injury, taking care of each other becomes routine.

San will drag out his injury, pretending it's worse than it is just so you stay.

And as an excuse to get more shared baths out of you.

You of course see right through him.

However, if you are injured, he is so afraid to hurt you he barely comes near you.

"San, it's fine I promise." "But what if I hurt you?" "Then be gentle. I promise cuddling with me will not make my concussion worse."

Super delicate and caring with you when you are hurt.

Will fight the other's if they try to mess with you.

Makes you promise not to get hurt again.

Song Mingi:

Mingi says he doesn't want you wasting your time looking after him.

But you know he secretly loves you being around more often when he is sick/hurt.

You can tell by the soft smile on his face as he is watching you fuss after him.

Showers you with compliments because he adores you.

"You're so cute." "You'd make a great nurse/doctor." "But I don't want you taking care of anyone else." "Maybe I should by you a uniform"

Tries not to abuse the power he as over you when he is hurt/sick, but does use it as an excuse to make you stay with him.

"What if I wake up in the middle of the night and need help?" "Then I guess I'll have to stay." "I guess you will."

You are really good at consoling him when he is injured and misses out on some band activities.

You distract him with games, and keep him occupied. And he loves you so much for it.

Such a baby when it comes to you being hurt or sick.

Pouting constantly, wants to wrap you up and keep you safe from the world. Because how DARE you get hurt.

Many, many, gentle kisses to make you (and himself) feel better.

When you are sick he is not sure what to do or how to take care of you, but bless him he is trying his best.

"Here's your medicine." "Why is it so hot?" "I thought you were supposed to warm it up?" "Its cough medicine not tea."

But when you accidentally roll your ankle when on a jog, he knows exactly how to take care of you.

Is a bit over the top about it though.

And by that I mean he will carry you literally everywhere.

Need to go get water? He wont bring it to you, but he will carry you bridal style to the fridge so you can get it yourself.

He thinks it funny. You think it's ridiculous, but in a very cute way.

xx End xx

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Spending the night in the bathroom because he got food poisoning

KEEPING HIM COMPANY

Goddamn these hectic schedules and how they affected the members' health.

They were on vacation, finally, and Chan, like always, would spend time with you and then would take you to Australia to stay with his family.

So far the perfect planning for a much-awaited vacation. But things went wrong on day one.

You decided to spend part of the day out and eat lunch at a newly-opened restaurant.

Good decision?

It would later be proved to not have been.

The food tasted delicious and it was quite the generous serving and you both knew the boys would love it if they were there.

You two talked about what you'd like to do while he was in vacation, like dates, romantic nights, trips etc.

Everything was going well, until it wasn't.

By the time you got back to your apartment, Chan was feeling under the weather, which was weird because he was feeling perfectly fine a few hours before.

He had cold sweats and his stomach was churning and gurgling loudly. It was burning and it felt heavy. Yes, he did eat a lot, but it was a different kind of heavy, he felt bloated. Not only felt, it was quite visible.

You were lying down on the bed, watching some series and you noticed Chan was restless, he kept moving and even hissing from time to time.

- Love? Are you okay?

- Yeah...it's just my stomach...it feels weird.

- Weird how?

- I don't know, maybe indigestion? It's kind of burning.

- Well, you ate a lot so it could be. I can make you some tea or do you want some medicine?

- I'm not sure medication is a good idea right now. I'll take the tea.

- Okay.

You left the bedroom to get him some tea to help with the burning sensation in his stomach and hopefully help it digest the food.

When you got back, Chan was curled up, looking like a baby kangaroo.

- Hey~ here's the tea. I didn't add any sugar so it might be a little bitter.

- Thanks... ugh- yeah, that's definitely bitter.

He added, making a disgusted face, earning a laugh from you and then smiling at you fondly.

The tea helped a little, at least in the beginning.

But what was going on inside his body was worse than just indigestion and he'd find that out pretty soon.

⏳

Despite being on vacation you still had one more thing to work on before you were 100% free, so you took you computer to bed and lay down next to Chan with him curling up one more time. Something was making him feel uncomfortable and you knew it wasn't just a simple case of indigestion.

As he was leaning on your shoulder, you started to rub his arm and then stroke his curly hair while he tried his best to focus on you working and ignore the increasing discomfort in his stomach.

He loved to see you so passionate abou your work, just like you did with him, with the countless times you stayed with him in his studio.

But no matter how much he tried, his stomach was in absolute shambles and burning. The awful sensation was growing stronger by the minute and he gave up on trying to deal with it on his own.

- Babe...

- Hmm? What is it?

- Can you rub my stomach? It's hurting really bad...

- Of course, honey. But don't you wanna go to the bathroom?

- No, at least not now.

- Okay, then. Come here.

You put you computer to the side and put another series on TV again while he lay down on your lap.

You started to rub his stomach up and down, and you could feel it rumbling under your touch, as well as how bloated it was.

Chan's expression would turn into one of pain and discomfort every now and then, but he was enjoying the feeling of your hand.

He had one of his hands buried under your thighs because that brought some sort of comfort for him.

But as you kept rubbing his stomach, it let out a loud gurgling noise and Chan unconsciously gripped your thighs and clenched his other hand.

Something was starting to move up inside of him and he could already feel the foul taste in his mouth.

- Honey, can you stop for a while? I'm gonna throw up-

He said covering his mouth to suppress a gag, quickly getting up from the bed and dashing to the bathroom with you following close behind.

He almost didn't make it to the toilet before vomit escaped through his fingers, the lunch he had coming back in disgusting undigested chunks.

- Oh god.

You stood next to him and started rubbing his back which was heaving under your hand, and for some reason felt a little hot.

He kept on retching until more vomit came out, a little thicker this time hurting his throat on the process.

- Oh baby. You're doing good.

You reassured patting his back and kissing the top of his head.

- It feels horrible....

- Do you think it was the food?

- Maybe...we had different dishes-

The sheer mention of food triggered his stomach again, sending more content up.

- There we go, just let it out.

After a few minutes he was left dry heaving and coughing.

- Do you feel any better?

- Not much. It still feels heavy.

- And the nausea?

- It's still here but less annoying.

- That's good enough. Why don't you take a shower? Maybe you'll feel a little better.

- Okay.

- I'll bring you some clothes.

- Thank you.

The shower although good, didn't really help with his situation. The cramps continued, the nausea kept coming and going, exactly like waves. He actually had to bend over the drain a few times but nothing really came up.

He thought that after throwing up he'd feel better but he kept on gagging, so he knew by now this could pretty much be a case of food poisoning.

And he'd soon find out he was right, unfortunately.

Finishing his bath, he was feeling more tired than before and hot, even if he'd just taken a cold shower.

You had gotten the bed ready while he was showering and was waiting for him to join you.

- Did the shower help?

- Not that much... I kept gagging all the time.

- Did you throw up again?

- No, but I'm still nauseous.

- Wanna try some medicine now?

- Yeah.

You gave him a gel capsule of an antiemetic and he gagged when it went down but thankfully it didn't come back up.

He cuddled on you, blanket covering his slightly shivering body and you proceeded to stroke his hair again, playing with it's curls and tracing patterns on his face, noticing it felt a bit hot to the touch.

- Honey, you're a little hot.

- Yeah, I noticed that when I walked out of the shower and I do feel a bit cold, actually.

- Lemme check it. 37.5°C. That's a low grade fever but I don't think it's anything to worry about now. But if it gets higher then you probably got food poisoning.

- I hope not.

- Want something to eat? Soup? Anything?

- I don't know if I can keep anything down but I'm also a bit hungry...

- I'll make something really quick. You don't need to eat everything just a bit okay?

- Okay.

You prepared him some light snacks, which he managed to eat a good amount and it did sit well with his stomach. And then he lay down on your chest again.

You went back to stroking his hair while he gently caressed your thigh and within a few minutes you were both fast asleep.

But the peace didn't last long.

⏳

About 1h30 into the night, Chan broke in cold sweats, his stomach was gurgling again and doing flips, he could feel the contents sloshing around. He tried to change his position but it didn't work.

The nausea he was feeling earlier had gotten really worse and his mouth started salivating. He was shivering which indicated the fever probably got higher.

Something started to creep up his chest and it felt like a burp but when he tried to let it out, he was betrayed by his body as it brought up a little amount of acid liquid. He knew he was gonna throw up sooner rather than later and he didn't want to bother you, so he quietly got out of the bed, suppressing a gag triggered by the sudden movement and locked himself in the bathroom.

⏳

He bent over the toilet but still tried his best to hold it because he knew that the sound would wake you up, and that's the last thing he wanted to do.

Leaving his mouth open, he started off only gagging unproductively and making as little noise as possible.

His body kept rocking back and forth and he was swallowing hard everytime, still trying to prevent himself from throwing up.

But his body really needed to get that out and it didn't matter what he wanted.

His stomach contracted making him gag one more time but he insisted on not vomiting and swallowed it back, but that proved to be a wrong move.

He ended up choking and that triggered a coughing fit which brought out his dinner, splattering in the toilet.

At the moment, he heard you calling out his name.

Shit!

He thought to himself, he knew you were tired and really didn't want to bother you in the middle of the night.

- Babe?

You called sitting up on the bed, taking a few seconds to properly wake up and then you heard a retch and the sound of liquid hitting liquid.

- babe? Are you okay?

You asked with a worried voice getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom.

When you opened the door, Chan was throwing up one more time and you rushed to his side, sitting on the bathtub and started rubbing his back.

- Oh honey...why didn't you call me?

- I didn't want to wake you up.

- Please don't worry about me...

You said, voice sounding concerned with a tiny tone of annoyance.

He coughed up another thick bout that came out of his nose making him choke and gag productively again.

- Oh my dear. That's it, just let it out. You're doing good.

When the next wave came out he ended up swaying forward and you quickly reached out to hold his forehead and noticed it was burning, compared to before.

- Babe, you're running a fever. This is looking like food poisoning.

You said with a worried and sad expression on your face, knowing how the next few hours and days would go by.

- Lemme check it.

You placed the thermometer under his armpit and helped him hold it there.

The numbers were almost alarmingly high, 38.9°C.

- Babe, what else are you feeling?

Chan rested his head on his arm, not really trusting himself to get his face away from the toilet.

- Dizzy, cold, sweating and nauseous.

- From the looks of it, it's definitely food poisoning...

- That's just great...

He said with a sarcastic tone and burying his face in his arm.

- I'll get you some water okay?

He just nodded, gulping down the awful taste in his mouth.

You came back with a bottle of cold water and handed it to him, while sitting back on the edge of the bathtub.

He took a few sips and rested his head on his arm again. You kept rubbing his back and stroking his hair, trying to comfort him.

But his stomach protested against those small sips of water and within a few seconds, it came right back up not giving him time to even change his position.

- Oh honey...

You cooed still rubbing his back again and yawning a bit. But oh boy was that a mistake. He loathed the idea that he cut your sleep short and your yawn just added to that.

- Honey, you can go back to bed, I'll be fine.

- No, Babe, I'm okay, don't worry about me.

- But you're tired, please. I want you to rest.

- Chan, I won't be able to rest knowing that you're sick and puking your guts out.

He chuckled at the last sentence but he was still sad that you were denying good hours of sleep to stay with him.

And again, his stomach was just determined to make him suffer and contracted strongly sending up a thick stream of vomit that soiled the entire inner part of the toilet. Neither the sound nor the sight were exactly pleasant.

After he threw up one more time, you knew for sure it would be a long night and Chan wouldn't be out of the bathroom anytime soon. And you wouldn't leave his side, because although he always wanted to deal with things on his own, deep down inside he subconsciously wanted comfort and he always found that when he was with you.

So you considered all the options and decided to camp out in the bathroom.

- Honey, wait here just a moment.

You went back into the bedroom and got a few blankets and pillows and came back, then organized them on the floor so you could make the spot as comfy as possible.

- What are you doing?

He asked with a raspy voice and a tiny smile.

- Well...you've got food poisoning and I don't think you're leaving this bathroom anytime soon and I won't leave you in here alone so..... we'll "sleep" here.

You answered him with a smile and laughing a little bit, trying to lift the mood.

- I'm sorry for making you do this....but thanks.

Chan said leaning on you and closing his eyes, trying to enjoy the moment of peace his stomach allowed him.

- You're welcome, honey.

⏳

The night was indeed long like you predicted with Chan vomiting more times than you could count and only getting enough sleep. His fever kept oscillating and in-between rounds of vomiting you managed to help him take at least two baths.

When morning rose, both of you were completely exhausted and if any of the boys were to show up at your house, they'd probably be scared because you had a complexion just like Samara's.

But by that time, Chan was feeling a little better or at least well enough to stay in the bedroom with a bucket instead of the cold floor of the bathroom.

You made him breakfast, which he managed to keep down until lunch but then it started again, after all it was food poisoning, just one night of continuous vomiting wouldn't do the trick.

After about 4 days, Chan felt like all the life had been sucked out of him but you made sure he ate every single meal that you made him to regain what he'd lost.

And he made sure you were pampered like you deserved after going through so many sleepless nights with him.

[angelmatthew]

₊˚.༄ ginger tea - sung hanbin

this is very self indulgent because i was sick last week too :(( i can never keep sickfics short and sweet because i'm a sucker for whump, this is very soft whump though ! my writing's still a bit rusty but it's getting better (i hope). also, i'm still not sure about the layout for my posts so i'm trying out different things, i'll stick to one layout eventually!

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↬hanbin x gn!reader ↬2054 words ↬fluff, soft angst, one shot ↬tw: mentions of vomit, a little bit whumpy, not proofread

your muscles were aching, your head pounding like a bass drum and you could barely breathe with your stuffy nose. you had to be in class in an hour but getting out of bed was a daunting mission.

you rolled over, clinging to the warmth of your bed, hoping a few more minutes might work a magic fix. and, before you knew it, you were out like a light.

you’re woken up two hours later by the sound of your phone ringing.

"hey, where are you sweetheart?" you picked up the phone without even checking the caller. once you recognize the familiar voice, you immediately snap into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"oh my god, bin, i’m so sorry i overslept," you confess. you hear background chatter and figure hanbin is already at the coffee shop for your study date. he promised to help you with your finals, despite his busy schedule.

hanbin's voice carries genuine concern. "it’s okay, your voice sounds tired, are you feeling alright?"

“i’m okay," you hesitantly admit, "just feeling a bit under the weather. i'm so sorry for making you wait."

you downplay your ailment, though you can never fully deceive hanbin; his perceptive nature sees through your attempt to minimize the situation. the guilt starts settles in.

"It’s alright, i'm coming over," he reassures you with his signature comforting tone. there's not a single trace of annoyance in his voice, even though he's been patiently waiting for you for the past thirty minutes.

"no! it's okay. I know you're busy, and you made time for me to help with studying, and—" you start to babble, but hanbin interrupts with a soft chuckle.

"my schedule's never too packed for you. plus, it gives me an excuse to escape practice." he speaks in that sing-songy voice you adore, prompting a genuine smile from you.

"well, in that case, i'm glad i could rescue you from the clutches of boredom."

he laughs, "exactly. I’m bringing some medication, tea and cuddles."

true to his word, a few minutes later, there's a gentle knock on your door. you’re greeted with a bear hug and whisker dimples.

“how are you feeling beautiful ?” you can't help but grimace at the pet name, your hair's a mess, you’re pretty sure there’s a toothpaste stain on your sweatshirt, and the fever's turned you into a bit of a sweat machine.

"i look awful," you grumble, stealing a quick glance at your reflection in the small corridor mirror. hanbin's eyebrows furrow, he's quick to interrupt your self-critique.

"you always look beautiful to me," he adds, a reassuring smile accompanying his words. he then, presses his palm against your forehead, seamlessly slipping into concerned-mom-mode. his eyes pop wide, and his lips pull a total 'o' move – the classic hanbin surprise face.

"you're burning up!" he exclaims, guiding you to the couch with a gentle urgency, concerned that standing might tire you out even more. your dizziness was palpable; even reaching the front door felt like a monumental effort.

"did you eat something since this morning?" hanbin questions while putting the grocery bags on the kitchen island, his focus shifting to the small pharmacy bag.

"no, i felt too nauseous," you admit, your voice laced with a hint of shame.

he pauses, worry etched across his features, but he swiftly transforms it into a warm beam, the last thing he wants is to make you feel bad. "no worries, love. let's get you cozy first,"

he disappears into your room, returning with a fluffy blanket and a pile of cushions. he arranges the cushions, making sure they cradle you just right. the blanket, soft and inviting, is draped over you, and he tucks its edges gently, creating a cozy nest.

you can't help but admire his simple yet caring gestures. there's a warmth in his eyes, a quiet assurance that makes you feel secure.

"better?" he asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

“yes, thanks bin, you're an angel” you grab his hand, trying to convey your appreciation as best as you can — can’t risk a kiss in your current state. hanbin takes your hand in his, and kisses each of your knuckles softly, you feel like your heart might explode. in moments like these, you wonder how you got this lucky.

“no need to thank me, now, you need to take your medication…" he makes his way to the kitchen and rummages through the grocery bags, revealing an array of medicine.

he hands you a cup of water along with a few pills and another cup filled with a suspiciously white liquid. "i know it looks like a lot, but the pharmacist promised it should work wonders,"

you nod reluctantly, eyeing the medicine-filled cup. you take a sip of the chalky liquid, the taste makes your face scrunch up in immediate disgust.

"ugh, it's gross," you whine, hanbin chuckles at your distaste.

"you did it! now, the water to wash away the icky aftertaste," he hands you the water with an encouraging smile. "bottoms up!”

you manage a small grin, appreciating his encouragement, and with a final gulp, you conquer the medicine ordeal.

"now, about the nausea, how about a little snack, you can’t take more medicine on an empty stomach" hanbin suggests, you manage a weak nod, grateful for his attention. as he heads back to the kitchen, you can't shake the lingering discomfort; the idea of ingesting any food makes you feel even more nauseous but you don’t want to discourage your boyfriend.

he returns with a plate of crackers and slices of apple, “you don’t have to finish it all,” he hands you the fork with an encouraging nod then turns on the TV and puts on your comfort show, in the hopes that having distraction will make it easier for your stomach to handle the meal.

hanbin watches you eat with a mix of hope and concern, his eyes searching for signs of improvement. after a few bites, your stomach rumbles, and you reluctantly set down your fork. he doesn't want to force you to eat but on the other hand that the lack of nutrition might make you feel worse.

"just one more bite, okay?" hanbin insists, his voice soft. instead of waiting for your response, he picks up a piece of apple and brings it to your lips, offering it with a reassuring smile. "small bites. we'll take it slow."

you take a deep breath before taking another miniscule bite, but as hanbin's hopeful gaze meets yours, the nausea suddenly intensifies. without warning, you get up abruptly, rushing to the bathroom as your stomach rebels. your boyfriend follows, concern etched on his face. you wish he didn’t but he holds your hair gently as you vomit, the sound echoing in the small space.

“i'm so sorry," each retch is accompanied by a twinge of shame, intensified by the fact that fever has left you a bit delirious. you can't help but shed a few tears. yet, through it all, hanbin remains unwaveringly calm and gentle, rubbing your back soothingly.

"shh, it's okay” he repeats, his voice a steady anchor in the storm. he stays by your side, offering comfort as you navigate through this less-than-pleasant moment. as you finish, he helps you rinse your mouth, his touch gentle against the fatigue and fever.

guiding you back to the living room, he reassures, "take your time," and tucks you under the blanket. "if you're not up for eating, we can try again later."

you stare at his expression, he looks even more concerned than before, and you're not sure why but an odd inclination to cry takes hold. maybe it's because hanbin is right here, taking care of you, even handling the less glamorous parts without seeming annoyed or bothered in the slighest. your thoughts became a muddled blend of exhaustion, an overwhelming swell of gratitude, and an uneasy undercurrent of guilt,

as you struggled to fend off the fever-induced haze in your mind, you hadn't noticed hanbin quietly settling beside you, extending a glass of water. "small sips,"

you accept the glass, your body still tense from the earlier ordeal. "i'm sorry," you repeat while trying to supress the sob that threatens to escape your lips.

"hey, don't be sorry," he says, wiping away a tear with a tenderness that melts the tension, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "i'm the one who made you eat when you didn't feel like it. we'll take it one step at a time, okay?" his soothing voice intensifies your emotions, and you find yourself shedding a few more tears, feeling extra awful with your scratchy throat and stuffy nose.

being the empath that he is, hanbin seems on the brink of tears himself, but he doesn't succumb. instead, he gently rubs your back and strokes your hair, humming your favorite songs in an attempt to help you calm down.

"think you need some sleep," he whispers after a few minutes. you nod weakly, and he helps you shift into a more comfortable position, fluffing the pillows and adjusting the blankets.

"anything hurting?" he asks while tucking you in, his fingers gently ensuring the edges of the blankets cocoon you snugly.

"my whole body is aching," you murmur, the exhaustion evident in your voice. moments later, hanbin returns from the kitched with warm heat packs, their comforting weight carefully arranged on your body. as he tends to you, the furrow on his brow and his careful, deliberate movements betray the emotional toll it takes on him to witness you in discomfort. he refrains from asking more questions, not wanting to exhaust you or burden you; he still feels a bit guilty from the ealier nausea ordeal.

before he even gets the chance to check on you again, you've already drifted off to sleep. when you slowly open your eyes two hours later, hanbin is still hovering over you, changing the wet cloth on your forehead with a fresh, cool one.

"hey sleepyhead, feeling better?" he asks, gently stroking your cheek. you nod slowly, his cool hand soothing your warm face.

now that your mind is clearer and the fever has gone down, you feel the shame settle in — you've never been this vulnerable in front of hanbin, you know he doesn't mind taking care of you but you feel sorry nonetheless.

"thank you again, for taking care of me, i was a complete mess earlier," you shyly blurt out.

"it's what i'm here for my love," in response, he graces you with that infectious smile, reminiscent of fluffy clouds and blooming spring flowers.

hanbin leaves your side momentarily but returns with a steaming mug of ginger tea, its comforting aroma filling the room.

"here, this might help you feel even better," he says, handing you the mug. the warmth of the tea and his comforting presence start to chase away the stiffness in your body.

hanbin settles down beside you, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace.

"You know," he starts with a mischievous glint in his eye, "you owe me. i've been exposed to your germs," you chuckle and hanbin's relieved to see you laugh.

"i don't mind as long as I get to cuddle you like this," you say, sinking deeper into the embrace.

"even when I'm all sweaty?"

"you did it for me, i don't see why i wouldn't do it for you," you say, your tone light but filled with genuine affection.

hanbin seems a bit taken aback by your response. even though he spends his time taking care of the people around him, accepting the same level of care from others has always been a bit challenging for him. it's as if he fears it might compromise his dependable attitude. however, ever since you started dating, he's been gradually getting used to the idea and the same goes for you — taking care of each other even in the messiest moments felt more natural.

"you've got yourself a deal. just promise you won't judge the sweaty, sickly version of me too harshly."

you playfully roll your eyes, "bring it on, i'm ready for it warts and all,"

with a smirk, he leans in, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "i'll hold you to that."

[wellthisissomething]

A.C.E (에이스) - 선인장 (CACTUS)

Whumpy Moments in Music Videos 1/?

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Sicktember Day 30: Past Prompt - Warm Soup

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: Joshua (cold), also features some DK (voice loss) and Jun (injury)

Caregiver(s): Seventeen

Word Count: 2,110

Notes: Y'all. We did it! We made it to Day 30! ALSO, this is a piece from the fic that inspired me to start writing Kpop sickfics. It is a monster of a fic, and not even done yet, but I hope to share it with you by the end of the year. The basic premise is "what can go wrong, will go wrong," and, at this point in the fic, we have established a voiceless DK (unspecified cause of voice loss at this time), an injured Junhei (knee subluxation and back sprain), a cold-ridden Joshua, and a fighting Hoshi and Seungkwan. Every member gets whumped in some way (physical or emotional) throughout the remainder of the fic. Some of those events are foreshadowed here...

Fragile was not a word Seungcheol could ever remember using to describe his members. Not even in their pre-debut days, when they were still children learning to navigate the harsh entertainment world. That had felt like growth; young, impressionable, hungry. Yet never fragile. 

But today, fragile was the inescapable word running through Seungcheol’s head at the frustrated sadness on Seokmin’s face as he was held back from joking around with his friends; the tears sliding from Junhei’s eyes when asked to move his injured leg; the protective arm Hansol wrapped around Jisoo’s waist the only thing holding the vocalist up as they left the soundstage; the fire shooting between Soonyoung and Seungkwan’s eyes. His members were so fragile. 

And Seungcheol had no idea what had transpired between Soonyoung and Seungkwan, but the tension on the car ride home was near suffocating and doing absolutely nothing for the worry eating away inside of him over the other ailing members.   

In fact, the only thing keeping Seungcheol’s head from exploding was the strategic placement of a very sick Joshua in the middle seat. It was obvious to everyone that the elder vocalist had turned the corner from ‘coming down with something’ to ‘miserably ill’ between their practice that morning and filming that night, but, true to form, Joshua had refused to sit out for the filming, leading to him falling asleep immediately in the car, cuddling into the shoulder of the closest person, (who was, conveniently, Jeonghan). Thus, putting Joshua in the middle seat would ensure a quiet ride home as no one would risk waking him up. It was foolproof, (and certainly not without evidence, as the car usually stayed quiet when any member was unwell and asleep.)

When the van finally pulled up to their dorm building, Seungcheol waited until everyone else was out of the car before unbuckling his seatbelt and pushing his door open. He watched his team. Jeonghan was leading the way, already punching in the door code, talking loudly to Seungkwan about something (Seungcheol could really only make out the sound of his voice). Seungkwan had his arm around Joshua’s waist, the elder vocalist leaning heavily against him. Soonyoung was at the opposite end of the pack from Seungkwan, his arm thrown around Seokmin’s shoulders. Good, Seungcheol thought to himself. The problems are isolated. 

By the time he’d entered the dorm, the group had already begun to disperse, but he thankfully didn’t miss the most important moment. 

“You’re home!” Jun exclaimed, sitting up on the couch. Mingyu barreled forward, pausing when he saw Jun’s face twist with pain. 

“Sit up too fast?” Jihoon asked with a sympathetic half smile, pausing briefly as the rest of the team maneuvered around him into the dorm.

“Yeah,” Jun sighed, rubbing at his lower back a few times. Mingyu waited on tip toe until Jun had recovered from the shock of moving and, smiling bright, opened his arms for Mingyu to join. The rapper collapsed against the dancer’s chest, falling to his knees next to the couch. “How was the taping?”

“It went well. Everyone locked in and re-blocked like champs,” Jeonghan replied, high-fiving Seokmin as he passed by the couch to ruffle Jun’s hair. Minghao had also crept over, and was crouched next to the arm of the couch, head resting on Jun’s back. 

Mingyu had yet to let go of Jun. “I’m so sorry, hyung,” he whimpered.

“Yah, what are you sorry for? It was an accident,” Jun scolded lightly, lightly rubbing his fingers up and down Mingyu’s spine. “I’m okay. You’re okay. Everything is okay.” The dancer smiled up at Jeonghan. “I’m so happy everything went smooth.” 

“Me too.” The older man smiled back, then took a quick glance around the room. Jun followed his eyes as Mingyu released him in search of dinner and Minghao moved to take his place. 

“Everything okay?” Jun asked, lowering his voice so only the two members closest could hear. 

Jeonghan’s mouth pressed into a line. “I’m not sure. Something feels… off.” 

“Like a storm’s coming,” Minghao, (who had wrapped his arms around Jun’s waist and smushed his head against the older dancer’s side,) added. Jun frowned. “Hoshi and Kwannie are fighting.” 

“I knew that.” Jun gave a laugh, patting Minghao’s cheek, gently signaling him to let go. The younger dancer pouted as he shifted away so the older man could lay back down. Once Jun had lain back, Minghao shifted too so that his head rested against the couch by Jun’s hand. Chuckling again, Jun began to play with his hair. “You’re like a puppy.” 

“Shut up,” Minghao grumbled, grabbing Jun’s hand and casually threading their fingers together. Silently yelling, ‘I’m so fucking glad you’re okay.’

“Why don’t you go eat, love?” Jun asked, more of a request than a question. Minghao nodded, disentangling his grip on the older dancer and jogging towards the kitchen. Jun looked back at Jeonghan, tapping his hip to get the older man’s attention. “Storm’s coming?” 

Jeonghand nodded, mouth quirked to the side. “Can’t say much more than that. But we’re bound to explode any second now. You know Dokyeomie lost his voice, and he’s getting frustrated with that. Wonwoo’s a little off, and I can’t tell if it was a bad night’s sleep or something more. Shua’s not feeling well at all. Soonyoung and Kwannie are at each other’s throats, and that’s gonna get worse before it gets better…”

Jun looked over at the group gathering around the table. He then reached up and grabbed Jeonghan’s hand with a tight squeeze. “We’ve weathered storms before. Nothing we can’t handle.” Jeonghan smiled at him.

“You’re so wise, Junnie-ah…”

Junhei shrugged. “It’s the drugs.”

“No, don’t sell yourself short.”

Minghao returned to the couch after filling his plate as quickly as physically possible. 

“Table,” Jun ordered, pointing back at said furniture piece. Minghao whined, very uncharacteristically, but returned as told at the table. Jeonghan snorted, ruffling Jun’s hair before moving towards the food himself. He gave Minghao a quick kiss on the head to soothe his pouting, which was quickly forgotten anyway as Jihoon stumbled back into the dining room with his comfort clothes on.

“Man, I’m hungry,” the producer said.

“Good thing we have dinner,” Jeonghan commented sarcastically. 

Jihoon shrugged. “I don’t.”

“You didn’t order anything?” Seungcheol asked. Jihoon shrugged again. “JIHOONIE! Stop doing this!” 

“Sorry! I get distracted!” Jihoon replied defensively. 

Chan, his mouth full, pointed meaningfully at his plate. 

Seungcheol sighed. “You want what Dino’s having?” Jihoon moved closer to the table, and carefully picked at a piece of Chan’s meal with his fingers. He chewed slowly, contemplatively, then nodded. “Yeah, that’s great.”

“Hyung, we passed the phone around to make sure everyone ordered something,” Hansol pointed out. 

“I wasn’t hungry then.” 

“Boooooooo!” Mingyu gave a teasing thumbs down. “Bad excuse!” Jihoon pivoted to look at him, and Mingyu yelped, holding up his hands in surrender. 

“That’s what I thought!” Jihoon nodded at Mingyu, winking conspiratorially as he sat down next to Chan and began eating off his plate. Seokmin passed him a plate of his own, and Chan quickly helped split the food for them both. 

“What do we want to hear tonight?” Wonwoo asked, connecting his phone to the Bluetooth speaker permanently housed on the kitchen counter. 

“Play something I can pop my ass to!” Jun called from the couch. Chan burst out laughing, joined by Mingyu and Seungkwan, while Jihoon and Minghao looked at the dancer like he had two heads. Hansol nearly spit out his water all over the table, which would have been disastrous given that Seokmin actually knocked his water bottle over, spilling its contents everywhere. 

“Gege, you can’t even pop your ass right now,” Minghao replied, completely unfazed as Seungkwan and Seokmin rushed to clean up the spilled water. Mingyu tossed them the paper towels over the kitchen counter. 

“On the contrary, my ass is probably the only thing I’m still able to pop,” Jun responded without a moment of hesitation, comedically matter-of-fact.

Minghao held his gaze while the others continued to laugh. Junhei stared back, fully serious. “What kind of drugs do they have you on right now?” the younger man asked. 

Jun smiled like a little kid. “The fun kind.” 

“More like the filterless kind.” Jihoon shook his head. But no one missed the way the corners of his lips kept smirking up. 

“That’s what I said. Fun.”

Seungkwan appeared from the hallway, pulling Joshua (hair still damp, towel around his neck) along by the hand. Seungkwan pulled out a chair and placed Joshua into it, patting his head before moving towards the takeout bags on the counter.

Mingyu slid a bowl across the counter, indicating that it was for Joshua. Hansol grabbed the bowl and placed it carefully in front of Joshua, then slid his own plate to the empty chair next to the American member, moving to sit next to him. Joshua stared at the bowl with adorable confusion. Mingyu grinned. “It’s the soup your mom sent over. We thought you might enjoy a taste of home tonight.”

Joshua’s smile was soft and genuine. “Thank you.” 

“You know…” Mingyu leaned coyly over the kitchen counter, “you could thank me even more with a kiss.”

“Mingyu, do not coerce him into giving you his cold,” Jihoon said, not even bothering to look up from his (Chan’s) food. 

“Oh come on,” Mingyu whined, his whole body deflating. “That would be a perfect excuse to bow out of that stupid double date on Tuesday.”

“Just tell them you don’t want to go, hyung,” Hansol said, clearly exasperated with the amount of whining about said date.

Soonyoung nodded in agreement, casually sidling over to take the towel from Joshua’s neck, gently drying his hying’s hair. “That’s the right thing to do, Gyu. You already met the girl once, and you didn’t like her like that. Jaehyun will understand if you tell him the truth. And if he really likes the other girl, he doesn’t need you to be there, and you’ll be doing all of them a favor if you just tell him that.” Joshua looked up at him, meeting Soonyoung’s eyes with another grateful smile. Soonyoung pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“Or I could just happen to fall ill right before the day and have a real reason to cancel that doesn’t hurt this girl’s feelings,” Mingyu retorted. 

“That’s stupid,” Soonyoung replied teasingly.

“You’re stupid,” Mingyu countered. 

“Wait, was the soup an actual act of kindness, or a bribe to get you sick?” Joshua asked, smirking as he finally caught up to the conversation. 

“It was Hansol’s idea, actually,” Mingyu replied, catching the slightest hint of a joke in Joshua’s eyes. “My intentions are pure!”

“This is corruption, and you, sir, are a scoundrel!” Minghao exclaimed, thrusting his fork in Mingyu’s general direction, a few pieces of rice hitting Seokmin’s face. Minghao apologized fast as the vocalist fumbled for his notebook. 

“Who’s the scoundrel now?!” Seokmin wrote, underlining the word scoundrel several times. The entire room echoed with laughter. Chan nearly fell out of his chair from laughing so hard. 

Hansol noticed that Joshua’s eyes had started to droop closed despite still sitting up. The feeling of Hoshi’s soothing hands in his hair must’ve lulled him to sleep. “Hyung, you don’t have to finish the whole bowl.”

Joshua’s eyes snapped open with a start. “No, no, Gyu made it special.” Even as he moved to take his spoon back, his eyelids were already drooping heavily again.

Hansol took the spoon from him. “We can save it and reheat it tomorrow.” 

“Don’t let Mingyu touch that soup. Or the spoon,” Jihoon added, casting a glance at the younger man who, mouth full, threw his arms up in exasperation. The table erupted in laughter. 

Swallowing quickly, Mingyu yelled over the noise, “Hey, I’m not that desperate, damnit! It’s a kiss or nothing.”

“Says the guy who once used Junhei’s toothbrush when you knew full well he had strep throat,” Jihoon replied. 

“THAT WAS A MISTAKE, AND YOU KNOW IT!” Mingyu cried. “We both had green toothbrushes! It was dark, and it was late, and…”

“Gyu, we’re messing with you,” Seungcheol laughed, cupping the younger rapper’s hands. His thumbs began to massage the tension from his hands. 

“And don’t forget who else had a green toothbrush at the time, and accidentally used mine first and gave me strep in the first place!” Jun yelled from the couch, staring directly at Jihoon.

“I do not retract my prior statements.” The producer’s words were met with another wave of laughter. 

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🐈‍⬛When did we normalize danger?

Title from SOS (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: “Hey, Wonwoo-yah”, Seungcheol greeted happily, “how is your photoshoot going?” “Hyung? Can you come and get me?”, Wonwoo whispered, feeling a bit choked up all of a sudden. 

CW: emeto, medical issues with the eyes

Whumpee/Sickie: Wonwoo Caretaker(s): S.Coups/Seungcheol + Jeonghan

(It’s okay)

“Okay, nearly done”, the stylist noona announced, fixing a few strands of Wonwoo’s hair before stepping back to inspect her work. “I think I outdid myself.”

“You did, noona”, Wonwoo agreed, laughing at her proud smile. He was at a solo photoshoot to model for The Face Shop again, an activity he enjoyed more than he ever thought he would. The staff was always the same and they were very kind and forthcoming. He had grown quite close to them, as much as work allowed. “Can I keep my glasses on or do I need to switch to contact lenses?”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to go with the lenses this time, sweetie”, she said, looking very apologetic though it certainly wasn’t her fault. “Apparently in this studio due to the new lamps the glasses might reflect the light so that the pictures will be useless.”

“It’s not your fault”, Wonwoo protested, already rifling through his backpack to find his contact lens case. Where had he put it? When he couldn’t just find it with touch alone, he completely opened his bag and searched through it.

Yet the contact lens case didn’t turn up.

For a moment, horror washed over him. A hot flush of shame encased his body and he felt his hands start to tremble badly. This was the worst case scenario - normally he was so diligent and reliable. For a reason. He hated inconveniencing others and currently, if he had no contacts, he would either end up accidentally squinting on camera and have to rely on somebody to get around or they might even have to break the contract - an expensive collaboration between their company and The Face Shop - if the pictures didn’t work out. 

“Everything okay, Wonwoo-ssi?”, the stylist asked worriedly.

“I … I can’t find my contact lenses. I think I forgot them at home”, he whispered, bowing his head in shame. “I am so sorry.”

“Oh”, she said, “well, maybe your manager has a back-up pair?”

“I … I don’t know. I’ll ask”, Wonwoo said, cursing his own stupidity. Of all the days of this to happen was when there was a scheduling conflict, leaving him completely on his own at the other company. The manager had just dropped him off and then driven away to run an errand or something. It was moments like this that made Wonwoo hate solo schedules with a passion. He would have given a lot for his Seungcheol-hyung to take over dealing with the situation and his Jeonghannie-hyung’s comforting hugs. 

Instead, he called the manager, hoping he had a solution.

💎

Fifteen minutes later the manager hurried in, handing over a contact case he had luckily found in the glove compartment of the car.

“My lifesaver, thank you”, Wonwoo thanked him with a deep bow, “I’m sorry for the … well, for everything.”

“No worries, Wonwoo-yah. I really need to go now, though. Remember to take your eyedrops before”, the manager said and vanished again.

Wonwoo took out his eyedrops, putting them in. He hated them with a passion but there was nothing he could do. His eyes were always so dry - one of the reasons he never really wore contacts in the first place, the other his hand tremor making it too hard to put them in - and today wasn’t a good day to begin with. As he unpacked the lenses, he accidentally had a glance at the expiration date printed on the case. 

At once his heart dropped to his stomach. With the expiry rate this close to that day’s date it was clear that this was a very, very old pair. If he had to guess likely from over three years ago - meaning that it wasn’t his current prescription. He knew that it wasn’t the best idea to wear lenses that were so outdated and would probably hurt his eyes but he also couldn’t just not wear them. Not after his manager had run all the way down to the car to get them. Not if he would otherwise be a stumbling, blind idiot who should have remembered to pack the right prescription that morning. He’d rather have slightly less blurry sight than go completely without help, thank you very much. 

Putting them in was as awful as it always was. It was hard to place them with his hand shaking so much. And, beside the fact that it was just wrong to have something directly on his eyes, he just couldn’t tell if they were placed correctly. After fumbling around for a few minutes, he gave up. It would have to do.

Already he could feel the headache starting.

When he arrived at the studio where they would take the pictures he was regretting his decision. It was even more awful to see less blurry than he normally did. At least that level he was used to. But taking the lenses out again was out of the question.

At least the atmosphere at the set was nice. He had worked with that particular photographer before and liked him well enough. It would be doable. Then he recognized belatedly who the woman waiting for him was.

“Good morning, Wonwoo-ssi”, the director greeted him with a small bow.

Wonwoo smiled at her, greeting her as well. He liked the woman, though she was a high executive for The Face Shop she always took the time to come greet him when he was asked to model for them - like today. It was nice to chat with her and often she would speak about the concept and even watch some of the photoshoot later on. He considered himself very lucky that she approached him with grace and kindness, never once making anything awkward despite his own awkwardness and shyness around strangers.

“I’m sorry for the delay”, he apologized, bowing his head.

“Don’t worry about it. Stuff happens. Sadly, I won’t be able to watch the whole shoot today but I will pop in sometimes to see how it’s going, alright?”

“Thank you, director-nim.”

💎

(No, no more)

Two hours later, Wonwoo was done with the day.

Constantly trying to compensate for blurry vision and simultaneously trying not to look like he was doing it was hard. A headache was pounding in his skull at the same time as his heartbeat. His eyes were extremely dry and stung so badly he could barely tolerate the harsh overhead lights. A dull sense of nausea swirled in his stomach - topping off a terrible day.

Yet, he continued. There was no sense in breaking off the photo shoot now and going back another day. Even worse, the director had come back in a few minutes ago - he liked her a lot, that was true, but he really wasn’t up for any idle chit-chat or for her to watch him as he fumbled his way through the shoot. He knew it wasn’t up to his standard, he knew he would hate whatever pictures the photographer would take.

“Wonwoo-ssi? Is everything alright?”, the director asked out of the blue. Wonwoo looked up, blinking harshly and trying to focus on her. His head swirled for a moment as he tried to adjust himself to look over where the photographer and the director were talking quietly with each other.

He couldn’t bring out much more than a pathetic: “Huh?”

“Your eyes look really red and watery”, the photographer commented, “let’s pull the pictures up on the screen but I’m afraid it will show.”

Closing his eyes for a moment, Wonwoo took a deep breath and stepped down the platform he had been standing on for the shoot. Well, he tried to. With his vision blurry as it was he misstepped, expecting a bigger height than it actually was and slammed his foot against the ground. Immediately a hot pain shot up his ankle up to his calf, causing Wonwoo to stumble and drawing a sharp hiss from between his teeth.

“Are you alright?”, the director asked worriedly, hurrying over to Wonwoo who stood rooted to the ground as he tried to figure out if it was just a momentary pain or something worse. 

“I …”, Wonwoo tried to speak up but broke off. He wasn’t alright, so much was clear. But he also couldn’t just ask to stop the photoshoot now, could he?

“It’s your foot, isn’t it? The impact looked painful? Did you misjudge the distance or were you dizzy or something?”, the director fretted. Wonwoo didn’t expect her to reach out to him, flinching as she touched his arm. 

He could tell he was getting overwhelmed, everything becoming just a bit too much and too big for him. His ankle was throbbing, his eyes and head were aching and he was slowly becoming really dizzy and nauseous from his swimming vision. 

The director seemed to take his silence and flinch as a sign that something was wrong, apologizing for scaring him and then adding: “Come on, let’s sit down, okay?”

Wonwoo let himself be pushed down onto the step, sitting down and stretching out his leg. Now that the immediate moment of impact was over he could tell it was indeed just the shock that had hurt, the pain in his foot slowly ebbing away.

At least something, even if he nearly wished that it was instead the headache that had faded. 

“I’m fine, director-nim”, he said then, glad he finally found his words. “I think I just slipped. The pain is much better. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

“Are you sure? That looked painful”, she replied, sounding unconvinced. 

“Yeah, I’m good to continue. My foot is fine, really.”

“What’s wrong with your eyes then?”, she asked bluntly. “Wonwoo-ssi, I’m really sorry, even if we wanted to continue - your eyes look really red and swollen. What is going on today? This isn’t like you.”

Wonwoo sighed, not really wanting to reveal his struggle to her. He was still a bit embarrassed about forgetting the contacts in the first place and he knew that he was costing both companies a lot of money at the moment.

“I … I forgot my contact lenses at home”, he started hesitantly, despite his weariness. She had been nothing but kind to him and he really had nothing to win with lying anyways, if they couldn’t continue. He didn’t want to imagine how bad his eyes looked considering how awful they felt. “My manager had some old ones in the car but it’s a really old prescription and normally my eyes don’t do well with contacts anyways. Guess it’s all catching up to me now.”

The director hummed sympathetically. “You’re having a really crappy day, hm? Why don’t you call your manager and go home? I think we should have enough pictures for it to work out. If not we’ll just reschedule the shoot. It’s no big issue. There is no sense in continuing. And don’t you dare apologize again.”

“Sorry”, Wonwoo offered, then sheepishly ducked his head. “I, yeah, I guess I should go home.”

What else was there to be done? 

The director even went so far as to grab him something to drink and get his phone so he could call somebody to take him home. As he held his phone in his hand, ready to dial the manager, he was hit with a sudden sense of longing.

The manager was a kind man and he had been with the team for a long time. But …

… if Wonwoo was really honest to himself, he just wanted his hyungs after everything that had happened.

Without further thought, scared he would talk himself out of it if he hesitated any longer, Wonwoo dialed the number and lifted his phone to his ear, closing his eyes in exhaustion.

“Hey, Wonwoo-yah”, Seungcheol greeted happily, “how is your photoshoot going?”

“Hyung? Can you come and get me?”, Wonwoo whispered, feeling a bit choked up all of a sudden. 

“Yes, of course. I’ll be there as soon as I can”, Seungcheol promised immediately, with no hint of hesitation, his voice dripping with concern, “but Wonwoo-yah, what happened?”

“It’s a long story.”

💎

By the time Seungcheol arrived, Wonwoo was desperate for a hug. He had already switched back to the jeans and comfy hoodie he had arrived in, most of the make-up wiped away. However, no matter how much he had tried and no matter how careful the stylist had been during her tries, they couldn’t get the contacts out.

Wonwoo knew it was a risk - using them with dry eyes always was a bad idea - but now with his eyes burning and watering it seemed to be impossible.

“Wonwoo-yah”, Seungcheol called, rushing inside the room not caring for anything but getting to his dongsaeng. 

“Hyung”, Wonwoo replied, his voice coming out shakier and more desperate than expected. He turned around on the swivel make-up chair just in time. Within seconds he was wrapped in a strong embrace, Seungcheol holding him tightly and even gently cupping Wonwoo’s head to his chest with his hand. 

“I’m here, baby”, Seungcheol said and Wonwoo could just imagine the worried pout he probably had on his face, the same one he always had when one of his “kids” was sick or injured. Just breathing in his leader’s perfume gave Wonwoo a sense of home, making him grab onto the back of Seungcheol’s hoodie. He was aware that he was embarrassing himself in front of the director and the stylist but for once he couldn't care less.

After a few moments of just rocking them both from side to side, Seungcheol carefully pulled away. Wonwoo reluctantly let him, dropping his hands to his lap and staring down. 

Suddenly he was embarrassed. He never should have asked Seungcheol to come - the leader had a lot on his plate and Wonwoo could have easily called the manager. Well, the manager might not have been available but that was a different story. Seungcheol hadn’t needed to drive across the whole city just to collect one of his hyung-line members who was too stupid to remember to pack his contact lenses. 

“Ah, ah, I know that face”, Seungcheol said, his hand coming up to cradle Wonwoo’s cheek, “don’t apologize. From what you said I know you had a terrible day and, I’m sorry for being this blunt, but you look awful. I’m glad to be here for you.”

“Thanks”, Wonwoo mumbled quietly, face heating up under the caring attention. It always blew his mind just how much Seungcheol loved them all, loved him.

“Thank you for coming to take him home, S.Coups-ssi”, the director said, stepping over to them in the silence that followed, “I’m the director. Nice to meet you in person.” 

“Nice to meet you too”, Seungccheol replied politely, bowing slightly. “Is it alright if I take Wonwoo home now or is there anything you need to talk about with the contract?”

“No, no. Take him. If there is anything we need to go, I’ll call his manager in the next few days. Maybe we got enough good pictures before we needed to stop. I think the most important thing right now is to get his contacts out.”

“They are not out?”, the leader asked worriedly, turning to Wonwoo again, automatically placing his hand on Wonwoo’s shoulder.

Wonwoo shook his head. “I couldn’t. It hurts. I can’t keep my eyes open to get them and with my hand tremor I’m not steady enough anyway.”

Seungcheol hummed unhappily. “I doubt you want to go to the ER. Why don’t I drive us home and then we can try to figure out how to do this? I think Hannie can help. What do you think?”

“Yeah, let’s go home”, Wonwoo croaked. 

💎

Getting to the car was a mess. By the time they made it, Wonwoo was shaking all over, vision swimming so badly he could barely see anything but vague lights and he was clutching Seungcheol’s arm for dear life. The headache had not relented and he wasn’t sure if the rolling feeling in his stomach was nerves or nausea.

He collapsed into the seat, too exhausted to even buckle himself up. So Seungcheol did, gently talking to Wonwoo about his day to keep his mind off everything. How he had gotten brunch with the maknae-line members, how Seungkwan and Dino had play-fought over the last egg and gotten so distracted with it that they hadn’t noticed Vernon peeling and eating the whole thing until it was gone. How long and boring the meeting with the company executives was. How he had worked in the studio with Woozi, who had accidentally deleted a sample when he had sneezed and consequently pouted through the whole writing session. How he had been dancing with Jeonghan when Wonwoo had called. It was a nice distraction, enough to loosen some of the tension in Wonwoo’s shoulders. 

“Close your eyes”, Seungcheol suggested as he started the ignition, “sleep if you can. We’ll figure everything out, okay?”

Wonwoo hummed in response, taking the advice. 

He didn’t manage to fall asleep, however. The stop and go of the Seoul traffic was causing his stomach to slowly turn even more sour than before. It was no surprise, Wonwoo was normally already prone to motion sickness and apparently closing his eyes was the wrong move. Normally he would be fine in the front seat so maybe the issue was that his eyes couldn’t tell his body which motion to expect. 

So he opened his eyes only to realize … that this wasn’t a solution at all. With his vision so blurry he couldn’t tell what was about to happen anyway. If anything the bright light was making his eyes burn and his head pound more.

It took about three intersections and the constant rocking of the car when stopping and starting again, that Wonwoo had to admit defeat. Holding out was not an option.

“Hyungie”, he spoke up quietly, hesitantly.

“Yeah?” Seungcheol seemed completely focused on the street in front of him, for which Wonwoo was thankful but he also just wanted him to realize what was wrong without having to speak up. 

Today was really not his day.

“I’m … I’m really nauseous.” Wonwoo breathed out. “I think I’m carsick...”

“Oh. Okay. Uhm, try to look out the front … oh…” Seungcheol realized the problem quickly. Wonwoo could imagine the concerned frown of his face perfectly.

“Yeah”, he whispered. 

“It’s still about fifteen minutes of driving. I can’t really pull over anywhere…”, Seungcheol said worriedly - probably both for his dongsaeng and his car interior. “Do you think you can hold out that long?”

Wonwoo bit his lip. His stomach was really upset now and his whole body was clouded in the shroud of nausea that made everything feel lethargic and unwell. His throat was tight in a very uncomfortable way and he had to compulsory swallow every few seconds.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” He felt close to crying but it was bad enough that he was mostly blind and carsick in his hyung’s car. If Wonwoo started to cry now he didn’t think he could ever stop again.

“Okay, it’s okay”, Seungcheol said, probably sensing Wonwoo’s impending breakdown and resting one of his hands on Wonwoo’s knee. “I don’t think I have a bag. Let’s just put your backpack on the backseat just in case. The floor matts can be cleaned easily enough.”

There was nothing Wonwoo wanted to do less than throw up in his hyung’s car - literally. 

He grabbed his bag nevertheless and haphazardly threw it into the back, then leaned straight up against the seat, hoping it would help somehow. Seungcheol’s hand never left his knee.

💎

After a few minutes of deep breaths, he couldn’t help it anymore. He was so nauseous it was painful, his stomach cramping under his hand, the other hand pressed to his mouth. All he could do was swallow and pray.

“Wonwoo, baby, don’t hurt yourself”, Seungcheol interfered gently, “if you need to be sick, let it happen. Maybe you’ll feel better after. It’s really okay.” The leader's attention seemed to be more on Wonwoo than on the traffic now, as loud honks signaled.

“Eyes on the ro…”, Wonwoo pressed out, a sudden gag surprising him. It all happened so quickly that he couldn’t stop it. His body bent forward without any of his conscious doing, a prelude of what was to happen. Spreading his legs was all he could do before he was throwing up onto the expensive interior. He pressed his burning eyes shut against the sight.

“Shh, breathe”, Seungcheol soothed, patting Wonwoo’s back even while driving. Vaguely Wonwoo hoped he was paying more attention to the street now but he was too preoccupied with turning himself inside out to worry too much about it. 

His stomach contracted again and again and everything that Wonwoo had eaten spilled down his lips and dripped down his chin. He was so nauseated and dizzy he could barely tell where up and down was, his hands pressing against his head, elbows on his knees, the only thing giving him a bit of orientation. 

He felt disgusting, nauseous, sweaty and most of all very humiliated and tired. His stomach was churning relentlessly and he didn’t dare lift his head up for the rest of the drive even when he hadn’t thrown up in a good five minutes. He probably was just empty though, nausea still present nevertheless. 

The headache seemed to reach new highs as he sat there trembling all over, sure he would lose any grip he had on himself should Seungcheol take his hand off his back. And indeed, as they pulled into the parking garage of their building and Seungcheol had to let go of him to park, Wonwoo couldn’t help the whimper escaping his lips. Tears and snot streamed down his face.

“Oh, Wonwoo-yah”, Seungcheol said, sounding a bit helpless. “We’re here. It’s gonna be alright. I texted Hannie, he is gonna help us get upstairs. We’ll get the contacts out and then you can go to sleep for as long as you want.”

They stayed like that with Wonwoo queasily bent over his mess and Seungcheol rubbing his back and muttering comforting nonsense until the passenger door was opened and Jeonghan said: “Oh, Wonwoo, baby. Come on, let’s get out of the car.”

With the help of his second oldest hyung, Wonwoo was able to stand on wobbly legs while holding onto Jeonghan for stability. All his strength had left him between entering the car and now getting out and as he could barely open his eyes anymore he was terribly disoriented. It was easier to just close his aching eyes and depend on his hyungs.

“Can you get him upstairs, Hannie?”, Seungcheol asked, voice coming closer as he exited the car himself and placed a warm hand on Wonwoo’s hip. “I’ll try to clean out the car.”

Wonwoo buried his face in Jeonghan’s shoulder, clutching at his hyung in humiliation. “I’m so sorry”, he whispered, voice muffled by the comfortable sweatshirt Jeongan wore. 

“Don’t be sorry”, Seungcheol comforted, “it’s alright. You’re not well.”

“Let’s go, hm?”, Jeonghan said, wrapping his arm around Wonwoo’s waist to guide him. “You trust hyung, don’t you?”

All Wonwoo could do was nod and let himself be led.

💎

Jeonghan brought him to the apartment Wonwoo shared with their general leader, Joshua, Mingyu and Minghao. They were all familiar with the layouts of each other's apartments, spending a lot of time just cycling through the dorms but Wonwoo was still glad for the familiarity. 

At least it seemed like none of the other members were home at the moment.

Wonwoo was sat down on the closed toilet seat, slumping into himself in exhaustion while Jeonghan bustled around. 

“Are you still nauseous?”, Jeonghan asked before a clattering sound signaled to Wonwoo that he had placed down a bucket just in case no matter what Wonwoo would answer. 

“A bit”, he admitted, “but it’s now more from my headache than motion sickness.”

“Is it from the contact lenses or something else?”, Jeonghan asked, his voice sounding close like he was crouched down in front of Wonwoo. Indeed, a few seconds later, Jeonghan took his hand and pressed a cup into his hand. “Rinse.”

How did Jeonghan know? Then again, Seungcheol probably had texted him the whole story or at least enough information that Jeonghan knew what was going on. 

Playing for time, Wonwoo swished out his mouth with the offered mouthwash, happy to wash the taste of puke away. It was then that he realized he needed to get to the sink to spit it out and he really didn’t want to get up and stumbled his way there. 

As if he had read his mind Jeonghan advised: “Just spit it back into the cup, I can dump it out in the sink. You rest.”

Too dizzy and exhausted to fight the renewed embarrassment creeping up on him, Wonwoo did as asked. He felt terribly self-conscious when he pressed the cup over his mouth and let the mouthwash fall back into it but Jeonghan didn’t seem to care. He just took the cup from him and set it aside, then patted Wonwoo’s knee.

“Tell me how you feel”, Jeonghan encouraged, pushing a strand of Wonwoo’s hair behind his ear. 

“My head hurts”, Wonwoo hesitantly started. “Maybe because of how blurry my vision is. Or due to dehydration” - a mix of throwing up and crying would do that - “I dunno. My eyes are burning really badly and I can barely see when I open my eyes. I just want to sleep.”

“You can soon, hm?”, Jeonghan said in his soothing voice, reserved for hysterical and sad dongsaengs. If he wasn’t so exhausted Wonwoo would have been offended that he used it on him. “Let’s try to get those contacts out. Pain meds and sleep after.”

💎

It wasn’t as easy as Jeonghan had seemed to imagine. The dryness of his eyes caused the lenses to stick to Wonwoo’s eyes, and the burning pain from the wrong prescription and the blurriness of his vision caused Wonwoo to not being able to keep his eyes open, especially as he closed them reflexively when the darkness of Jeonghan’s finger came close.

After numerous fruitless tries, Wonwoo gave a frustrated cry, curling into himself as much as he could. It was a scary experience - something in his eyes that was damaging them and refused to come out terrifying. Especially with his already fragile state of mind he was slowly becoming numb and restless at the same time.

That was when Seungcheol came in, apparently having cleaned … no, Wonwoo didn’t want to think about it. 

“No success?”, he asked worriedly, seeing Jeonghan hovering over Wonwoo, with the latter hugging himself in defeat.

“No.” Jeonghan sighed. “ER?”

“No, please”, Wonwoo whispered. He couldn’t take going to a bustling hospital on top of everything. 

“Let’s try a different approach and if that doesn’t work, we will go to the doctor”, Seungcheol decided.

💎

Five minutes later, Wonwoo found himself basically sitting on Seungcheol’s lap, leaning back against his leader and wrapped safely in his arms. The hyungs had decided they should relocate to the couch to create a more relaxed atmosphere which apparently meant that Wonwoo was going to be cuddled. If he was honest, he didn’t mind. 

Seungcheol was leaning back against the backrest and had Wonwoo rest against his shoulder so that Jeonghan had easy access to his eyes.

“Are you comfy?”, the leader asked gently.

“Yeah”, Wonwoo mumbled, feeling the tips of his ears turn red. Deep down he loved the doting and coddling but it was weird nevertheless. It seemed so exposed in the living room where suddenly a member coming home from schedules could see. 

“Okay, I’m going to put in more eyedrops now”, Jeonghan said and carefully squeezed some of the liquid into Wonwoo’s eyes. “Blink a bit to get it moving around.”

Wonwoo did as bid. 

“Ready?”, Jeonghan asked. Wonwoo nodded, for the first time feeling like he could do this. Seungcheol had taken his hands in his own, their intertwined hands a nice weight on Wonwoo’s stomach. With Seungcheol holding him and Jeonghan’s gentleness, maybe this could work.

Jeonghan pushed his eyelid up, which made Wonwoo’s eyes burn. But then he realized it was very dark in the room and he couldn’t even see Jeonghan’s face or his hands. 

“Why is it so dark?”, he asked, fear making his chest ache. Rationally he knew he was overreacting but having issues with his eyes and then opening to find himself unable to see anything was unsettling. “What…?”

“Shhh, it’s okay”, Seungcheol soothed, playing with Wonwoo’s fingers in comfort. “We thought it might be easier for you if you couldn’t see your hyungs’ hand coming closer. I promise there is enough light for Hannie to see what he is doing. I thought you heard us talking but you were really spaced out, huh?”

“I guess”, Wonwoo mumbled, feeling a bit ridiculous how he had overreacted. But well, with the day he had, no wonder his nerves were fried. The rational explanation of his emotional state barely comforted him.

“Okay, love, take a deep breath while I wash my hands again. I’m going to be very careful, okay?”, Jeonghan said, his thumb rubbing Wonwoo’s cheek. 

Wonwoo nodded and breathed.

💎

All too soon Jeonghan was back. Gently he pushed the eyelid up again. Then without any warning, Wonwoo could feel his hand connect and then: “I got it.”

Tears streamed down Wonwoo’s cheek in relief. 

“Let’s do the other side as well, okay?”, Jeonghan said.

This time it wasn’t so easy. The lense didn’t seem to want to stick to Jeonghan’s finger, no matter how he tried. 

“Baby, I can’t keep doing this. One more try and then I feel like we need to consult a specialist”, Jeonhan mumbled, sounding devastated. By that time, Wonwoo was so exhausted that he couldn’t care less. Did he want to go to the hospital? Obviously not. But if it put him out of misery he could do it.

“I’m sorry.”

Suddenly faced with the very real possibility of going to the ER and getting prodded by doctors and nurses and especially with having to drive there, Wonwoo did not want that. “Can you try one more time, hyung?”

“One last time, baby”, Jeonghan agreed, “breathe.”

Wonwoo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Do it.”

Jeonghan’s finger made contact with his eye. A cheer. Congratulations. Words spoken in kindness and comfort. Wonwoo just closed his eyes and let the tears fall again. Seungcheol turned Wonwoo so that he was laying on his stomach, on top of his leader who was rubbing his back and whispering sweet nothingness.

💎

Wonwoo woke up hours later to a blanket spread over him and Seungcheol and a hand holding his. His eyes burned and hurt but not nearly as badly as before. Blinking against the low light coming from the kitchen, he found Jeonghan asleep sitting on the ground by their side, leaning back against the couch and his fingers entangled with Wonwoo’s. Somebody had placed a pillow against his neck and he looked mostly comfortable, also cuddled up under a blanket.

Minghao, holding a cup of tea, was smiling at him from the second couch. Soft clatter from the kitchen indicated Joshua and Mingyu cooking together.

Wonwoo sighed and nuzzled his face into Seungcheol’s shoulder. He was cozy like this.

(It’s okay, again)

Notes: Written for this Dialogue prompt idea for @dudadragneel! It’s not June anymore but I finally finished it! Also, based on this prompt!

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - SEVENTEEN

[just-whump-and-suffering]

B.A.P - Skydive

Daehyun 😢

[whump-lover-and-reader]

Riwoo in BOYNEXTDOOR's 'But Sometimes' official MV teaser

[melpomenelamusa]

Ready for the show?

~Original story~

Hurtcember DAY 1: Collapse

CW: Lady whump, lady whumpee, collapse, exhaustion.

"Ready for the show?" 

Knight looked up and found Witch's glowing face, watching her from the doorway.

"Of course I am!" she said, standing up and escorting the youngest member of the group to the studio, where the rest of the band was waiting for them. "Going on television for the first time will be something spectacular."

Queendom was a rocky girlgroup that had recently debuted. The five girls who made it up were still quite young, but their talent, and above all their passion, had allowed them a space to perform a musical number on one of the most popular national entertainment programs of the moment. It would be the first time they appeared on live television.

They arrived at the studio. Princess was practicing the choreography again in front of the mirror wall, while Alchemist and Arlecchino were lying on the floor, laughing and watching something on their phones.

Knight clapped her hands a couple of times, focusing the attention on her.

"Alright, girls, the performance is tomorrow. Let's practice the song again."

"Ah, but we've practiced all week and all morning too," Arlecchino commented, pretending to pout and making puppy dog ​​eyes. "Can't we take the afternoon? If we rest, we'll have more energy for tomorrow's show."

"Come on, Knight's right," said Princess, approaching the group. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "We'll practice a little more and then we'll rest. Tomorrow will be an important day and we must be prepared to enjoy it to the fullest."

Princess smiled and Knight felt a part of the burden lift from her shoulders. Although Knight was the leader of Queendom, Princess was always her biggest supporter and the one who most easily convinced the others to do what needed to be done. Without her, Knight was almost certain that it would have taken them a lot longer to get to where they were now: one step away from resounding success. 

"Okay, let's start the rehearsal.

They practiced for about a couple more hours, both singing, dancing and performance. By the end, the five girls were sweaty, thirsty and exhausted.

"I'll need to sleep for twenty hours to recover from this," said Arlechino, throwing herself on the floor and spreading her arms and legs like a starfish.

"You're not that wrong," added Alchemist, sitting cross-legged next to her. "Today we should sleep as much as we can to have enough energy tomorrow."

"I'm already sleepy!" exclaimed Witch, hiding a yawn. "Right after dinner I'll throw myself into bed and remain unconscious until the alarm goes off."

"Hey, are you okay?" asked Princess, sliding down the mirror and sitting next to Knight.

"I'm perfect," she replied, giving her a huge smile. Princess didn't look very convinced and Knight cursed inwardly that the other girl knew her so well. "Okay. I'm just a little nervous, you know, normal."

"Hey, don't let that keep you up at night," said Princess. "Everything will be okay."

"Yeah... Everything will be okay..."

After dinner, it didn't take long for the girls to retire to their rooms and go to sleep. Arlechino had been snoring for over an hour, but Knight couldn't sleep. Her body was tense and her mind kept reminding her of the next day's performance. The pressure of Queendom's first live performance on national television... It wouldn't leave her alone.

What if I'm off key? What if I mess up the choreography and step on someone? What if I'm not good enough? Insecurity ate at her like a parasite that eventually made her get up and walk to the studio. There was no one up in the building at that hour. She turned on the light and the white glow of the lamps blinded her. She had to practice, more and more, to make everything perfect.

She would make everything perfect.

The big day arrived. The stage was set. The lights were bright, the dance floor was ready. Knight hadn't slept all night, practicing and practicing the choreography and the lyrics of the song over and over again. The dark circles under her eyes were hidden under layers of makeup.

The host announced the group to the audience and the girls came out, in their dazzling outfits, to wave and pose in front of the cameras.

"We are Queendom!" exclaimed Knight.

Applause and excited screams were heard.

As the host finished speaking, the girls went backstage to take their positions on the stage. The thick curtain that served as a backdrop separated them from the rest of the world like a wall that would soon be torn down.

"I'm so nervous and so excited at the same time!" exclaimed Witch, jumping up and down.

"And here you are: QUEENDOM!"

The curtain rose. The dimmed lights came to life in various colors and music blared through the speakers. The girls began to sing and dance. Their voices harmonized perfectly and their movements were graceful and excellently executed. Their smiles were dazzling, and they looked like five angels descended to earth.

However, about halfway through the show, Knight began to notice a loud ringing in her ears. At first she thought it was a technical fault with her headset, but the sound persisted, drilling into her brain. Her vision began to blur at times, her chest felt tight, and breathing was becoming more difficult.

I can't make a mistake!, she thought, feeling her mind in turmoil. Her body moved by pure muscle memory, but she could feel herself feeling more and more disconnected from her own limbs. The world began to look as if through an unfocused lens.

The music announced its imminent end and Knight dragged her last strength to make the final formation with her band, and with a flourish of her hand strike a pose and finish with a smile. The place erupted in applause. The lights seemed too bright and the cameras were like black, piercing eyes that seemed to want to see into her soul. She noticed that her legs were about to lose their balance, but she stood firm like a beautiful statue.

The presenter said farewell and the curtain began to close slowly, taking with it the vision of the public, the lights and the cameras. It was finally over.

"Knight, are you okay?"

A worried voice sounded near her, but she didn't know where it came from, she only knew it was from somewhere above, because suddenly Knight was falling. She didn't touch the ground. Familiar arms grabbed her and calmly placed her on the stage floor.

Knight almost thought she saw the faces of her four friends watching her with fear and concern, and suddenly a sudden calm enveloped her. Tiredness settled into her bones and muscles and her mind shut down. She closed her eyes and everything was over.

[whumperer-86]

Real whump from kpop band not drama and not fake

I don't know if real whump considered whump