#lee know sickfic

[dudadragneel]

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I hope you'll enjoy it!

This fic is based on a TikTok I saw!

THE ONLY HYUNG

Idols tend to receive tons of gifts from fans to the point where the companies issue a statement that they won't be accepting any more. But that also has to do with their safety, you never know what a sasaeng can do.

One day, Chan and Lee Know decided to go live to open some of the gifts they had recently received.

They had managed to get the staff away so they could be a little more carefree during the live, but still paying attention to what they said.

They enjoyed opening up all the presents and fan letters, some even made them tear up.

It was all going well until things unexpectedly took a turn for the worse. Before going live they had lunch and since eating Lee Know was feeling bloated, as if he ate a serving for three people.

As they went on he kept on taking his hand to his stomach and rubbing it in useless attempts to calm it down. But he kept his composure, as much as he could, the last thing he wanted was to get sick live.

Chan had picked up on Lee Know's obvious discomfort and placed a hand on his thighs, trying to comfort him without saying anything.

Lee Know tried his best to focus on his hyung's touch and the presents, but eventually, it got too much. His stomach was churning and his head started to hurt as well.

Before he even noticed he had lowered his head so it was now resting on his hand and Chan immediately stopped everything he was doing and turned his attention to Lee Know.

- hyung...I feel sick...

Chan got closer to him and started massaging his nape. He knew that if Lee Know admitted to feeling unwell, it meant it was really bad.

The staff that was monitoring the live from another room, had gone to the room where they were but before they could get in, Chan glared at them, and a single nod made them leave. He knew Lee Know wouldn't want attention right now.

- Do you want some water?

- No...I feel nauseous...

He said, bringing his hand to his stomach one more time and letting out a sigh. Chan grabbed Lee Know's hand and started rubbing it with his thumb.

- Do you wanna go to the bathroom?

- hm...I want to throw up...

- Let's go. Hyung will help you.

Chan placed his arms under Lee Know's and helped him up, being in a standing position was not something his stomach had agreed to so he lurched forward suppressing a gag with his hand.

- Hang on just a little more, okay?

He embraced his dongsaeng and guided him to the bathroom and into one of the stalls, locking the door behind them.

Usually, Lee Know would rather deal with this on his own but he acted like a dongsaeng when he was with Chan. The difference in how he acts is huge.

Lee Know bent over, hands on the edges for support, and started gagging unproductively.

He kept on rocking back and forth, spitting out saliva and retching, but whatever it was that made him feel like that was not coming up.

Chan was rubbing his back up and down, with the softest expression on his face.

- hyung...

Lee Know whined.

- I know it hurts... it'll be over soon.

Lee Know squeezed his eyes when his stomach cramped badly making him gag unproductively again.

Chan took his chance to help his dongsaeng by gently rubbing his abdomen in a circular motion.

Lee Know retched a few times before a wet burp triggered his sensitive stomach, bringing up partially digested food. Chan could swear he saw chunks of what was Lee Know's lunch from earlier and grimaced at the gross sight.

His stomach did not give him a break and before he could even breathe, it sent up a thicker stream of putrid vomit immediately followed by another making the poor boy go red from the effort and sway forward.

Chan tightened his hold on Lee Know so that the boy wouldn't fall and used his other hand to rub Lee Know's chest, trying to comfort the sick boy.

- Agh...

Lee Know groaned at the discomfort he was feeling before another bout of vomit gushed out with a wet burp, arching his back.

- You're doing good. Get everything out. It must have been the lunch. You'll feel better when it's all out of your system.

Lee Know spat out thick saliva and then his stomach gave him a break. But now his head was throbbing from the ordeal and he felt a little dizzy, like someone was squeezing his head.

- Minho-ah? Do you think you're done?

- Hyung...I need to sit down...

- Are you feeling dizzy?

- hm...

Lee Know just nodded swallowing hard. Chan carefully guided him so he was now sitting down on the floor. Thank God for the ridiculously clean bathrooms of the company.

The younger boy was kind of in a daze with how things went south in a matter of minutes, so Chan stepped up to keep on helping him, getting some toilet paper to wipe Lee Know's mouth.

- Thanks hyung...

- How are you feeling?

Chan asked sitting beside Lee Know who was resting his head on his hand again and kept on rubbing his back reassuringly.

- Sick...my stomach is churning and now my head hurts...

- Do you want to move to the studio?

- No... I feel like I'll throw up again...

- Okay. We'll stay here then. I'll be right here with you.

Chan reassured, grabbing Lee Know's hand and squeezing it.

- Agh..

Lee Know winced again...

- What is it?

- My head is throbbing....Hyung...can I rest my head on your hand?

- Of course.

Chan couldn't deny that he was taken aback by the sudden request, Lee Know being this vulnerable was a rare sight, one that was mostly only shown to Chan.

Lee Know rested his head on his hyung's hand, allowing the whole weight to be held by Chan. The pressure against his forehead miraculously helped with the throbbing pain.

Even so, Chan kept rubbing Lee Know's back, and for a while, the young boy seemed to have calmed down.

- Minho-ah, were you feeling like this before?

- Only after lunch...my stomach felt too full...

- I think it might've been the lunch.

The young boy was still resting his head on his hyung's hand when he started shivering a bit. Chan could feel Lee Know's forehead was starting to feel hot and that was an indicator that this wasn't a case of food not sitting well, it was most likely food poisoning.

- It's cold in here...

- I think you're starting to run a fever, Minho-ah. I'm pretty sure this is food poisoning.

- Great.

Lee Know said, clearly getting mad at the situation. He hated feeling sick, weak, and vulnerable but he felt safe to feel like this when he was with Chan.

The chills just wouldn't stop and his stomach was determined to get everything out.

It cramped badly again making him gag, startling Chan a bit, who was still holding the boy's head.

- Hyung...I'm gonna be sick...

He said weakly gagging again on his hand and failing to contain a bit of liquid that escaped his mouth but thankfully hit the floor and didn't get on his clothes. He already felt too weak so Chan had to help him to the toilet, holding his forehead and keeping the boy's hair away from his eyes.

Lee Know didn't even have time to think before his stomach contracted making more vomit rush up his throat. The thick wave that came out still had chunks of food, given that he had just eaten, and it triggered another wave that was followed by another one leaving him breathless.

- You're really not okay.

Chan said, somewhat impressed by how quickly his symptoms worsened, which meant that Lee Know's immune system was not in good condition.

The older boy kept on rubbing Lee Know's back and then moved to his chest when he choked, the bout that followed made food come out of his nose as well.

Fuck. He cursed inside, today just wasn't his day, and if it was really food poisoning, then this suffering would last a few days.

He straightened his back and took a deep breath in, trying to control his body, but gagged a few times before he was over the toilet one more time retching up what felt like it was yesterday's dinner.

After this bout he was dry heaving, just barely bringing up thick saliva and bile. Chan decided to flush the toilet before the stench and sight triggered Lee Know's stomach again.

- Grab my hand.

Chan offered but he didn't even need to, as Lee Know did that immediately, trying to take deep breaths to control the nausea that persisted.

- Come on, breathe with me, just like what we did that day.

Lee Know was still squeezing Chan's hand as he was guided through the breathing exercise. A few minutes after, he was more calm.

- Better?

- Yeah...

- Do you feel like you're gonna puke again?

- No...not now at least.

- Do you wanna move to the studio?

- Yeah...hyung, can you help me up? I feel dizzy...

- Sure, come on.

Chan placed his arms under Lee Know's again and lifted him, most of the boy's weight being held by his hyung.

- Let's rinse your mouth first.

While Lee Know did that, Chan wiped the sweat off his damp forehead and only then noticed that Lee Know's face was already pretty flushed because of the fever.

And the dancer couldn't deny, his whole body ached because of the fever, even Chan's hold on him hurt.

The oldest carefully guided Lee Know to his studio and lay him on the couch, covering his shivering body with a blanket and leaving a bin nearby.

- Minho-ah, hyung will go tell the manager what happened and see what we'll do okay?

- Yes...

When Chan got to the practice room, he was met with worried eyes, that were clearly asking what happened without saying a word.

- Chan-hyung, where were you?

- You were doing a live with Lee Know hyung, right?

- Yeah. Kids, gather here. Lee Know got sick, he probably has food poisoning. He threw up a couple of times and he's running a fever.

- Where is he?

- I took him to my studio, that's the place where he'd get more privacy.

At that time, their manager came into the room and upon noticing one member missing went straight to the gathered group.

- What happened? Where Lee Know-ssi?

- He got sick during the live. He threw up a few times and he's running a fever. I'm guessing it's food poisoning. Should we take him to the hospital?

- Going to the hospital can be a hassle, especially because of the possibility of encountering fans and god forbid, saesengs. Let's take him home and see if we can make him stay hydrated and fed, if in two days he doesn't manage to keep anything down, well take him.

- Okay.

- Since you have no official schedules, if you want to you can go home as well kids.

- I think Lee Know-hyung would want to keep his privacy for a while. We'll go have lunch and go back home later.

- Okay then.

The manager said, leaving the room to inform the other staff about the situation.

- Kids, can you gather Lee Know's thing for me? I'll go check on him.

- Yes, hyung.

Chan promptly left the room, worried about the sick dongsaeng in his studio. Opening the door, he found Lee Knows hunched over the couch spilling more of his stomach's content into the bin.

He went to his side, sitting on the edge of the couch, repeating the same process from earlier, holding his forehead and rubbing his back, and noticing that the fever had worsened, he could feel the heat through Lee Know's clothes.

- Hyung...it hurts...

- I know... we'll take you home in a few minutes okay?

- Okay.

- Can I dispose of this? Or are you gonna vomit again?

- I feel empty...but the nausea is still here...

- Okay.

Chan went to the bathroom and quickly returned.

- The boys gathered your things, the managed will take us home.

Lee Know stood out his arms so Chan could help him sit up and then waited a few seconds to see if he would throw up again.

- You good?

- Yeah...

- Want me to carry you?

Lee Know's face which was already red due to the fever had gotten even more red.

- Uhm...

He hummed in agreement, head down a little embarrassed. Chan just smiled fondly, even though Lee Know couldn't see.

The leader positioned himself kneeling in front of Lee Know so he could climb on his back, wrapping his arms around his hyun and burying his face.

Chan walked out of his studio and was greeted by their manager holding Lee Know's bag and a big coat which he used to cover Lee Know who was still shivering.

Thankfully their van was parked in the garage so no chance of paparazzi.

Chan settled Minho inside the car and sat beside him, pulling his head so it was resting on his shoulder.

- Manager-nim, do we have a plastic bag?

- I think we do, hold on.

The manager looked inside the glove box and found a plastic bag from one of the many grocery shopping he did with the kids, and handed it to Chan.

- If you feel sick, just let me know okay?

- hmm...

Lee Know just hummed, his fever making him sleepy and dizzy. Chan offered his hand for the sick boy to hold and he did it without hesitation. And again Chan was surprised by how hot he felt, it was high enough to mess with his breathing, and they didn't have a thermometer in the studio so he had no idea how high it was.

A few minutes into the ride home, Lee Know felt increasingly nauseous, burping wetly from time to time. Then he felt something creeping up his chest, a foul taste in his mouth.

He squeezed Chan's hand as he began to swallow convulsively, not wanting to throw up in front of their manager.

- Are you feeling nauseous again?

Lee Know just nodded, swallowing hard and then suppressing a gag, his stomach clearly mad at him for trying to swallow it down.

- Don't hold it in, Minho-ah. He's seen us sick before.

Chan reassured, not letting go of Lee Know's hand and putting the bag under his chin.

The boy helplessly ducked his head closer to the bag just in time for a wet burp to bring up a wave of putrid liquid hitting the bag. Lee Know kept squeezing Chan's hand, that was the only thing keeping him sane and grounded at the moment. Another queasy burp brought up another mouthful of vomit, and by now both he and Chan were thinking he was vomiting everything he ate during the week.

- We're almost there Lee Know-ssi.

Lee Know Just spat out some thick saliva and then just leaned his whole weight on Chan, who was holding the dirty bag, wanting to get rid of it as soon as possible, before the stench filled the car.

When they arrived at the dorms, the manager quickly got out of the car and went to Chan's side to get the bag and dispose of it.

- Minho-ah. We're home.

Chan said softly, caressing the sick boy's arm in an attempt to wake him up. Lee Know was barely conscious but he managed to move so he was sitting on the edge of the car's seat for Chan to pick him up.

- Here we go. Are you okay? Do you feel nauseous?

- No...

- Okay, I'll start moving then.

The manager carried their stuff while Chan carried a flushed face Lee Know, who also looked a little pale.

Entering the dorm, Chan sat Lee Know on the couch and the manager put their things in their bedrooms.

- Call me if you need anything, okay? I'll leave you two alone. Get better soon, Lee Know-ssi.

- Thanks, hyung.

Lee Know said before ducking his head and looking between his knees, he brought a hand to his stomach and sighed. Chan had gone to the bedroom to get Lee Know a fresh set of clothes and a thermometer.

- Let me take your temperature and then I'll help you take a bath, okay?

- yes...

Just as Chan suspected, the fever was really high 38.8°C.

- Minho-ah, we need to cool you down and we need to try to take some medicine, okay?

Just the thought of having to take a pill and most likely taste it was enough to trigger his stomach.

- hyung...

Lee Know called grabbing Chan's arm for dear life.

- bathroom...

He already felt something coming up his throat so he didn't manage to say a proper sentence.

- Come on.

Chan promptly helped his dongsaeng up, grabbed the change of clothes, and rushed to the bathroom with him.

Lee Know went straight to the toilet, vomit spewing out without much control and getting on the edges and the floor.

- Don't worry about that, hyung will clean it up.

Chan reassured placing the clothes on the sink and then going to Lee Know's side to rub his back and his chest for the nth time that day. Chan was scared at how much content was still coming out after the few rounds from earlier, he was getting afraid they'd have to take him to the hospital. As the oldest hyung, he just wanted his dongsaeng's well-being but avoiding the hospital is something everyone wanted.

As Lee Know continued to puke his guts out, Chan prepared his bath.

When he was done, Chan helped him out of his sweaty clothes and helped him into the shower, thankfully they had a bathtub because Lee Know was in no state to keep standing.

- Minho-ah, do you want hyung to wash your hair?

- please...

All this cuteness and vulnerability just showed how awful he was feeling. Chan carefully washed his hair and hoped the bath would help reduce his fever.

- Thanks, hyung

- Don't mention it. I'll let you take your bath now but I'll stay here just in case.

Lee Know slowly washed himself, the water hitting his skin making him wince from how much it stung. What usually would be a means to relax, today was almost a torture session.

When he was done, he surprisingly asked Chan for help getting dressed, and so his hyung did. He was now clean, wearing comfortable clothes and completely drained of his batteries.

- Come on, let's get you to bed. Do you feel like you're vomit again?

- No...not now...I'm tired...

- I know, let's go.

Chan cooed, wrapping his arms around Lee Know and guiding him to his bedroom. Since Lee Know shared a bedroom with another member, Chan thought it would be better for the young boy to sleep in his bedroom. That way he could keep an eye on him, and Lee Know could be more comfortable since he didn't like to show this side to the others.

Lee Know lay down on his hyung's bed and was promptly covered with a blanket by him.

- I will get you an antiemetic first and see how you'll hold up, okay? You need to put something in your stomach, water, a sports drink, soup. I'll be right back.

The poor boy's fever was so high, it was tearing up his eyes, and his head was still throbbing. He just sunk into the pillow and closed his eyes to ease some of the pain until Chan came back.

- Minho-ah. Here take these and let's wait.

- Hyung...my head is still throbbing...

- I'll sim the lights for you. let's see if the antiemetics work, then you'll try to eat something so I can give you painkillers, okay?

- Yes...

Chan stayed with Lee Know in the bedroom and within a few minutes the medication seemed to have worked.

- Do you think you can stomach some soup? Or bread? It might help better than soup actually.

- Bread...

He answered weakly, eyes half open.

Chan came back with a few slices of bread and gave them to Lee Know, who hesitantly took it.

- Just a few bites okay?

The older boy helped Lee Know to sit up on the bed, he was wearing a black hoodie and was half-covered with a blanket. Lee Know was fairly muscular but to Chan, at that moment, he looked so tiny.

He sat at the edge of the bed and stayed with Lee Know while the poor boy took small bites and slowly ate the slices.

- How do you feel? Nauseous?

- No...feels settled...for now.

- That's good.

Chan set the tray aside and placed his hand on Lee Know's forehead.

- It's still high. Let me check it.

The thermometer showed almost the same temperature from earlier, 38.5°C.

- it's still pretty high. Do you think you can stomach some pills?

- Yes...

- Take them with a sports drink, that way you won't feel the taste.

Chan quickly left and came back with the medication and the drinks. Lee Know took them and gagged but managed to swallow it. They waited a few seconds to see if he'd vomit but it didn't happen.

Lee Know was falling asleep even while sitting, so Chan carefully laid him down on the bed, placed an ice pack on his forehead, and covered him before leaving the room to eat something and get a mattress.

Then he was met with the rest of the kids who had just returned home.

- Hyung! How's Lee Know-hyung?

- He threw up again but after taking some medication, he managed to eat something. He was pretty tired so he's asleep now. He'll stay in my room for the time being, okay?

- Okay hyung.

- Let's just keep quiet. I don't want to wake him up.

They all had dinner, took a shower, and then went to do their own stuff but before telling Chan to tell Lee Know they wished he gets better soon.

Chan entered the bedroom and found Lee Know still asleep, his breathing was a bit off but it was due to the fever. He hoped the sick boy would sleep well through the night, but those prayers were not heard.

Chan checked on Lee Know one more time before going to bed himself but was woken up after 1h or so.

Lee Know was sleeping rather peacefully when his stomach decided to remind him he was going through a food poisoning process.

It started churning again, in complete turmoil making Lee Know toss and turn on the bed but no position was comfortable enough. He lay on his back and squeezed his hands in an attempt to control the urge to vomit.

It didn't work, he turned to his side and that must've been the worst decision he made that day. As soon as he turned his stomach jumped shooting up its contents way too fast, Lee Know rushed out of the room, hand covering his mouth so he wouldn't make a mess on the floor, that would be too humiliating.

He got to the bathroom, hurriedly closing the door behind him and bending over the toilet as a stream of bread mixed with stomach juice gushed out, immediately followed by another bout.

The motion of getting up so quickly and being bent over made him feel really dizzy, so before he could actually fall, he managed to sit down next to the toilet. His stomach was cramping badly, sending queasy burps repeatedly but not actually making him vomit, even though he felt like there were still things to come out.

He was starting to feel even more miserable than before, and he was sure his fever spiked again, even his clothes were hurting his skin.

He sat for a few seconds on the floor not sure of what to do, then he noticed his phone inside his hoodie pocket.

- Hyung. Can you come to the bathroom? Just need to know you're here.

Chan was already half awake when he got the message.

- Be right there.

He got up and made his way to the bathroom, but he didn't go in. He respected Lee Know's request of just being close, if the sick boy needed him inside with him, he'd say.

He sat by the door and gently ordered one of the members who had woken up to use the other bathroom, wanting to secure Lee Know's privacy as much as he could.

Chan kept hearing Lee Know retching over the toilet but never heard anything splashing in the water and he thought that maybe Lee Know had nothing else in his stomach.

But a few minutes later, he got another message.

- Hyung...come in, please...

Chan got up and politely knocked on the door, letting Lee Know know he was coming in.

Chan's heart dropped to his stomach when he saw Lee Know's state. His face was bright red from the fever that was obviously higher than before, he was sitting next to the toilet holding his stomach and with a pained expression on his face.

The leader locked the door behind him and walked up to Lee Know, grabbing his hand and feeling the heat of his skin.

- Minho-ah...

- hyung...it hurts...

Lee Know said, tears swelling up in his eyes. Chan immediately pulled him into an embrace, allowing him to break down if he needed to. It was a rare occurrence to see Lee Know cry, so whenever he needed to, Chan was always there to provide him the safe space he so much needed.

Lee Know broke down into sobs from frustration, pain, and embarrassment. Chan tightened his grip around him, gently rocking him from side to side, rubbing his back.

- It's okay. Hyung's got you.

When Lee Know finally calmed down, he kept looking down, still embarrassed by everything that was happening.

- hyung...I've been trying...but nothing's coming up...and it hurts so bad...

- Do you want hyung to help you?

- hmm.

Lee Know nodded shyly, hating to admit he was desperate for a comforting touch.

He leaned over the toilet, his stomach still cramping but only making him dry-heave and nothing came up.

Chan was by his side and rested his hand on Lee Know's abdomen and it felt heavenly for the sick boy. Because of his scar, Lee Know wasn't too comfortable with people touching his abdomen, but right now he really needed that.

- Can I press on it a bit? I think it'll help bring something up.

- please...

Lee Know pleaded, clearly done with how awful he felt, he was accepting every and any help.

Chan first started rubbing circles to soothe some of the pain and gently pressed the middle, earning a wince from Lee Know.

- I'm sorry...but it'll be over soon.

The motion seemed to be working as Lee Know started burping wetly and for a while, gagging unproductively.

Chan proceeded to press on his stomach until Lee Know retched wetly and a thick stream of putrid pale brown liquid hit the toilet water with a sickening sound, followed by another harsher one, leaving Lee Know breathless.

He coughed a few times because something got stuck in his throat, and Chan changed his approach to run his chest again as well as his back providing some comfort in the middle of the ordeal.

Another wet cough brought up small chunks of food mixing with the mess inside the bowl.

Lee Know scooted away from the toilet for a while, allowing Chan to flush it and get rid of the unsettling sight. He grabbed a few napkins to clean Lee Know's mouth and pulled the poor sick boy into his embrace so he could try to relax for a bit.

- I'm sorry hyung...

- You don't need to apologize.

- But I took over your room and now I can't even let you sleep...

- It's not your fault, Minho-yah. You had no idea you'd get food poisoning.

- What about the others?

- I made sure they'd stay away from the bathroom and my room, at least for now. I know you don't like much attention when you're sick.

- Thanks...I feel dizzy...

- It's because of the fever. Let me check your temperature again.

Chan took the thermometer from the cabinet and put it under Lee Know's arm.

- 39.1°C. It spiked.

It was obvious his fever got higher, he was looking red as a tomato, even his breathing felt hot, and despite wearing sweatpants and a hoodie he couldn't stop shivering.

- Minho-yah. Do you wanna take another shower? Or do you think you can stomach a fever reducer? If we don't get your temperature down, we'll have to go to the hospital.

As if on cue, Lee Know's stomach shot up what felt like it was the last of its contents barely giving him time to reach the toilet bowl, thankfully Chan helped him, otherwise he'd soil his clothes. The older boy gave him a glass of water so he could rinse his mouth and helped him brush his teeth.

- Thanks hyung...

- So, what do you wanna do?

- I don't wanna take another shower...my skin hurts every time something touches me.

- Then we'll try the pill again. Let's go back to the bedroom.

Chan offered a hand but Lee Know was far too exhausted to get up on his own, let alone walk.

- Come here, hyung will help you.

He put his arms under Lee Know's and carefully helped him to his feet but his legs almost instantly gave up on him.

- I'll carry you, okay?

- hmm.

Lee Know was in no state to protest, and honestly, he didn't want to. His hyung's presence and touch helped him more than Chan could imagine.

Chan hugged Lee Know and gently lifted him, one arm around his waist and the other around his legs. The image of a father carrying a son, that's how one would describe it.

He walked slowly to the bedroom, being extremely careful to not upset Lee Know's stomach, which seemed to have calmed down for a while.

He settled Lee Know on the bed and looked for a clean shirt and hoodie.

- Let's get you changed up. You sweat too much, your clothes are soaked.

Chan helped Lee know out of his hoodie and shirt and before putting on the clean ones, he wiped Lee Know's upper body, then helped him put on the new set.

- Can we take the medication now?

- Hmm

- Here, take one antiemetic and wait for a bit. Then take the fever reducer and another antiemetic.

Lee Know hesitantly took the pills from Chan's hand and contemplated for a bit, clearly afraid of vomiting again. He didn't want that, his whole body hurt because of the strain and the fever, and his throat was hurting as well, to the point his voice was raspy.

- Trust hyung, okay? You can keep it down, I know you can.

Chan reassured grabbing Lee Know's hand and started rubbing circular patterns.

Just like before, the first sip of water with the pill made him gag, but he managed to take everything.

Both he and Chan stayed sitting on the bed, waiting until Lee Know felt safe enough to lie down.

- How are you feeling? Still nauseous?

- just a bit...

- Do you wanna lay down?

- Yeah.

He lay down and Chan covered him, then lay down on the mattress next to the bed.

- Hyung...

He heard a soft whiny voice coming from above, it was Lee Know standing out his hand, after moving to the edge of the bed.

- What is it?

- Can you hold my hand?

- Of course.

Chan grabbed Lee Know's hand and just held it until he fell asleep. But he didn't let go, he knew Lee Know needed that, so he found a way of sleeping while holding his hand.

Thankfully, the medication seemed to have worked, at least for the night, because Lee Know slept until morning without any other incidents during the night.

When Chan woke up the first thing he did was check Lee Know's temperature.

- 38°C. It went down a bit, thank god.

He said quietly. Since Lee Know was in deep sleep, Chan quietly left the room to get breakfast and see the other kids.

- Good morning, hyung.

- Good morning kinds.

- How's Lee Know-hyung?

- He's still asleep. He managed to keep a few pills down yesterday, so his fever went down a bit, but it's still high.

- And you, hyung? How are you doing?

- I'm okay. He's got food poisoning, so I think we are all in the clear.

- Aren't you tired? We know you. We know you didn't get enough sleep.

- I'm doing good, kids. Don't worry about me. My concern now is getting Lee Know better.

Chan said walking to the kitchen to prepare something for him and a soup or some toast for Lee Know.

When he got back to the bedroom he found Lee Know sitting on the bed but still covered with the blanket, eyes puffy and face still red.

- Good morning.

- Good morning hyung...

Lee Know answered, voice raspy and weak, signs of a rough night.

- How are you feeling?

- Tired...

- And your stomach?

- A little nauseous but not that much...and a bit hungry.

- I made you some food. Wanna give it a try? There's soup and some toast.

- Can I try both?

- Sure, but don't force it. Take as long as you need. Want me to turn on the TV?

- Yeah.

Just like the previous night, Chan stayed in the bedroom with Lee Know as the boy slowly ate his meal. He then took the medications again and sunk into the bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

Chan left the room one more time and was met with six kids demanding him to rest. They knew Chan always took care of them, no matter what and he wouldn't say anything even if he was too tired.

- Hyung. You need to rest as well. We'll take turns.

- Thanks kids.

Chan said opening his arms to give all of them a big hug.

With that settled, Jisung was the first one to stay with Lee Know, the sick boy accepted cuddles from him and they helped him stay calm and asleep.

And just like they said, everyone took turns to stay with Lee Know and help him whenever he got sick the following days. They were some tiring 5 days for all of them, with Lee Know vomiting a few times during the day and night and his fever refusing to go lower than 37.5°C.

When the ordeal was over, they were all tired but relieved to see their dancer back to full health. Lee Know being one to not show his weak side to many, had to let go of his pride in order to get better, and deep inside he was grateful to all of them, especially his only hyung.

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“Wake up sleepyhead!” said Han, throwing open the door to the sleepyhead’s room. The sleepyhead being Minho. Minho doesn’t usually sleep this late. But man is he exhausted. They’ve been really busy recently, with little time for rest. Not to mention, this particular morning, his head was throbbing. The obvious beginning of a migraine. 

Han flicked the lights on, watching Minho flinch as the lights stung his eyes. He tried not to make his pain clear, but Han definitely had seen.

“You okay?” Jisung asked, a look of concern spread across his face.

He considered telling Jisung how he felt. He could use the comfort, someone to take care of him. But they had a busy day ahead of them, and missing even one day could set them back by a lot.

So instead, he chose to lie. “I’m fine Ji. Just wasn’t ready for the lights.”

“Okay, well Chan is fixing us bowls of cereal and then we can head out.”

“Alright. Be out in five.”

Han didn’t show any signs of not believing Minho, so for now, he was in the clear. He dragged himself out of bed, picking out his comfiest sweats.

He slowly walked into the kitchen, finding a bowl of captain crunch waiting for him. He didn’t want to eat right now. But Chan was watching him, his own bowl of cinnamon toast crunch in front of him. So, he picked up the spoon (which somehow seemed heavier than usual) and started to take small bites of the cereal. His head-ached, screaming at him “No!! Don’t eat that!!!”, as his brain swirled.

“I think I’m finished. Thanks Chan.”

Minho said, dumping his now mushy cereal down the disposal.

Once again, he seemed to get away with it without much notice. He guessed that everyone was as tired as he was, especially Chan. No one had the energy to worry about him.

-

At 9:00 on the dot, the boys arrived at work, starting off the long day ahead of them. They first had a very long and boring meeting with their managers over something. Something that Minho payed absolutely no attention to, hoping it wasn’t anything important. 

Then it was time for dreaded, dance practice. Minho barely managed to keep up. He thought his dancing must have been pretty awful, but once again, no one seemed to notice. He must be pretty skilled at hiding his sickness, right?

Lastly, they had to go to a music video shoot. This was the part he had dreaded the most. They wanted to get some shots at a new setting, but it isn’t even the main spot for the video. It was just thrown in there to add something variety, but only a couple clips would be used. So, when they arrived at around 1 to shoot, the stylists got minho all dolled up. He usually doesn’t mind the stylists being all over him, their hands constantly applying and blotting makeup and combing his hair all at once. However, Iin combination with his headache, it was extremely overstimulating. His head pounded and a single tear rolled down his face. He tried to suck it up, and stop crying like a baby. He may have been able to if it weren’t for the stylist taking notice to his upset.

“Honey, what’s wrong? Should I get someone?”

In that moment, Minho lost it.

He cried, sobs wracking through his whole body, crying off the pound of makeup applied to his face very quickly. One of the stylists called out for a member to come save the day. 

The one who came to the rescue this time was Changbin.

“Minho? What’s wrong why are you crying?”

Minho couldn’t respond. His head was killing him, the crying only made the throbbing more powerful, and his vision swirled. He paled.

“Minho? Are you okay? You don’t look good.”

Minho pitched forward and puke down Changbin’s front.

Silently, Changbin moved to stand at the crying boy’s side, rubbing his back sweetly.

Eventually, Jisung came to take his place so he could wash up.

“It’s okay bud. I knew you didn’t feel well, I should’ve trusted my gut. I’m sorry. Let’s get you home okay? Manager says we can shoot this scene another day.”

“But we’ll be so behind!” Minho cried.

“Actually, we are ahead right now. We’ll be okay! Come on.”

-

On the way home, they stopped and picked up some advil to hopefully help with the pain.  Minho crashed the moment he got home, sleeping peacefully as a platonic little spoon with his Jisung big spoon at his side. 

-

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this one was lost in my drafts im so sorry i didnt finish it till now! more on the way!

how’s yalls summer?? question: what’s yalls fav cereal? i love captain crunch and cinnamon toast crunch, also the marshmallows in lucky charms 😋

[hjizngs]

sick days | lee minho

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hi! this is my first ever post on here,, hehe. constructive criticism is welcomed, hate is not.

cw: sick reader, petnames, slight cursing, slightly suggestive (??), angstyish oops, mostly fluff! just minho being the cutest bf :3

another hacking cough forces itself from your throat, leaving behind a painful sting and the inability to swallow. a frustrated groan emits you, followed by disgruntled sniffle. you hate being sick. 

sore throats, gross coughs, painful headaches, and a stuffed nose were all a recipe for disaster — especially today. you and minho had planned out the perfect date; a picnic, stroll in the park, and finally a movie. you had looked forward to it all week, barely getting through. only the promise of seeing your boyfriend kept you going.

you turn over on your side, the gentle movement sending another round of pain signals ringing in your head. tears sprung to the corners of your swollen eyes. you were devastated at having to miss your date. blearily, you swung a hand over to the bedside table, blindly searching for your phone. 

once found, you swiped over to minho’s contact. pressing the call button, you slumped back onto your pillow defeatedly. 

“jagi?” came the sweet voice of your boyfriend. “what’s up?” 

an exhausted whimper answers him. “min.. min i’m sorry” is all you can utter. 

his voice instantly is filled with concern. “what’s my love sorry for, hm? is everything okay?”

“no, m’sorry min.. i feel so bad. my head hurts, and i puked earlier, and it —“ another pained sound exits you. “— it hurts.” 

something shuffles over the phone, and your boyfriend is quick to reply. “oh, my poor jagi. i’m on my way, don’t worry.”

you furrow your brows. “wh-what? no no you don’t have to do that, min!” 

“see you in five.”

your eyes rolled as your boyfriend hung up on you a abruptly (like he always does — and it never fails to surprise you). coughing again, you accept that there’s nothing you can do to stop him from coming over. you scan your messy room and groan. you’re sick! you don’t want him to see you like this! 

you swing your legs over to the side of your bed, only pausing when a sneeze erupts from your pinkened nose. you settle your socked feet on the floor and attempt to rise to your feet. 

you sway, blinking harshly as to try to clear the black spots plaguing your vision. maybe getting up wasn’t the best idea..? oh well. 

slowly, you begin to shuffle around your room, picking up discarded clothes and trying to round up any embarrassing wrappers or trash. you’re halfway through folding another t-shirt when your body flashes hot, then cold. the pounding in your head increases tenfold and you drop the shirt in favor of clutching your temples. spots engulf your sight and you sink to your knees, not even attempting to make it to the bed.

you’re sweating. but the ceiling fan above only makes you shiver, goosebumps lining your arms. everything is too bright, and you squint from a combination of a headache and the glaring overhead light that suddenly feels like a thousand suns beating down on you. 

another whimper crawls out of your dry throat. the only thing your fever-weakened mind can think is minho. where is minho? you need him, it hurts it hurts everything hurts —

“jagi?! oh my god, are you okay?” thunderous footsteps make their way to you and you wince at the sudden exclamation. 

cold, cool hands press themselves to your trembling body and you sigh in relief. they stroke through your hair, carding through gently. you open one eye to see who they belong to, but clamp it shut immediately, the bright light making your eyelids pulse.

 you hear shuffling from the side, and one of the hands leave you. you suppress a whine, but something in your expression must be alarming because the voice coos. “oh, baby, i’m just turning off the light, okay?” 

no, it’s not okay. not when those hands are the only thing grounding you, keeping you from melting. however, as promised, the offending light gets shut off, and you hum in appreciation. 

the nice hands quickly return to their rightful place in your hair, and you bravely attempt to open your swollen eyes again.

your boyfriend looks down at you gently. “my poor girl. let’s get you back into bed, hm?”

you nod pathetically, letting him lift you up and place you softly on your mattress. you murmur a quiet thanks and he kisses your sweaty forehead in response. he sits on the side of the bed next to you, placing his hand on your leg and rubbing comforting circles into your skin.

“have you eaten at all yet?” he inquires.

you shake your head, “no, not yet. i don’t think i could eat a thing without puking it back up, to be honest.”

minho hums at that, scanning your face. he reaches out and places a small hand on your forehead, feeling out your temperature. he frowns.

“i think we need to check for a fever, honey. you’re very warm.”

he moves to go stand and you pout. “don’t leave, please.”

“i’m just going to grab the thermometer and a glass of water, i’ll be right back, okay?”

“be fast!” you plead.

he cards a hand through your hair. “i’ll be so fast, jagiya.”

it feels like an eternity as minho tries to locate the thermometer from outside your bedroom. you shiver again, pulling the closest fuzzy blanket over you and burrowing into it.

and that’s how he finds you when he returns — a sweaty, sick burrito. you watch as he smiles down at you fondly, pulling back the blanket a little to take a look at you.

“think you can sit up for me? need help?” he asks.

“need help, please,” you respond nasally.

minho aids in positioning you up so you’re leaning against your pillow. he holds out the found thermometer and motions for you to open your mouth.

you oblige and he places the thermometer under your tongue. after a few moments, he pulls it out and looks down on it with a displeased expression — like it personally offended him.

“100.” he states, his brow crinkling. “yeah, you’re not leaving this bed.”

you sigh and slump farther into your blanket. “i’d rather hear that in a different situation.”

minho blinks slowly, fondly. “i’ll ignore that, just because you’re sick.”

you stick out your tongue as he rises from the bed to put away the thermometer. he looks down at you, unimpressed, but with a twinkle of amusement in his catlike eyes. “brat.”

“i’m sick!” you whine, “be nice.”

“i am being nice. so nice, in fact, that i’ll ignore this little attitude —“ he reaches down and pokes your forehead, “— because i know that you feel like shit.”

you roll your eyes when he’s turned and putting the thermometer in some drawer, but deep down you’re very grateful he came over to take care of you. for all his teasing, he really does treasure you. you still feel bad for canceling the date.

in some feverish, dramatic mood change, tears begin to well in the corners of your eyes. they’re hot and uncomfortable, and you sniffle. not only did you cancel the date, you’re acting like a brat instead of thanking minho for looking after you.

“m’sorry,” you croak from your cocoon of blankets.

minho turns around sharply and scans your face quickly. he strides over to the bed and sits beside you. “what?”

“m’sorry!” tears begin to trickle down your face, sticky and unwanted. you reach up to swipe them away.

minho’s hand reaches out, grabbing onto your arm and lightly tugging you into his chest. “silly girl. what are you sorry for?”

“f’making you come over and take care of me and being a brat and not saying thank you!” you rush out, slurring some words.

a chuckle shakes minho’s chest. “oh wow, you’re really out of it, huh?”

“i’m sorry!”

“hey, hey,” his joking manner disappears when a fresh wave of tears erupts from your eyes. “you have nothing to be sorry for. you’re sick. you have a fever, baby. you aren’t being a brat, i’m sorry i called you that when you weren’t feeling well.”

you peek up at him. “you mean it?”

minho doesn’t respond, just pulls you tighter into his chest and kisses the top of your hair. his cool hand rubs on your back soothingly under your shirt. he gently lays back onto your bed, cradling you to his chest.

“try to sleep some of this off. take a nap,” he orders you lightly. “i’ll be right here.”

at his words, you snuggle into him. he reaches to the side and pulls a blanket over the two of you. just before sleep takes it’s hold over you, you look up at him, catching his eye.

“thanks for being here, min. i love you,” you murmur, your eyelids getting heavier and heavier as you begin to succumb to sleep.

the last thing you hear before sinking into feverish dreams is, “anytime, baby. i love you more.”

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yas! ok! first post done, please lmk what u think!!!1 reblogs and likes are appreciated:3

[valkyriexo]

You have a Migraine | Seungmin

ᑉ³pairing; Seungmin x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Sickfic, Comfort, Fluff

ᑉ³warnings; Reader dealing with a migraine, Pills mentioned

ᑉ³Authors Note; Other members coming soon! Edited.

Part of the "He helps you when.." collection. Other members parts: Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as you lie in bed, cocooned in blankets. But despite the peaceful scene outside your window, there's no rest to be found within the confines of your own mind.

Your temples throb with a relentless intensity, each pulse sending shockwaves of pain through your skull. Migraine days are the worst, and today seems determined to be the pinnacle of that agony.

You try to ignore the pounding in your head, focusing instead on the rhythmic ticking of the clock on your bedside table. But even the steady beat seems to mock you, a reminder of the passing minutes that only serve to prolong your suffering.

With a heavy sigh, you reach out for the bottle of painkillers that has become a permanent fixture in your life. You're all too familiar with the ritual of opening its childproof cap, but today, as you twist it off, your heart sinks.

The bottle is empty.

With a groan, you try to summon the strength to get out of bed, but the pain pins you down like an anchor. Frustration, thick and palpable, mixes with the pain, creating a cocktail of misery that threatens to engulf you entirely. Each attempt to rise is met with a wave of nausea, a cruel reminder of the physical toll this puts on you. The room spins, a dizzying carousel of sensations that leaves you disoriented and defeated.

You clench your teeth, willing yourself to push through the fog of agony that clouds your mind.

Every muscle in your body protests as you attempt to sit up, each movement sending shockwaves of pain radiating outward from the epicenter in your head.

With a final, desperate effort, you manage to swing your legs over the edge of the bed, your feet meeting the cold, unforgiving floor below. But even this small victory feels hollow, overshadowed by the relentless drumbeat of pain that reverberates through you.

You close your eyes against the harsh glare of the morning light. But even in the darkness behind your eyelids, the pain persists.

You can't bring yourself to stand, the pain worsening with each passing moment. Doubts gnaw at the edges of your consciousness. Were there even any pills left in the medicine cabinet?

The thought of standing seems utterly futile, a mountain too steep to climb in your current state.

Your mind races, searching desperately for a solution amid the fog of agony. There's only one thing you can think to do. With trembling fingers, you reach for your phone, wincing at the harsh light it emits as you unlock the screen and dial Seungmin's number.

Each ring feels like an eternity, each passing second an eternity of suffering. But then, finally, his voice breaks through the haze of pain.

"Hello?" His voice is filled with concern.

"Seungmin," you manage to choke out, your voice barely more than a whisper. "It's... it's bad. I need... help."

There's a pause on the other end of the line, a heartbeat of uncertainty before Seungmin's reassuring voice fills your ears once more. "I'm on my way," he says, his words a promise of relief.

As you wait for Seungmin's arrival, time seems to stretch into eternity, each moment punctuated by the relentless throbbing in your temples. The minutes drag on, each one feeling like an eternity as you struggle to hold onto a semblance of composure amidst the storm of pain.

Finally, just when you're beginning to fear that he might not come, there's a soft knock on the door. You struggle to open your eyes, squinting against the harsh light filtering through the curtains. "Come in," you manage to croak out.

It swings open to reveal Seungmin standing on the other side. His eyes widen in concern as he takes in your disheveled appearance, and without a word, he steps forward to wrap you in a gentle embrace.

"I'm here," he murmurs softly, his voice a soothing balm against the raw edges of your pain. "Everything's going to be okay."

"It hurts so much, Minnie," you say, tears escaping despite your efforts to hold them back.

"I know, I know," he replies, his voice laced with empathy, his eyes reflecting the depth of his concern.

His eyes scan the room, searching for any way to alleviate your suffering. Spotting the dimmer switch, he stands silently. With a flick of his wrist, he adjusts the lighting, the soft glow casting shadows that offer a respite from the harsh brightness.

Not content with just that, he strides over to the window, pulling the curtains closed carefully. Each movement is precise, deliberate, as he ensures not a single ray of light infiltrates the room. The darkness that envelops you feels like a sanctuary, shielding you from the pain.

As he returns to your side, you feel a sense of gratitude wash over you, a warmth that eases the chill of pain.

"Better?" he asks, his voice gentle as he takes a seat beside you on the bed, resuming his previous position.

You nod gratefully, the gesture feeling like too much effort.

Seungmin reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bottle of pills. He had remembered your preferred medication, and he always keep it on hand, whether in the dorms or car. With a reassuring smile, he hands you a couple of pills along with a bottle of water from your nightstand.

After a few moments of silence, the medication starts to work its magic, gradually easing the relentless ache in your head.

"I'm sorry," you say softly, breaking the silence that envelops the room.

Seungmin turns to you, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What for?"

"I know you're not really big on physical touch," you explain, your voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry I bothered you with all this."

His expression softens, and he reaches out to gently squeeze your hand. "Hey, don't apologize. I'm here because I want to be. Helping you through this is the least I can do."

As he spoke, your head pinged with pain, every word feeling like a hammer striking against your skull. You wince, from the noise, the throbbing in your temples growing more intense with each syllable.

"I know noise tends to be painful when this happens, and I just want to let you know that I'm okay with sitting in silence, as long as you're comfortable," Seungmin says quietly.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, both from the pain and from the overwhelming kindness of his words. Despite the agony you're enduring, he remains by your side, offering his own version of comfort.

Seungmin's touch is gentle as he runs his fingers through your hair, his movements soothing against your scalp. His fingertips tracing delicate patterns across your skin as if trying to soothe away the pain with each caress. His kisses are soft and fleeting, pressed gently against your forehead and temples, a gesture of comfort and affection in the midst of your suffering.

"Thank you," you manage to murmur, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

He shakes his head, his expression gentle and reassuring. "Stop apologizing. Just rest."

With a nod, you lean back against him and the pillows, finding solace in the silence that descends upon the room. At that moment, despite the pain, you feel a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that whatever happens, you will always have him by your side.

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[20mins-at180]

The Ickies

warnings: vomit, overall sickness, extreme cuteness, age regression if u put your glasses on and squint

Summary: When a member isn’t feeling good, they always see Bangchan for comfort and cuddles.

Sickie: Hyunjin

Caregiver: Bangchan/Lee know

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Bangchan was last to get home to the dorms, as usual.

Quietly locking the door behind him, he made his way into the kitchen and put his stuff down.

As he walked passed the island as he was about to get to his room for some well needed rest, but the small black tubberwear on the island caught his eye.

It was an old take out container filled with tonight’s leftovers. On top of as a little sticky-note, showing a note left from his Hyung.

‘Eat. Then bed. Night’ it read, with a heat and an angry face drawing next to it. He recognized his Lee know Hyungs messy scrawl and chuckled to himself, grabbing the container and a pair of chopsticks, the began walking up to his room.

~

After setting us food and stuff down in his room then grabbing his pj’s, he began to walk to the bathroom to wash up, but the light was on and the door was cracked.

and a terrible noise was coming from inside.

He quickly dropped his pj’s and opens the door slowly, peaking in.

The sight was terrible.

Hyunjin was was on his knees, grinning the side of the toilet bowl so hard his knuckles were white. He was painfully gagging, but nothing was coming out, and tears were rapidly falling down his pale face.

“oh honey,” Bangchan muttered, quickly kneeling beside him and bunching his hair into a lose bun, grabbing one of Felix’s hair ties from the vanity drawer.

Bangchan gently rubbed his knuckles up and down Hyunjin’s back as he had his head in the toilet.

~

Finally being able to take a breath, Hyunjin collapsed into Bangchan, sitting between his legs and leaning into his chest, his hands moving to grip onto his hyung’s legs.

Bangchan held him, moving his arms around to hyunjin’s front and holding him gently but just firm enough.

“…hurts Hyung…” Hyunjin gasped, breathing heavy.

He was trembling, and swallowing loudly as to get the awful taste of bile from his mouth.

“I know, I know. It’s gonna be okay.” Bangchan whispered into his ear. “Let’s stand up and get you some water, hun.”

Hyunjin shakily nodded, allowing Chan to basically pick him up and set him in the closed and flushed toilet.

taking a mouth rinsing cup and filling it with water, he handed it to hyunjin, who greedily took it and began chugging it.

“No, no baby, that might hurt your tummy. Let’s just rinse for now.” BangChan corrected, gently pulling his wrist away from his mouth.

As he handed the cup back to his Hyung, Hyunjin’s eyes began to well up with tears again. He looked down, putting his hands over his eyes as if hiding from the older.

“Hey, sweet boy. I know you don’t feel good. Why don’t we go crawl up in bed with mama?”

Bangchan was trying to ease hyunjin out of his self conscious state by using the name that the boys called Lee know when they weren’t feeling good.

With shaking hands, Hyunjin wiped at his eyes, nodding.

Gently helping Hyunjin out of the bathroom by holding hands, Chan led him to his mama’s room, gently knocking.

Less than 3 seconds later, the door was opened, revealing a wide-awake Lee know. Now, he looked worried.

“Baby’s got a case of the ickies.” Chan clarified.

Lee knows expressions changed into a soft understanding look.

“aww my poor little love bug, do you wanna come cuddle with mama?” He asked, lightly taking him from Chan.

Hyunjin’s tears were fully falling now as Lee know walked him to the bed and got him cozy, before climbing in and cradling his baby.

As they did this, Chan got to work, quickly straining the bathroom, grabbing a towel and small bucket from the hall closet.

He walked the supplies back to the room and laid it out beside the bed, just incase.

He began to creep out of the room, as to not wake, what he thought was a sleeping Hyunjin, but he turned when he heard the cutest little voice.

“stay? Please?”

How could he ever say no to that? Especially when it’s asked with a pout and the cutest little voice he’s ever heard.

Bangchan went and laid behind Hyunjin, spooning him from behind, He brought his big, warm hand around to His tummy and began rubbing soft soothing circles on his lower abdomen.

Hyunjin let out a soft whimper at the touch, leaning into it and snuggling deeper into his Hyungs.

His eyes fluttered closed as Lee know pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead.

Bro-I freaking love sickfics man

[lizaloveslino]

Pairing: bf! Hyunjin x reader x friend group! lesserafim

Summary: Sick day with Hyunjin while having schedules at the company and hanging out with your friends the fimmies

TW: sickness, throwing up

Genre: Sickfic

A/N: Hii I’m Liza! I write SKZ fics…mostly sickfics because they’re my favorite thing ever. If you have any requests lmk <3

You lay beside Hyunjin on your cozy bed in the early hours of the morning, he was still fast asleep which was unusual for him because he was an early bird. You were certain that he had rehearsals with the boys this morning but you shrugged it off thinking that perhaps you’d made a mistake.

Just then your cellophone chimed and when you saw who it was you smiled, it was Yunjin frantically telling you about her new solo song she was working on.

JEN: Y/n!! I finally finished my new song

YOU: OMG IM SO EXCITED TO HEAR IT??

JEN: yupp you should come over to the studio today to get a sneak peak, I’ll be with the girls except for Sakura because she has a photo shoot :)

YOU: I would LOVE to come over

JEN: Kazuha says she’s excited to see you and misses you xx

YOU: AWW omg wife tell her I’m omw

YOU: also um… c-can I bring…

JEN: UGH fine you can bring the boyfriend

JEN: Tell him he wins this time 🙄

YOU: YAY xx see you later

You turned to talk to your boyfriend but noticed that he was still asleep, his hair was stuck to his forehead a little with perspiration and you figured that was odd because it was still cold outside. You pressed a gentle hand to his forehead and felt the heat radiating off of him as he began to stir in his peaceful slumber. Your eyebrows immediately furrowed in concern.

“Jinnie, are you okay baby?” You wondered as his eyes fluttered open and he winced from the sunlight bleeding through the open window.

“Hmm, I’m fine it’s just hot today.” He told you, “what time is it?”

“It’s almost nine.” You answered honestly and his eyes widened in shock. “What?”

“I have rehearsals for the new album today, shit.” He cursed tossing off the covers, grabbing a towel and heading into the bathroom to take a shower, not even bothering to close the door. “Good morning by the way!”

“You’re so…” you chuckled to yourself. “I knew it.”

Just then his phone started going off with messages from the boys group chat rushing him. “Chan says you better hurry up!”

He took a while in the shower but you didn’t think much of it, he usually prioritized his skin care routine and perhaps he was shaving too. You poured at the thought of that last one, he usually asked you to help.

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Afterwards the two of you had breakfast which consisted of fried eggs, toast and jam, he didn’t eat much which was odd so you tried feeding him a spoonful of scrambled eggs and he cringed.

“Damn, are my eggs that bad hm?” You asked slightly hurt.

“No I just, I have this headache that won’t go away and judging by my light sensitivity I’m guessing it’s another migraine.” He told you and you got up and took his medicine out from the cabinet. “I don’t know if I should take that yet it makes me sleepy and I have to dance.”

“Yeah maybe you’re right and you haven’t eaten much either so it might do more harm than good.” You pondered, “okay I’ll carry it just in case.”

“I’ll be fine don’t worry, it’ll go away.” He reassured you, he was always so good at doing that.

“I hope so.” You sighed, “by the way after practice we’re going over to HYBE to see Yunjin and the fimmies, she wants to show me her new solo song!”

“Yunjin hates me.” He complained with a pouty lip.

“She does not!” You argued with a chuckle, “you’re so dramatic babe.”

“She’s good at writing songs though.” He commented. “Love you twice has been on repeat in your car since.”

“I≠DOLL is way better.” I argued and he shook his head is disappointment. “Hey just because I’m an author doesn’t mean I don’t know anything about music.”

“You’re lucky I love you.” He hushed and you shoved his shoulder playfully.

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Immediately after you got in the car and begun your dive to JYP, Hyunjin made you drive because he said he didn’t feel up to it yet. He leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes, you had to admit that you were growing undeniably worried about him.

Once you arrived at the company you greeted the boys and sat in the corner with your laptop working while they had dance practice. Hyunjin kept lagging behind which was very unlike him and the choreographer was getting frustrated with him as well as his members.

“What’s gotten into you today?” Lee know asked placing a hand on his shoulder, Hyunjin wiped sweat from his forehead looking beyond exhausted.

“Yeah are You okay, you don’t look so good…” Jeongin asked and as Hyunjin’s gaze met yours across the room he shook his head ‘no’ in refusal. “Oh.”

“If you weren’t feeling well you never should’ve come Hyunjin-ah, your health is our top priority you shouldn’t push yourself so much.” Chan asked of him shaking his head. “Go home and rest okay?”

“Yeah, feel better hyung.” Seungmin agreed with a gentle smile.

“Okay, I’m sorry again.” Hyunjin apologized as Felix handed him a towel and a bottle of water. “I’ll go…home after Y/n and I go to HYBE.”

“Alright.” Chan nodded.

Hyunjin immediately approached you and sat down next to you, you shook your head in concern. “We don’t have to go…”

“But you’re so excited to see the girls, it’s fine we can go.” He assured you, “I’ll be fine promise.”

“Promise?” You clarified.

“Yeah, let me Just get changed.” He affirmed. “I’ll take the medicine now I think.”

“Okay,” you agreed handing him the a bottle of water and a two pills which he took gladly. “Let me know if you start feeling worse, we’ll go home.”

“Okay.” He agreed. “My stomach feels a little off though, God I hate having migraines because it always makes me feel like this.”

“I���m sorry baby.” You hushed. “It’s probably because you’ve taken the medication on an empty stomach.”

“Yeah probably, it just feels off like my breakfast is moving around.” He told you. “Let’s just go, it’ll be fine.”

“Okay.”

__

By the time you arrived at HYBE the fimmies we’re waiting for you in the studio, you hugged them all and Hyunjin said did so as well, having been well acquainted with them since they were such close friends of yours.

You put on the headphones Yunjin gave you as Hyunjin sat down in the corner talking to Chaewon about one thing or the other.

“Watch him for me Chae.” You asked her in secret, “he isn’t feeling well today but he’s being stubborn so just let me know if anything comes up.”

“Aww really? Shame. I’ll be sure to do so, I’ve got him don’t worry.” She assured you giving you a side hug.

As you listened to Yunjin’s new song you were still amazed at how incredibly talented your friend was, how she was able to write such amazing songs.

“This is amazing!” You complimented her and she smiled.

“You mean it?” She lit up, “I was so uncertain about it.”

“No I mean it you did well.” You comforted.

Just then Chaewon tapped your shoulder and she had a worried look on her face,

“What is it Chae?” You asked her taking off your headphones. “Is it Hyunjin?”

“Yeah he said he’s really not feeling well.” She told you, “you can go home you know? We love you for coming but it’s okay!”

“Yeah Y/n it means so much to me that you showed up despite everything.” Yunjin thanked you.

“Of course I had lots of fun, let me go check on him.” You told them and made your way over to the couch Where Hyunjin was seated, his skin was pale and his hair stuck to his forehead. “Hi baby, you okay?”

“No I feel nauseous my head is killing me, I don’t feel good.” He told you, tears collecting in his eyes. “I’m sorry I’m ruining your day.”

“No you’re not love don’t talk like that,” you attempted to comfort him, “lean your head on my shoulder it’ll make you feel better just close your eyes. “Chae is driving the car closer to the entrance so you don’t have to walk far.”

“Mmm.” He sighed leaning against you and placing a hand over his stomach.

“Migraines are the worst, I’m sorry.” Yunjin apologized. “Feel better Yeah?”

But Hyunjin was so out of it he could barely hear her, he burried his face into your neck and said, “I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“Shhh, don’t worry you won’t.” You attempted to calm him down but you could hear his stomach doing flips and knew.

“The nearest bathroom is two floors down and the elevator isn’t working today.” Kazuha warned.

“Shit.” You cursed just as Hyunjin gagged and covered his mouth, he shut his eyes as vomit began to deep through his fingers. “Is there a trash can?”

“No I’m sorry!” Yunjin apologized but tossed a towel onto the floor to at least attempt to do the cleaners a favor for what was inevitably happening. “There.”

“He can just throw up there’s no time.” Kazuha told you.

“Just let It Go Hyunjin it’s fine baby, you’ll feel better afterwards.” You comforted him as he let go of his mouth and gagged once more as a thick stream of vomit splattered onto the floor despite the towel. “I’m sorry baby.”

“Y/n…” He groaned and held your hand as he started throwing up again, his watery breakfast making an appearance in front of you as Chaewon arrived with a trash can and stepped back as to not get any on her shoes. He coughed as you put the trash can under his chin and he continued throwing up bile.

“Shhh you’re okay.” You hushed.

“I’ll call the cleaners.” Kazuha volunteered leaving the room.

“I’ll call Chan and tell him you can’t make practice tomorrow too.” You told Hyunjin as he nodded silently, saliva dripping from his mouth and vomit through his nose. “You’ll be okay.”

After the whole ordeal at hybe you and Hyunjin went home and you helped him take a shower before settling into bed, he fell asleep fast and you held him close to you. “Sleep well angel.” You hushed. And he did just that.

[zz-skzz]

it’s giving fic vibes…

~skz lalala mv making 3:48

[obsessedwithkpopfics]

Hey! Wow always so excited to find a new sickfic blog! I loved your first one with woozi could I possibly request a Stray Kids fic with sneezy Felix, maybe with a newfound allergy or allergies of somesort and caretaking Chan or Leeknow?

Thank you so much!

Sickie: Felix

Caretaker: Minho and Chan

Felix p.o.v

Seungmin had just come back from working with the stylists preparing for our filming. He came back and informed me that it was my turn to go. I went to the room where the stylists were. The first step was getting my makeup down. Chan was sitting in the area next to me getting his hair done. I smiled when he began pouting when they put the foundation on. "You're covering his cute freckles," He said, the stylists laughed, "I'll do light foundation," she assured the leader. He smiled and I grinned back. The leader had always made me feel more comfortable with my freckles.

After makeup, I switched with Chan. My hair went faster than his because they didn't have to be as gentle because my hair is way less damaged.

I went over to the stylists and they began choosing an outfit for me.

showing me my outfit for the shoot. It looked nice in my opinion. Black jeans with a green t-shirt and a white fur coat over it. I quickly changed into my outfit as the others began changing too. After putting on my outfit, and making sure that the other members were ready, the shoot began. Hardly 10 mins into the shoot, I felt a tickle in my nose. I tried to brush it off, mainly because I didn't have enough time to deal with it right now. But as the shoot progressed, I could feel it getting harder to control my sinuses. At one point, when I couldn't hold it back any longer, I turned away from the camera as my eyes fluttered shut. "HhKstchux!- HtksKschux!" I rubbed at my eyes, nose tickling freely now. I was hoping that no one had noticed but Lee Know looked over at me. "Bless you. You okay?" He asked, and I nodded. And the shoot continued.

A few moments later I was doing a shoot with Chan, and at one point he had his arm around me when my nose began tickling again. I nudged his arm off, "Everything okay, Lix?"

"Y-hhh-yeah, hhh- HKtchhu!- KTcShhu!- HXTchu! snf."

"Bless you. You okay?"

"Yeah, sorry"

"It's okay. You sure you're okay?" He looked at me, "Your eyes are a bit pink."

"I'm fine Channie hyung." I sniffled and smiled at him. I wasn't exactly sure what was wrong with my nose, but I didn't want Chan to worry about me. Especially when I couldn't even figure out what was happening myself.

After we finished filming just the two of us, Danceracha met up to film their part. I was beginning to get quite irritated with my nose which was still super itchy, and I swear it was just getting worse. I wondered if I was getting sick. We started to film. As the feeling of a sneeze building up got too unbearable again, I turned away from the others and ducked my head to my arm. "HhktsSchu!- HtsckKShu!- HtKSchChUu!- Ugh." "Bless you, Lix." Said Lee Know. At this point, I didn't even care if they found out something was wrong. I was more preoccupied with my nose. I ducked towards my arm again as the tickle in my nose peaked. "HhTkSchu!- HtkSCHuu!- Ugh, HhktsChsu!- snf." "Lix, are you okay? Do you want a break or something?" Asked Lee Know. "Yes, please hyung," I said, too tired to deny anything. I left the filming area and was met with Chan holding a box of tissues out to me. "Thanks, hyung." He smiled, "No problem Lix. You feeling okay?"

"I felt fine earlier. I'm not exactly sure what's going on. My nose is crazy itchy and I can't stop sneezing. HKtchu!-" The sneeze was harsh and louder than my usual sneezes. Chan seemed to notice and cringed a bit. "Bless you!" I smiled in thanks and took another tissue and blew my nose. "Ugh, I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Sounds like an allergy, Lixxie."

"I'm not a-hh-lerg-hh-ic HhKtchu!- KTchu!- ktchHu!- allergic to anything."

"I don't know about that Lix" I heard behind me. I turned around and saw Minho hyung standing behind us. "You're definitely bothered by something."

"Well, the symptoms you have right now are 99% per cent allergies. Let's just try checking out a few things you might potentially be allergic to." Said Chan, and not wanting to argue, I just nodded. "Okay, could you take off your coat? You might just be allergic to it." "I don't think that's likely but sure," I replied and gently took off the coat. As I did so, I could feel the tickling sensation in my nose get stronger again and my eyes closed involuntarily. "Hh…KTschShu!- HhKsTschU!- HhKSchChu!- Ugh." "Bless you. Could you try sniffing the coat? I have a feeling that it's what's causing this reaction." Said Chan and I rolled my eyes but brought the jacket up to my face. Immediately, my nose started tickling like crazy and I quickly brought my arm up to my face. "HhhKTSCHu!- Ahh…HTKchsHu!- HTKsChU!- HhKTSChu!- snf, HhTskChu!-" "Bless you! I think we figured out what you're allergic to now. Do you wanna go home and rest?" Chan asked and I nodded. He gave me a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before walking towards the manager to explain the situation to him. As I waited, Lee Know walked up to me. "Here, I think you might want these'' He handed me a box of tissues." "Thanks, hyung." I sniffled. Chan walked back to us. “I cleared it up with our manager, you can go home early Lix.” I heaved a huge sigh of relief at his words. “Though, you’ll have to go alone as I still have my photoshoot,” Chan added. “I can go with him,” Lee Know said and I smiled gratefully at him. I really didn’t wanna be alone right now. “Wanna go then, hyung?” I asked and Lee Know nodded. We made our way to the company cars.

"I'm sorry to take you away from filming hyung."

"It's okay Lix, I understand that it's pretty miserable to have an allergic reaction. Especially when you've never had one before. I think it's a good idea to get you home. You should-

"HhtSHhu- ktSCHu- ktCHShu- tktCHshuh"

"Bless you! Let's get you home and showered off so you can stop sneezing so much."

"Yeah, I'd like that. I feel pretty awful." He gave me a sympathetic smile and patted my shoulder as I blew my nose. He cringed slightly. "Sorry it's so gross."

"You're not gross Lix, you're having a pretty serious reaction to an allergen. There's nothing gross about that." I smiled, thankful for his sympathy.

Once we got back to the dorms Minho hyung sent me straight to the bathroom to shower. Once I finished showering, I made my way to the couch where I saw Lee Know making some Ramen. I sat down next to him. He handed me the Ramen. "Eat up, Lix. You're gonna need it. Then you can go straight to bed." I nodded gratefully and started eating. Halfway through, I felt the annoying itch return to my nose and I quickly turned away. "Hhkktschu!- Hh…HtskKschu!-"

"Bless you!"

"Thanks" I finished eating, once I did Minho hyung took the dish away, "Okay, time for bed." I walked to my room and changed into my pajamas. A few minutes later Lee Know came upstairs and tucked me in. "Thanks hyung." I said. " Anytime, Lix." He smiled.

💖👾

[hannamoon143]

Anything for you

Genre:Fluff,Sickfic,Comfort

Pairings: Bf Lee Know x Reader

Warnings:broken ankle,painkiller,physical pain,crying,

a/n: this didn't turn out as half as good as i wanted it to be,i'm sorry i was just tired today.Anyways as always I appreciate feedback,and if you have some ideas for good stories pls send me requests cause i wanna write but I don't have a good idea. Now enjoy reading!

not proofread

You were exhausted.No,you were annoyed.You laid in bed with a broken ankle,tired of doing nothing.You hated doing nothing.You liked to do chores around the house,to go shopping.Even your job as a barista was better than this.

But now you couldn't change it so yeah.But at least you had one thing to be excited about.Your boyfriend Minho finally came back from his tour with stray kids today.He would probably be a little bit mad because you didn't tell him you broke your ankle cause you didn't want to worry him at his last day on the tour.

As the afternoon carried on and you waited for your boyfriend,your painkiller slowly stopped working.The pain you felt when you yesterday broke it started to come back.You tried to distract yourself from it,cause unfortunately you left your painkillers in the kitchen,and there was no way you could go downstairs with your ankle.

At least Soonie,Doongie and Dori came to cheer you up a little bit.As you petted your and Minhos kids (He always called them that,you just accepted it)you hoped that yeji didn't forgot to feed them.Your bestfriend came over earlier today,to look after you,bring you food,and to tell you the new gossip.

A soft clicking of the door of your apartment distracted you from your thoughts.You were so tired but still excited to finally see minho again.

"Baby?" You heard him call.

"In the bedroom" you croaked,your voice sounding hoarse,because you hadn't spoken in a while,and you also didn't drink anything.

You got more and more tired also because of the strong painkillers,and the throbbing pain in your ankle got worse and worse.But as you saw your excited boyfriend stepping into the bedroom you forced yourself to smile.

Minho didn't see the cast on your ankle yet,because it was covered with the blanket.With a big smile he rushed over to you,and pulled you into a tight hug.It was very comforting and exactly what you needed,until he sat down at your ankle.You really tried not to react but you winced and let out a whimper,it started to hurt so much you couldn't hold back your tears.Minho watched you with big eyes and a worried gaze as your tears streamed down your face.

"Y/n? Baby what's wrong?" he asked with worry in his voice,thinking it was maybe something he did. Between your sobs you managed to get out "m-my ankle min i-it hurts so mu-much" He uncovered your ankle and had a schocked expression on his face.

"Y/n,did you break your ankle?"he asked.Of course he knew the answer,it was obvious but why didn't you tell him?you nodded.

Then for a couple minutes it was quiet.The only noise your sobs,that you still tried to hide.Minho was lost in his thoughts,him hitting guilt because he knew you didn't tell him because you didn't want to be a burden to him.He always knew what you thought. But you thought he didn't say anythign because he was mad at you.

Then a small whsiper ripped him out of his thoughts.

"Min?"

he immediately looked into your eyes. "Hmm?"

"Are you mad?" you whispered with a trembling voice,scared that he would yell at you.But you should have known it better.He never yelled at you.

He looked at you.Did you really think he would be mad at you? He gently sat beside you,and again pulled you into his comforting embrace.This time careful. "Y/n,why would i be mad? I am so sorry that you thought you couldn't tell me,but it's okay.I know you just didn't want to worry me.I am just worried about you,because i care about you".

How did he do that? How did he always know what you thought?

Then suddenly minho let go of you and wiped your remaining tears away. "Look,our chilrden are also worried" Minho said ,looking to your cats who stood in the door watching their parents.He let out a slight giggle that immediately made you feel better.

Then Minho went downstairs and while he cooked you your favorite meal,he did all the chores around the house and also showed you,how you had to place your leg,so your ankle wouldn't hurt that much.

Then as he brought you your meal,served with a sweet smile from him,he said " Y/n,maybe i bought you something in New York that will make you feel better" then he took a extremly cute leebit with three little cats out.Of course he didn't forget of your plushie obsession

"Omg,our kids and their dad,this is so sweet thank you!" You squeaked,blinded by the cuteness of the gift and the man who gave it to you.

Finally you were smiling again.He also would have bought you a whole house to make you happy again.

"But y/n?"

"Hmm?"you said still smiling like a little kid,distracted by your new plushies,which he found soo cute.

"You can always tell me anything,Ok?You would never be a burden to me."

"Thank you Min,that means a lot to me"you said,your eyes filled with love.

In the next weeks Minho helped you where he could.If you were hungry he would make you your favorite snack.If you were bored he would watch a movie with you,or tell you the new gossip.If you were sad he would lie down beside you,and let you cry everything out.

So ,short he would do anything for you.

a/n again:Sorry that it again turned out so short but anyways, thank you for reading this<3 Have a good day/night and stay healthy<3

[dudadragneel]

Hello, guys! It's me!

Sorry for going MIA again, there's just a lot going on 😅

But hey, another fic for you!

This one was a request from @fairyniceyeah !

I'm sorry this took AGES to be ready and posted....(Insert here Sponge Bob square pants "2000 years later")

also I'm sorry if this request took a certain turn...

STP - Standard Temperature and Pressure

BEHIND THE BEAT

Before becoming an idol, Minho was a professional dancer and a backup dancer for BTS, so dancing was a serious topic for him.

He'd always participate in the creation process of their choreographies and it always had to be perfect. Of course they had fun, but when it was time to get serious, they got really serious.

Whenever they had to spend so much time inside that practice room, dancing for hours on end, they remembered their trainee days.

And those days weren't one bit easy.

They had a choreographer but the one who'd mostly work on the choreographies, work with the boys and guide them through it, was Minho.

And when he entered dance practice mode, he could be as scary as pre-debut Chan. So much so that even Chan would get a little scared sometimes.

It was honestly impressive how attentive to details and mistakes Minho was.

They always wondered "how can a single pair of eyes keep track of movements from seven different people?"

Well, that's just how good of a dancer he was.

It was a tiring job and stressful as well, after all he had to be able to deal with seven different dancing styles and personalities.

Felix and Hyunjin were part of Danceracha so he didn't really worry about those two and they did their best to help Minho to the best of their habilities.

But at the end of the day, if anything went wrong or if things weren't going as smooth as everyone wished, he'd take all the blame to himself.

He had pride on what he did.

If the members weren't getting the moves right, wasn't him a bad teacher?

That's exactly how his mind worked, despite everyone trying to tell him he was doing a perfect job.

This time they were preparing for a really big comeback that would be followed by a tour, which meant: no time to rest, no openings for mistakes.

The boys gathered at JYPE's famous cafeteria to have lunch and discuss some of the things they had to work on.

Chan was explaining how they'd record the tracks, how much time he'd need to work with the members on their parts etc.

On the other side, Minho was also doing the same, planning out how many hours they'd have to practice in a day and such.

They knew it all too well how hectic it got when a comeback was around the corner, and yet, they couldn't keep themselves from already feeling utterly tired. Even if they hadn't done much yet.

Sometimes they'd wonder how in heavens they decided on that career and how it would be to just live a normal life.

But those thoughts would always be replaced with some sort of relief, after all they'd also wonder how it would've been if they never met each other. And that thought alone would make any of them tear up. That was just how much they meant to each other.

After they were done with their lunch, they rested for a little while and went straight to dance practice.

Minho's mind was swimming with ideas for the choreographies and he needed to practice them, he needed to see how the movements inside his mind would be shown in real life.

So the dance practices would usually went like this:

Minho would make the boys stretch long enough so they didn't have any cramps or injured themselves.

And then he'd stand in front of the mirror practicing the moves alone for a moment and sharpening them before gathering the others to teach them.

While he did that, the practice room was utter chaos, the boys were running around or lying down or laughing, just simply being themselves.

And while Minho sometimes wanted to punch them, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like that chaos.

- Ok guys! Come on!

After a while, Minho entered his dance practice mode and gathered everyone to start teaching the dance moves.

Most of the time, the group wouldn't make many mistakes, specially Danceracha and more specifically Minho.

Well, sometimes Felix would get some moves wrong or just not do them as sharp as the others but it was due to his back problem. Everyone always reassured him it wasn't his fault but still he was harsh on himself.

And if Felix punished himself like that, Minho did that to himself a 100 times worse. After all, he was a dancer who became an idol, he was a professional dancer before all this, so in his mind, he couldn't make any mistakes.

Yet, while working on the dances for the impending comeback and tour, the universe just seemed to have some sort of conspiracy against him.

Every so often, he'd miss a step, dance off beat, or even forget a little part of the choreography which was really unusual for him.

The boys were already getting worried, they weren't used to seeing him that much out of control of his own movements.

And he was starting to get stressed, really stressed.

Whereas Chan's anger would make him raise his voice a bit and use a harsher tone, Minho's was a more silent one.

Sometimes he wouldn't even mutter a single word.

There would be just this aura surrounding him and whenever one of the boys would dare approach him, he'd just look them dead in the eye.

Like a tiger looking at its prey.

And that was warning enough for the others to back off. In these type of situations, Chan was the only one who could break through Minho's walls and attempt to understand his feelings and calm him down.

The dance practice continued for another hour and so did Minho's mistakes.

"Fuck!"

"Why is nothing going right today?"

He thought to himself.

Not once, not even once he managed to dance the entire routine without making a few, as he'd say, dumb mistakes.

Their choreographer didn't know what was going on. Hell, not even himself was understanding what was happening to him.

Minho was getting progressively stressed and angry. He was acting the same way he acted when he was mad at his stage outfits.

Chan and the boys knew exactly where this was going.

The choreographer called for a quick break so that everyone could catch their breath and Chan took this opportunity to try and talk to Minho, and hopefully understand what was going on.

Minho sat down on the couch, throwing his beanie and cursing.

Oh, he was beyond angry. He was fuming.

Chan sat beside him in silence. Analyzing the situation, the leader understood that trying to get him to say something might worsen the situation.

If Minho needed to say something, he would, if not, Chan wouldn't push him into doing so.

- Damn it! Sorry, hyung.

He immediately apologized for cursing in front of his leader.

And Chan saw that as an opportunity to speak to him, careful not to get him more stressed.

- Is everything okay?

Chan asked with such a gentle tone that Minho almost broke down in sobs.

- Yeah, I'm fine.

He answered, a bit colder than he wanted, but he wasnt in control of his body, let alone his mind.

- Okay.

For a moment Minho thought he hurt Chan's feelings since the leader gave a short answer. He'd even risk saying it was just as cold as his.

But maybe it was just his mind, getting annoyed by the littlest thing.

The fact is, deep down inside, he wished Chan would've insist on asking because part of him wanted to tell someone how he was feeling, if he managed to understand what exactly was it.

The other part, the proud one, didn't want to admit that he wasn't okay. It seemed like this part wanted to show the others and himself, that he could handle things on his own, just like Chan.

And he did manage to deal with things on his own a lot of times but he had already asked for help on a few occasions.

Why didn't he want to seek help now?

He didn't know.

His thoughts were starting to eat him from the inside.

And then, the break was over.

In STP, Minho would be happy to resume dancing. But this time, he was stuck between wanting to dance and make up for his mistakes or not dance at all afraid of keep on making mistakes.

Honestly? It had been some time since the last time his mind took over like this.

And he wasn't liking it, not one bit.

To add to his stress and frustration, his whole body was starting to ache and a weird feeling had settled in his stomach a while ago. But he was so frustrated that he didn't even notice.

Great. Now he had to dance afraid of making more mistakes and conscious of the annoying feeling in his stomach.

And just like the beginning of practice, the mistakes just kept coming.

He was so out of tune with his own dancing that he wasn't even able to analyze the other members.

How could he, when he himself wasn't getting the steps right?

He'd just be a hypocrite.

The members however, were getting really worried seeing Minho like that.

Each time they made a mistake, they looked at Minho, waiting for a correction or something but nothing.

And now Minho was feeling even worse than before.

He felt like his body was about to crumble, his vision was kinda blurry and his mind, oh his mind. It was corrupting him from the inside.

At the same time he couldn't exactly see the members properly, it seemed like he could sense everything inside the room.

And he felt like everyone's gaze were locked on him, piercing through his body, as if criticizing him from head to toe.

Members, choreographers, staff, everyone.

And in fact, they were, but not the way he imagined.

They were looking at him concerned, trying to understand what was happening to him.

Practice went on and so did the mistakes. At some point the choreographer questioned him what was happening but he couldn't really answer so he just muttered an excuse.

Although they had a good relationship with their staff, Chan would get angry at them if he thought they were pushing the members into talking or admitting something or just making them uncomfortable.

And Chan felt something building inside him.

The choreographer didn't use a harsh tone nor was he reprimanding Minho, but Chan since sensing something was wrong with his dongsaeng, he became overprotective.

Changbin noticed Chan starting to get restless and discreetly talked to him, whispering so no one would hear him.

- Hyung.

The younger rapper said, touching Chan's shoulder and bringing him back to reality.

- I know what you're thinking. We noticed Minho-hyung is acting strange. But the choreographer is talking to him normally. Please don't get worked up.

- I know, I know.

Chan sighed and then took deep breaths to calm himself down before he talked back to the choreographer, who was not at fault, and created a bad situation.

And quiet honestly, he also wasn't at fault. He was just caring and protecting Minho, after all he was his dongsaeng and he was supposed to be a leader.

When the choreographer seemed satisfied with Minho's explanation, if there really was one, he resumed practice one more time.

By now it was agonizing to keep dancing. Not only was he not getting the steps right at all, he was also slowing down the others, making practice last way longer.

Minho was feeling so utterly frustrated at himself that the last thin line of focus he had, was completely cut off.

His movements became sluggish, he felt his body tingling and his vision was getting more blurry than before.

He just wanted that practice to end. No, the whole day. And start anew the next day.

It was hurting the boys, specially Chan, to see Minho like that. Because he couldn't get through to him earlier and he knew his dongsaeng didn't like to admit to feeling unwell. But this was getting out of hand.

It felt like Minho had been replaced by someone else.

He kept on dancing, like he was on autopilot, still trying to get the steps right.

Then the choreographer called another break.

And that was when everything crumbled.

The others sat down on the ground, some lay down, feeling tired from the last 3 hours of dancing.

Chan, though, kept his gaze focused on Minho.

The younger man stumbled to the side of the room, bracing himself against the wall.

He would dare say he felt like he was about to die.

When the adrenaline started to subside, he became hyper aware of everything he was feeling, both physically and mentally.

He was overcome with guilt of not getting things right and making the others put on an extra amount of unnecessary effort.

His mind was not giving him one moment of peace and neither was his body.

He couldn't breathe properly, he tried to but it felt like there was no oxygen going inside his lungs, as if his chest was being squeezed. His back was heaving up and down, getting faster each passing second.

His whole body felt like jelly and about to shut down, he felt like all his muscles were close to relaxing all at once.

The rapid breathing made him feel incredibly dizzy, his vision was blurring even more than before and he felt unsteady on his feet, thank god for that wall.

And to top it off, his stomach was rebelling against him. Every single emotion he was feeling, was being reflected in his stomach.

It churned and his lunch was sloshing around like a washing machine, he could already taste the bile in his mouth.

He kept his back turned to the others, desperately trying to get a hold of his own body. But it wasn't working.

His breathing was not going back to normal and it made him feel like he was on the verge of a panic attack.

The nausea was overwhelming him and he tried to fight it back, swallowing convulsively and clenching his fists for dear life. He didn't dare move a muscle and he was actually surprised how he hadn't collapsed yet.

Seeing how his state deteriorated quickly when they took this las break, the members were extremely concerned about him. But at the same time they didn't know if trying to get close to him would be a wise idea.

Almost all of them looked at Chan, desperate for a signal from the leader but before he could raise a hand and nod them a "no", one of them was already missing: Hyunjin.

He and Minho bickered all the time but they loved each other and Hyunjin was just as worried as the others.

He got closer to Minho and placed a hand on his sweaty back making him flinch a little and quickly looking up at him and then dropping his head again, already running out of strength to hold his body.

The younger dancer felt his hyung's back heave up and down quickly and how his hands were clenched in such tight fists, he was worried Lee Know was gonna hurt himself.

Minho tried to focus on Hyunjin's hand on his back for dear life, everything was too overwhelming and he felt like he could faint at any minute. Hyunjin's presence was the only thing that was barely keeping him grounded.

- Hyung?

Hyunjin called out, tilting his head a bit so he could see Minho's face, getting no response.

But the older dancer was in such a state that he wasn't even listening Hyunjin's voice, actually, he wasn't even sure he processed it was Hyunjin who was by his side.

He was basically hyperventilating now and his lunch was threatening to make an appearance really soon.

Minho kept his head low, eyes focused on the ground, fists and jaw clenched, swallowing down the rising nausea. And in the midst of it, trying to get his breathing under control.

But it was no use, it was a battle he wasn't gonna win even if he tried.

Hyunjin moved his hand to his hyung's shoulder, squeezing it and trying to bring him back to earth. And he then positioned himself in front of Minho, lowering himself a bit so he could try to meet his gaze.

But that was the wrong move.

The moment Hyunjin appeared in front of Minho was also the moment he lost his battle against his stomach.

He felt liquid rushing up his chest and hitting the back of his throat faster than he could react.

And then he bent down a little further retching a thick stream of vomit that hit the ground with a sickening sound and unfortunately, got on Hyunjin's shoes.

The younger one was shocked at first but quickly recollected himself while the others rushed to them.

Hyunjin stepped back a bit, trying to stay away from the upcoming mess but kept a firm hand on his hyung's back.

Minho vomited another wave that left him breathless and dizzy.

He was about to lose all strength in his body when Chan and Changbin got by his side and grabbed him.

- Don't worry, Minho-ah, we've got you.

Chan reassured as both him and Changbin gently lowered him down.

- Can someone grab a towel? And some water?

Chan asked and then immediately turned his attention to Minho who was still breathing erratically and gagging unproductively.

- It's okay, it's okay. You're gonna be okay.

The leader cooed, rubbing his dongsaeng's back up and down while also brushing the hair out of his face, only to reveal trails of tears on his cheeks.

Chan's heart sunk to the ground when he saw that, because it only meant that Minho was dealing with something that was bothering him so much to the point of crying.

And Minho crying was a rare sight.

Chan also knew that he never liked to show his weakness to the others, not even tears, so he didn't say anything.

One of the boys came back with a towel and put it in front of Minho to cover the mess on the floor and prevent it from getting bigger.

He kept on gagging unproductively and it was clear that it was hurting him.

-Hey, it's okay.

Chan then noticed that Minho was holding it in, he knew that throwing up in front of everyone, members and choreographer and, well, on Hyunjin's shoes had left him mortified.

Even if the mess had already been done, he'd rather hold everything in than continue to display how out of control he was.

And Chan knew that.

- Kids, Hyung-nim.

Chan said with a authoritative tone, though very gentle at that.

And the others didn't need any other word to understand what he meant and quickly left the room. Too many people and too much attention would only worsen Minho's condition.

- There we go, Minho-ah. It's just you and me here.

Minho was still fighting against the nausea, even though it was just the two of them inside the room.

Wasn't he being humiliated enough?

He grabbed the fabric of his pants, gripping it with all his force, trying to contain the nausea by swallowing convulsively and taking deep breaths.

- It's okay, Minho-ah. No one is watching you, I'm the only one here, okay? Throw up if you need to, don't hold it in, it'll only make you feel worse.

Chan reassured, running his hand up and down Minho's back, his touch so gentle it was making him start crying again, though silently.

He slowly allowed himself to start relaxing and by doing that, his stomach immediately responded by contracting.

Minho lurched forward, more vomit escaping his lips and soiling the towel the boys had placed on the ground.

- That's it. You're doing good, just let it all out.

Chan said with a gentle voice while rubbing his dongsaeng's back up and down and then in circles, feeling how it heaved up and down with each retch.

Another wave came out, even stronger, coming out of his nose as well and hurting his throat in the process.

And feeling the texture of the food in his mouth as well as the tiny pieces in his nose didn't help, it only triggered another wave.

- Hyung....

Minho said with a weak and shaky voice after the bout was over.

- I know, I know. You'll be okay.

The smell of sick seemed to have impregnated in his nose after coming out of it.

He tried blowing it to see if he could get rid of what seemed to be rice and that caused a round of unproductive retches.

Eventually another wave of putrid vomit made its way out and this one left his body shaking from the effort.

And to add to his misery, he managed to choke on a piece of undigested food and started coughing.

- Don't worry, hyung will help you, okay?

Minho didn't even have strength to answer his leader, he just wanted that to be over with.

Chan changed his approach and started to rub Minho's chest, trying to provide comfort and help dislodge what got stuck in his throat.

The dancer kept coughing and gagging, but nothing was coming up and he knew there was more that needed to get out.

He clutched his stomach because it was hurting so much and it wasn't giving him a break.

- Minho-ah, do you think you still have to puke?

Minho nodded weakly.

- Okay, I'll try something but it might be uncomfortable, okay?

Chan moved his hand from Minho's chest to his abdomen, more precisely to the middle and started to massage it, applying a bit of pressure every time.

It seemed to be working because Minho was gagging again and soon it brought up another bout of sick that mixed with the rest in the already soiled towel.

And Chan returned his attention to rubbing his dongsaeng's back, trying to make the ordeal less excruciating.

Minho still puked a few times and it felt like his stomach was determined to turn itself out. Even in his dazed state he was wondering how there was still things in him for him to vomit.

And Chan was getting worried that Minho's stomach was trying to get rid of all the food he ate in the past few weeks.

After about 45 minutes since everything started, Minho was just dry heaving and still gagging a bit. It really looked like his stomach wanted to get rid of itself.

- That's it. You did great.

Chan murmured to him still rubbing his back in soothing circles and his chest as well.

Minho didn't know why but that felt heavenly and comforting, and if he was being really honest to himself, he didn't want Chan to stop it.

- Let's get you away from this mess, okay?

The leader carefully helped Minho to another area in the practice room and sat beside him.

- Hey, can I go and dispose of that towel? Or can I ask someone to come get it?

Minho nodded a weak no.

He didn't want to be alone and he definitely didn't want to be seen.

- That's okay. We'll deal with that later. I'm right here, okay? I'm not going anywhere. Do you wanna try some water?

- mhmm

That was the first sound of his voice Chan heard after that long ordeal.

- Here, rinse out your mouth.

Chan said helping Minho take a sip to just wash his mouth and get rid of the awful taste in his mouth.

- Hey, do you think you can drink a little bit? Just small sips.

Minho hesitated at first but then nodded but he was too out of it and feeling too weak to hold the bottle.

So Chan gently brought it to his lips, tilting it slightly helping him take small sips. And the cold water helped soothe his throat a little bit, even though his stomach wasn't exactly happy about it.

Chan then grabbed a bucket and set it beside Minho so he could rinse his mouth and well, be there just in case.

None of them wanted that room to get any dirtier and they were feeling pretty bad for the staff who'd clean it after.

Chan gently brushed Minho's hair behind his ear to reveal the trails of tears one more time. He also noticed that his face was flushed, most likely due to the embarrassment and his eyes and nose were red from the crying.

He tenderly wiped away a tear that was running down Minho's cheek with his thumb.

- Hey, Minho-ah....do you want to tell me what happened?

He asked with the most gentle tone known to mankind and that broke Minho once more. He started sobbing but he still didn't want to lift his head.

- It's okay if you don't wanna talk about it now. We'll stay here as long as you want, I won't go anywhere.

Chan said reassuring Minho and putting a hand on his shoulder giving it a squeeze, as if proving his words.

He continued to rub Minho's back in soothing circles as the younger boy continued to cry and for some reason the tears just wouldn't stop falling.

Eventually he started to calm down and the sobs stopped, the only sound was now his sniffing.

Apart from that, the room was completely quiet and like Chan said, he was not gonna pressure Minho into talking, so he stayed silent.

- 'm sorry...

The silence was broken by Minho's weak voice, barely a whisper.

He had his head between his knees, looking at the ground with tears still dropping and creating a small puddle.

- Why are you apologizing, hm?

Chan asked softly, stroking his dongsaeng's hair and patiently waiting for his response.

- Because I messed up....and made you guys practice more than needed....

- There's nothing to apologize for, Minho-ah...

- I couldn't get anything right...no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't concentrate and-

He stopped to catch his breath as he felt his chest tightening, a sign that he was on the verge of a panic attack.

- Hey, hey, take it easy. Breathe. You don't need to rush, okay?

Chan reassured as he grabbed Minho's hand and he instinctively squeezed his in return, trying to ground himself.

- Take deep breaths, slowly.

Minho followed Chan's instructions and started to calm down and continued talking.

- Nothing was working and I couldn't even pay attention to you guys and we're so close to the comeback and the tour, this is not supposed to happen....

- Minho-ah, you don't need to put so much pressure on yourself. And this is coming from a person that does exactly the opposite so I don't think I have much say on the matter hahaha.

Chan joked, earning a weak laugh from the dancer.

- But seriously, don't be so hard on yourself. We all have our "off" days, it's completely normal.

- I know, hyung....but-

He was cut off by a sob and then his mind took control again. It flooded with thoughts of not being able to get the steps right even if he tried his best, missing steps during the actual performance, not being able to pour out his 110% on stage.

It was mortifying.

And before he could even notice, he was already having a panic attack. He was hyperventilating, he couldn't stop crying and those thoughts refused to go away.

- They won't stop coming! Hyung, make it stop...

Minho pleaded between sobs and gasps of air.

- Hey, hey, Minho-ah. I need you to breathe.

Chan said placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to bring him back to reality.

- I- I can't--

- Yes, you can. Come on.

Chan was respecting Minho's space to the best of his habilities, but the situation was now escalating and he had to intervene.

He gently lifted Minho's head and turned it towards him, so his dongsaeng was now facing him.

And it took every ounce of strength in his body to keep his composure seeing him like that.

- Look at me. You're gonna breathe with me, okay?

Minho nodded weakly, although unsure if he'd actually be able to.

Chan guided the dancer's hand towards his chest so he could feel his breathing pattern, while holding his other hand.

- You can feel my breathing. It's slow and steady, right? I want you to try and do the same. I know you can do it.

Lee Know tried to but it was just so hard, it felt he was underwater, trying desperately to take in any air but failing. And his mind just kept on repeating the same thoughts over and over again, like a broken record.

He squeezed Chan's hand until his knuckles turned white, his nails almost digging into his hyung's hand, trying to push those thoughts away.

- Keep trying. You can squeeze my hand as hard as you need. But I need you to keep trying, keep on focusing on my breathing.

It took some time, but eventually Minho started to regain control over his breathing. He focused on Chan's breathing as the leader instructed and slowly evened his.

His grip on Chan's hand started to loosen up.

- There we go. Feeling a bit more calm now?

Chan asked wiping away the tears from Minho's eyes and cheeks but never letting go of his hand on his chest.

- Yes...

Minho answered weakly, clearly exhausted and embarrassed about everything that happened.

- Do you think you can talk to me about those thoughts?

- I think so....

Although getting a positive answer it was followed by a silent pause, yet Chan didn't insist.

- I just kept thinking that I needed to do well, that I needed to get everything right and help everyone with their dance. And that we have an upcoming comeback and tour and the choreographies need to be completed by then....and nothing seemed to be working....it was like my body was being controlled by those thoughts and I couldn't shut them up. I didn't want to be a burden and I felt like everyone was judging me for making so many mistakes.

It shattered Chan's heart to hear those words coming from Minho.

- No one was judging you, Minho-ah. No one will ever judge you. We knew something was wrong, that's why we were looking at you, we were worried.

Chan reassured him, running a thumb on his cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

- I'm sorry...

Minho said with a trembling voice looking down but Chan wasn't having it. He gently lifted his face again.

- Don't apologize. Don't you ever apologize for feeling weak, for feeling stressed, for being human. You hear me?

The younger boy just nodded, not really having any words to say.

He felt exhausted.

- Come here.

Chan said gently pulling Minho closer to him and embracing him in a back hug.

Minho allowed himself to be completely embraced by Chan, resting his head on his hyung's arm and the older kept his breathing steady so Minho could match it.

And they stayed like that, for minutes, in complete silence, the room quiet apart from their breathing.

He was so exhausted from everything that happened that in a few minutes he fell asleep on Chan's embrace, the same safe and warm back hug he secretly loved.

[slayonehundredninetytwo]

request: Hi! I got really excited coming across your blog just now. Glad to have a new writer in the community! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a sickfic with Minho as the sickie and the Aussie Line as the main caretakers? I was thinking one where he wakes up with a stomachache and is incredibly annoyed for the entire day (maybe he even snaps at a few of the younger when they weren’t really doing anything to warrant it), but despite his nausea and bad mood he doesn’t say anything so the members are left in the dark about how sick he is. Then, everyone agrees to hold a supper together at one of the dorms, and the food and noise combined is the last straw, causing him to throw up in front of everyone. 

Of course, there’s no rush and if you don’t feel up to it you don’t have to worry about it ❤️ Thank you~

hope this is fic turns out to be everything you hoped for! please give me any feedback you have!! <3

No one likes mornings. This particular morning however, Lee Know was woken up before his alarm went off by a strange feeling in his stomach. He didn’t feel nauseous, but his stomach ached and churned. It wasn’t quite awful, but it was certainly annoying. He was already dreading his alarm going off, forcing him to get ready for the day. When his alarm eventually beeped signaling that it was 9:30, he stepped out of bed, the movement making his stomach turn. He threw on a simple outfit of sweatpants and a t-shirt before venturing out in to the kitchen. He hoped that his stomach issues were merely from hunger, and would fade once he had eaten some breakfast. He settled on something simple to fill him up, a piece of toast and had a leftover boiled egg from the fridge.

“Hyunggg,why didn’t you make me anyyyy?”

Seungmin, having just emerged from his room already teasing Minho.

“Make your own breakfast. You don’t do anything for yourself, always making me do it for you.”

“I’m just kidding, I can make it myself.”

He was a little taken aback by Minho’s response. Of course, maybe he was also joking, but based off his tone it really didn’t seem that way. Minho spent the rest of the morning sitting on the couch, only speaking if he absolutely had to as he waited for everyone to be ready. His stomach was still doing flips, so he distracted himself by looking at cat videos until it was time to go.

Eventually, everyone was ready leave to work for the day. Luckily, their schedule wasn’t all that busy today. They had to record some vocals for an upcoming album, followed by dance practice. The boys met up with the other half of the group before climbing into the van to get to work. While driving over, Seungmin leaned over to Chan and whispered, “I think Minho’s a little grumpy today. He barely talked all morning and when he did he scolded me over a silly joke.” 

“He does seem a lot quieter than normal. I’ll keep an eye on him.” Chan replied, glancing at Minho who was staring blankly out the window. 

When they arrived at the studio, they started recording as soon as they could. At first, everything was going very smoothly. Until, it was Lee Know’s turn. His stomach was still bothering him, and the breakfast did not have the affect he had wanted of calming his stomach. Instead, it only made it worse. He had started to develop a headache as well, and singing in that little booth was not helping anything. He started out fine, getting through the first few lines easy-peasy. But then he got to this one line. 

“You need to make that line a little smoother. Can you do it again?”

Chan said through the microphone. 

So he did it again.

“I think it needs to be smoother in the middle. Try it again.”

So he did it again.

“Can you try it again with a little bit of a sharper edge to it?”

So he did it again

“Maybe try it this wa-“

“It’s fine.”

Minho didn’t want to do it again. He just wanted to get out of that stupid little box. 

“But maybe if you tried it with a little mor-“

“I said it’s fine. It’s already got all the smoothness and the edge or whatever. It’s. Fine.”

And it was so hot in there too. If he had to sing that stupid line one more time, he was gonna catch on fire. 

“Just do it one more time Minho. I’m not asking you I’m telling you.”

“Fine.”

So he did it one last time time in that hot, tiny, loud room.

When he finished recording, he just wanted to go home and lay on the floor and cry. His stomach ache was at its peak and he was feeling very nauseous. Instead, he would have to settle for sitting on a kinda sorta comfortable couch in the studio surrounded by his obnoxious, loud, and annoying, ESPECIALLY annoying members. He normally loves his friends and band mates. But right now he just wanted peace and quiet, something he couldn’t easily find around the group. 

Usually, Lee Know would be excited to go to dance practice. It was hard work, but it payed off. It was what he loved to do. Today he dreaded it. While he felt like crap, he danced his hardest and made sure his dancing was still on point, that always comes first. Even with the loud music  combined with the headache and stomach ache, Lee Know gave it his all. 

And then he noticed something. Felix’s footwork was not exactly right. Here he was feeling like he was being punished by Satin himself, and Felix  was over there clearly not working half as hard. He has no excuse. There is no excuse.

“Hang on guys.” 

He said pausing the music.

“Felix, what is going on over there with your footwork?!?”

“Oh yeah sorry, my bad I just tripped over my feet a bit, don’t worry I’ll fix it next time.”

“What if when that happens on stage? There is no next time in a performance. You need to focus Yongbok! Danceracha members don’t trip over their feet.”Lee Know was practically yelling at him at this point.

All Felix said was, “I-I’m sorry..” as a tear rolled down his freckled cheek.

“Now hang on,” Chan cut in “that’s not fair. We all make mistakes- we’re human. Felix did all the rest of the moves perfectly, he just stumbled a bit, you’re the only one who even noticed.”

“Whatever. Just fix it next time”

Felix only nodded in response before they started the music again.

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“Man I’m hungry.”

Han stated and everyone (except Lee Know) agreed quietly, all exhausted from the day of practice.

“Why don’t we all get together for dinner at our dorm? We can order delivery, I heard there’s a new…-“ Lee Know stopped listening to I.N. talking about food, it only made his queasiness so much worse. This was great. Just great. He was going to have to go back to the dorms, and instead of going back and relaxing he would have to be bombarded by his wild group. Lee Know just wanted to rest and sleep off whatever sickness had come over him.

Once they arrived back at the dorm and the food arrived, they all sat at the table. Everyone was laughing, being loud, and enjoying their meal. Except for one person. At this point, Lee Know’s head was pounding and his nausea was so much worse. Earlier, he swore it was at its peak. It was merely teasing him then. What he had thought was the worst of it turned out to be be a walk in the park compared to how he felt right now. He had ordered fried rice. He almost ordered a bowl of plain white rice, but that would definitely raise suspicion that he wasn’t feeling well. He didn’t want his annoying members to take care of him. he just wanted them to leave him alone. Against his bodies orders, he managed to eat most of his bowl of rice. As the room got louder, so did the pounding in his head. And as everything got louder, he become more and more nauseated. He just wanted everyone to shut up. 

And then, in that moment, much to everyone at the tables surprise, Lee Know pitched forward and threw up a wave of his dinner right back into the bowl in front of him. They were shocked, a chorus of gasps echoing through the room. This finally shut them up. 

Bang Chan shot up from his chair and moved to Lee Know’s side, rubbing his back and trying to comfort him as much as he could. With the next wave, Minho’s violent retching made it pretty hard to aim well, causing a little bit of a mess. But Hyunjin was sitting closest to the trash can, and was quick to grab it and bring it over as a better receptacle for the puke. He continued to sputter up more small waves of sick as his shocked members frantically tried to help him, although the chaos and their voices (now returning to their usual loud volume) was just making it worse. Bang Chan could tell that Minho was struggling with the noise when he winced every time someone spoke with a little bit louder volume. Chan shushed them, in hopes of making is sick member more comfortable. 

“I-I don’t feel good” Minho muttered, keeping his head down. 

“I can see that. Let’s get you to bed.” Chan said, helping his sick friend stand up out of the chair he was sitting in. As they stood, he turned to the rest of the boys. 

“If you don’t mind, could those of you who don’t live here head back to our dorm? I think Minho wants some peace and quiet right now.”

The boys reluctantly gathered the few things they had brought with them and headed back to their own dorm, all worried to leave after seeing Minho’s condition. 

As Chan led his sick member to his bedroom, Felix eventually decided to follow, leaving Suengmin and I.N. to take care of the mess in the kitchen. They didn’t care though, they just wanted Minho to be taken care of.

Felix walked into the bedroom as Chan finished tucking Minho in, now changed into some pajamas 

“Felix, I’m glad you’re here, would you mind staying with him while I get some things to help?” 

“No problem Chan, I’m here to help.”

Chan gave him a quick thumbs up before leaving the room.

Felix sat on the edge of the bed, gently brushing his fingers through his sleepy hyung’s hair. He could tell Lee Know was trying to sleep  but based off his twitching eye lids and pained expression it was clear something was still bothering him. 

“Is your stomach still acting up?”

He nodded and said without opening his eyes,“And my head”

“Don’t worry, Chan is getting some meds for you as we speak.”

Felix didn’t get any response to this, and he hoped that it was because his friend had finally fallen asleep. But he found out he was wrong when the boy quickly sat up, slapping his hand over his mouth. Without skipping a beat, Felix grabbed the trash can Chan had left by the bed and shoved it under Lee Know’s chin. He was just in time, as the poor boy was quickly retching painfully into the bin. He got up a small gush of vomit, before it became evident the boy was completely empty, and was left dry heaving with much force. Felix felt so awful for his sick friend, the harsh heaves and gags were clearly hurting him, especially when he started sobbing and crying. 

“Hyung please stop crying, you’re making yourself worse. Here, drink some water.” the younger boy said, passing him his own bottle of water since Chan hadn’t come back with some for Lee Know yet. Lee Know was hesitant to drink since it was sure to come back up,but he knew that dry heaving was much more painful. Felix wiped away the older’s tears before giving him a sad smile and a hug.Lee Know eventually stopped crying and was released from the hug, just as Chan returned with medicine, water, a thermometer, and some crackers. 

“Hey bud. I’m sure you just want to go back to sleep but can you let me take your temperature real quick?”

Lee Know wordlessly opened his mouth for Chan to insert the thermometer before waiting for the beep. After what felt like ages it finally beeped. 

“39.2 degrees. You must feel awful.”

“I do.”

“I brought you some medicine that should help. I know you don’t want to hear it but you can’t take this on an empty stomach. Can you eat a couple crackers?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Can you try?It will make you feel better” Felix said. He could see how miserable Lee Know was, and hated to see him  like this. 

“It’ll probably just make me throw up again”

“But maybe it won’t?” Felix was desperately trying to convince Lee Know, but truthfully he had no idea how to. Surprisingly, the miserable boy started to cry again. 

“It’s okay Minho. I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well, but I promise the medicine will help you feel better.” Chan tried to calm his sick dongsaeng down, but it didn’t seem to be working.

“But I-I don’t- want to th-throw u-up again” 

Poor Lee Know. He clearly was very emotional from the fever. He went from grumpy to bawling his eyes out within 10 minutes.

“It will help make you less sick so you won’t throw up so much. But if you do still puke, we’ll be right here with you.” Felix added.

“B-but I was so m-mean to b-both of you today. Why are you b-being s-so nice and c-caring?”

Felix almost wanted to laugh at how emotional Lee Know was. To even think that they wouldn’t take care of him, the fever was definitely getting to him. Felix decided to save his teasing for when his friend was feeling better.

“Minho, you’re sick. If I was feeling as crappy as you are right now, I would have snapped too!”

“Yo-you’re not st-still upset at me?”

“No, we’re not. Right Chan?”

“Right. You know how you could make it up to us?”He didn’t wait for an answer “If you take your medicine and get some rest. Can you do that for us?”

Lee Know accepted his fate and took the medicine with a nod. Once he swallowed them down, he was already half asleep just sitting there, and layed back down onto his pillow. 

Chan and Felix exchanged a glance before staring down at how cute Lee Know seemed to be while sick. 

Bang Chan retreated to his own dorm, entrusting that Felix had it covered for the night, while Felix cuddled in with Lee Know, snuggling up against him, rubbing his stomach and playing with his hair, trying in any way possible to provide comfort, before finally falling asleep there himself for the night. And when Lee Know got sick again in the night, Felix was right there beside him.

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I really hope you enjoyed this fic. please please please PLEASE give me some feedback <333 

much love!💕

[3rachasninja]

This was so sweet and cute 🥺🥺

sick days | lee minho

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hi! this is my first ever post on here,, hehe. constructive criticism is welcomed, hate is not.

cw: sick reader, petnames, slight cursing, slightly suggestive (??), angstyish oops, mostly fluff! just minho being the cutest bf :3

another hacking cough forces itself from your throat, leaving behind a painful sting and the inability to swallow. a frustrated groan emits you, followed by disgruntled sniffle. you hate being sick. 

sore throats, gross coughs, painful headaches, and a stuffed nose were all a recipe for disaster — especially today. you and minho had planned out the perfect date; a picnic, stroll in the park, and finally a movie. you had looked forward to it all week, barely getting through. only the promise of seeing your boyfriend kept you going.

you turn over on your side, the gentle movement sending another round of pain signals ringing in your head. tears sprung to the corners of your swollen eyes. you were devastated at having to miss your date. blearily, you swung a hand over to the bedside table, blindly searching for your phone. 

once found, you swiped over to minho’s contact. pressing the call button, you slumped back onto your pillow defeatedly. 

“jagi?” came the sweet voice of your boyfriend. “what’s up?” 

an exhausted whimper answers him. “min.. min i’m sorry” is all you can utter. 

his voice instantly is filled with concern. “what’s my love sorry for, hm? is everything okay?”

“no, m’sorry min.. i feel so bad. my head hurts, and i puked earlier, and it —“ another pained sound exits you. “— it hurts.” 

something shuffles over the phone, and your boyfriend is quick to reply. “oh, my poor jagi. i’m on my way, don’t worry.”

you furrow your brows. “wh-what? no no you don’t have to do that, min!” 

“see you in five.”

your eyes rolled as your boyfriend hung up on you a abruptly (like he always does — and it never fails to surprise you). coughing again, you accept that there’s nothing you can do to stop him from coming over. you scan your messy room and groan. you’re sick! you don’t want him to see you like this! 

you swing your legs over to the side of your bed, only pausing when a sneeze erupts from your pinkened nose. you settle your socked feet on the floor and attempt to rise to your feet. 

you sway, blinking harshly as to try to clear the black spots plaguing your vision. maybe getting up wasn’t the best idea..? oh well. 

slowly, you begin to shuffle around your room, picking up discarded clothes and trying to round up any embarrassing wrappers or trash. you’re halfway through folding another t-shirt when your body flashes hot, then cold. the pounding in your head increases tenfold and you drop the shirt in favor of clutching your temples. spots engulf your sight and you sink to your knees, not even attempting to make it to the bed.

you’re sweating. but the ceiling fan above only makes you shiver, goosebumps lining your arms. everything is too bright, and you squint from a combination of a headache and the glaring overhead light that suddenly feels like a thousand suns beating down on you. 

another whimper crawls out of your dry throat. the only thing your fever-weakened mind can think is minho. where is minho? you need him, it hurts it hurts everything hurts —

“jagi?! oh my god, are you okay?” thunderous footsteps make their way to you and you wince at the sudden exclamation. 

cold, cool hands press themselves to your trembling body and you sigh in relief. they stroke through your hair, carding through gently. you open one eye to see who they belong to, but clamp it shut immediately, the bright light making your eyelids pulse.

 you hear shuffling from the side, and one of the hands leave you. you suppress a whine, but something in your expression must be alarming because the voice coos. “oh, baby, i’m just turning off the light, okay?” 

no, it’s not okay. not when those hands are the only thing grounding you, keeping you from melting. however, as promised, the offending light gets shut off, and you hum in appreciation. 

the nice hands quickly return to their rightful place in your hair, and you bravely attempt to open your swollen eyes again.

your boyfriend looks down at you gently. “my poor girl. let’s get you back into bed, hm?”

you nod pathetically, letting him lift you up and place you softly on your mattress. you murmur a quiet thanks and he kisses your sweaty forehead in response. he sits on the side of the bed next to you, placing his hand on your leg and rubbing comforting circles into your skin.

“have you eaten at all yet?” he inquires.

you shake your head, “no, not yet. i don’t think i could eat a thing without puking it back up, to be honest.”

minho hums at that, scanning your face. he reaches out and places a small hand on your forehead, feeling out your temperature. he frowns.

“i think we need to check for a fever, honey. you’re very warm.”

he moves to go stand and you pout. “don’t leave, please.”

“i’m just going to grab the thermometer and a glass of water, i’ll be right back, okay?”

“be fast!” you plead.

he cards a hand through your hair. “i’ll be so fast, jagiya.”

it feels like an eternity as minho tries to locate the thermometer from outside your bedroom. you shiver again, pulling the closest fuzzy blanket over you and burrowing into it.

and that’s how he finds you when he returns — a sweaty, sick burrito. you watch as he smiles down at you fondly, pulling back the blanket a little to take a look at you.

���think you can sit up for me? need help?” he asks.

“need help, please,” you respond nasally.

minho aids in positioning you up so you’re leaning against your pillow. he holds out the found thermometer and motions for you to open your mouth.

you oblige and he places the thermometer under your tongue. after a few moments, he pulls it out and looks down on it with a displeased expression — like it personally offended him.

“100.” he states, his brow crinkling. “yeah, you’re not leaving this bed.”

you sigh and slump farther into your blanket. “i’d rather hear that in a different situation.”

minho blinks slowly, fondly. “i’ll ignore that, just because you’re sick.”

you stick out your tongue as he rises from the bed to put away the thermometer. he looks down at you, unimpressed, but with a twinkle of amusement in his catlike eyes. “brat.”

“i’m sick!” you whine, “be nice.”

“i am being nice. so nice, in fact, that i’ll ignore this little attitude —“ he reaches down and pokes your forehead, “— because i know that you feel like shit.”

you roll your eyes when he’s turned and putting the thermometer in some drawer, but deep down you’re very grateful he came over to take care of you. for all his teasing, he really does treasure you. you still feel bad for canceling the date.

in some feverish, dramatic mood change, tears begin to well in the corners of your eyes. they’re hot and uncomfortable, and you sniffle. not only did you cancel the date, you’re acting like a brat instead of thanking minho for looking after you.

“m’sorry,” you croak from your cocoon of blankets.

minho turns around sharply and scans your face quickly. he strides over to the bed and sits beside you. “what?”

“m’sorry!” tears begin to trickle down your face, sticky and unwanted. you reach up to swipe them away.

minho’s hand reaches out, grabbing onto your arm and lightly tugging you into his chest. “silly girl. what are you sorry for?”

“f’making you come over and take care of me and being a brat and not saying thank you!” you rush out, slurring some words.

a chuckle shakes minho’s chest. “oh wow, you’re really out of it, huh?”

“i’m sorry!”

“hey, hey,” his joking manner disappears when a fresh wave of tears erupts from your eyes. “you have nothing to be sorry for. you’re sick. you have a fever, baby. you aren’t being a brat, i’m sorry i called you that when you weren’t feeling well.”

you peek up at him. “you mean it?”

minho doesn’t respond, just pulls you tighter into his chest and kisses the top of your hair. his cool hand rubs on your back soothingly under your shirt. he gently lays back onto your bed, cradling you to his chest.

“try to sleep some of this off. take a nap,” he orders you lightly. “i’ll be right here.”

at his words, you snuggle into him. he reaches to the side and pulls a blanket over the two of you. just before sleep takes it’s hold over you, you look up at him, catching his eye.

“thanks for being here, min. i love you,” you murmur, your eyelids getting heavier and heavier as you begin to succumb to sleep.

the last thing you hear before sinking into feverish dreams is, “anytime, baby. i love you more.”

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yas! ok! first post done, please lmk what u think!!!1 reblogs and likes are appreciated:3

[nalgenewhore]

stubborn love

elide x lorcan, modern au/coworkers + semi-established + sickfic <3 word count: 4070

She managed to contain herself until Darrow left her office, but the minute the glass door swung silently shut behind him, Elide slumped down on her desk. The cool wood offered a small relief against her heated cheek.

Her peace shattered less than a minute later when someone re-entered her office. Elide forced herself to sit up. The quick change in positions made her dizzy, and she blinked hard a few times. Finally, her gaze focussed on Aelin, who was looking at her like something was very, very wrong. 

Elide suppressed a feverish chill. “Is something wrong?”

“Um, yeah,” her coworker exclaimed, rounding the table with outrage twisting her face. Aelin reached forward and pushed her hand against Elide’s hot face. “Fuck, El, you’re burning up. How did you even make it out of your apartment?”

Flapping her hand dismissively, Elide said, “It’s only a cold.”

Aelin gave her a look, “It was a cold last week, but you couldn’t take it easy and insisted on being in court for eight hours a day three days in a row.”

Before she can say something in her defence, Elide’s poor body was wracked with a coughing fit. It rattled the mucus in her lungs, and she didn’t protest when Aelin passed her a box of tissues to wipe her mouth. “I’m fine,” Elide wheezed. “Just tired.”

“Elide—”

“I’m really, really ok,” she insisted. She braced her hands against her desk to rise to her feet. “And I have to be in court in an hour.” For the past month, she’d been busting her ass over this case, and she’d be damned if she didn’t show up all because she had a sniffle.

Aelin guffawed, “You can’t possibly think you can go to court right now.”

Elide arched her brow as if to say Well? She shouldered her leather briefcase. At least today was only the arraignment, so Elide didn’t have to lug an attché of heavy, heavy files to the courthouse. “It’s my job.”

“Let your boyfriend do it,” her friend held a hand up to Elide’s guffaw. “And you look like you’re on death’s door.”

Her cheeks flushed at the mention of Lorcan. Elide looked at the floor, mumbling, “He’s not my boyfriend.” They had only been seeing each other for about a month. Even if Elide could admit to wanting to call him her boyfriend, she didn’t know that he’d like it. She hauled against her office door, then stood still as Aelin walked out. “If it means that much to you,” Elide said, trying to hide how shallow her breaths were, “I’ll take the day off after the arraignment.”

Before Aelin could argue against that, a deep voice interrupted them. “Hey. You ready to go?” Lorcan stopped just outside her office, looking at something on his phone.

Elide pinched the bridge of her nose to alleviate the pressure from the sinus build-up. “Yeah, just a minute.”

Lorcan frowned as soon as she faced him. “What the fuck happened to you,” he asked bluntly. He never was one for meaningless pleasantries, unless it was only them. Elide preferred thinking that what he said then wasn’t meaningless, though.

“It’s called a cold,” Elide informed him.

He pocketed his phone, running a critical eye over her. In a low tone, he asked her again, “Lee, are you sure?” He looked up at Aelin, who shook her head, before looking back at Elide. “You don’t look so good.”

Elide felt far too exhausted to argue anymore, but she dipped her chin once, “I’m sure.”

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In the underground parking garage, Elide hadn’t put up any fight when Lorcan insisted that he was driving them. 

They were stuck in a classic downtown Orynth gridlock. She slumped to the side, the window cold against her cheek.

“Lochan,” he said, obviously conflicted. “Please just let someone take you home.” He reached over and laid a heavy hand on her thigh. “I’ll take care of the arraignment.”

Elide hacked once, her stomach aching. “What,” she wheezed as she attempted an easy smile, “you still haven’t learned to share, hmm?” Her breath caught in her tender lungs.

“Elide.”

She gripped his hand, squeezing once, “You can take me home after.” He seemed mollified by that, at least enough to let Elide rest in silence. She never let go of his hand either.

Her eyes had only been shut for a minute, she swore, before someone was gently shaking her shoulder. 

Elide gasped, her lungs too feeble to let her get a full breath. She pressed her hand to her chest like it would make her lungs work.

A warm hand rubbed her back, accompanied by a deep voice. “Slow down. Just take slow breaths.” Elide did as Lorcan encouraged her to, and in a couple moments, her lungs had cleared enough. She collapsed against him to recover, breathing as deeply as she could. “We’re here.”

“Mmm, here, where?” she murmured, too comforted by his touch.

He chuckled a bit, “The courthouse.”

“Oh,” she hummed. Then it hit her, and Elide jolted, “Oh, shit!” She shoved the passenger door open, swinging her legs around. 

Palms flat against the hood of the car, Elide was wracked with feverish chills and glared half-heartedly at him. “Why did you let me fall asleep?” 

“‘lide, it’s ok,” Lorcan told her. “It was only a couple minutes.” He didn’t even let her look at her briefcase and shouldered it himself. 

Elide was sick enough that she let him do it without a fight.

They made their way slowly to the courtroom and met their client outside. Up until today, it had been mainly Elide conversing with the young woman. For all his prowess as an attorney, Lorcan had piss-poor social skills on a good day. However, Elide had to spend all her energy on not passing out and not erupting into another coughing fit, so she let Kaltain suffer through a few awkward minutes with Lorcan.

Luckily, they were summoned quickly. Elide sighed as the air conditioning hit her face. She got to sit, but only for a few minutes before the bailiff announced the judge. 

The courtroom spun as she rose to her feet. Elide swayed, catching herself on the edge of the table. She breathed hard, blinking to centre her vision. Her periphery started to darken. “Lor…” she spoke up weakly, her shaky fingers twisting into the hem of his suit jacket. “I don’t feel- I’m…”

The next thing Elide knew, she was seated outside the courtroom, head between her hands. Her tailor-made blazer laid on the bench next to her because she was burning up. 

Lorcan sat beside her, his body angled towards her. He rubbed her spine up and down, “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“We have work,” Elide protested. 

He was pissed, that was evident enough. “I don’t fucking care. You passed out.” He steered her down to his car, tucked her in the passenger side, and did her seatbelt up for her. Lorcan made sure she was alright before he took his seat behind the wheel.

Elide couldn’t let her duty go, not yet. She gestured behind them as he drove out of the parkade, “We- what about Kaltain?”

“The judge excused us till a later date.”

“Oh.” Elide shrunk a bit in her seat, cheeks burning for a reason besides her fever. What he’d told her earlier finally registered in her scattered mind. “I fainted?”

Lorcan reached for her hand, slipping his fingers through hers. He lifted their joined hands to kiss her knuckles and made Elide smile faintly.

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In the waiting room, Elide attempted to fill out the form herself, but Lorcan took one look at her shaking hand and said, “C’mere, give me that.” He sat in the uncomfortable chair next to her and let her slump against him. “Alright…” Lorcan perused the form, filling it out with no fuss. 

Elide watched him through slitted eyes. If she wasn’t so sick, she would mention something about his lack of hesitation. At points where Elide was sure he’d pause, ask her for a tidbit of personal information, Lorcan penned in the answer with his neat, concise script.

He wrapped his arm around her after handing the form at the ER desk. Idly, Lorcan kissed the top of her head. “They’ll see us soon, sweetheart.” She hummed, barely conscious against him. 

Lorcan was right, and they were shown into an exam room quickly.

Elide laid on the padded table in a thin hospital gown after the exam. She felt delirious as she scrolled on her phone, not listening to the doctor after it was determined she had bronchitis. Her temperature clocked in at thirty-nine degrees, her blood pressure was worryingly low, and her heart rate was sky-high. In spite of it all, Elide could not care less.

The doctor directed her spiel to Lorcan, giving him explicit instructions Elide was sure he’d follow strictly. He was given a slip of paper with her prescriptions on it. 

After a little while, the doctor left, and Elide griped as she had to redress in her corporate attire. Lorcan sympathised a bit, giving her a kiss on the forehead. She blinked blearily up at him, so damned tired and cold. He ran his fingers through her wavy hair. “I’m going to drop you off, then go get your medicine, alright?”

“I’ll be fine,” Elide rasped, her lungs rattling. “You don’t need to stay with me. I don’t want to bother anyone.”

Lorcan gave her a look of shock. “You’re not bothering me. Why would you think that?” Without waiting for any answer, he continued on, “I told Darrow, and you’re not allowed to even look at a file until you’ve been cleared by the doctors.”

She made a face, turning her head into his chest. Never before had she been this clingy with him, but she’d wanted to be. It wasn’t like Lorcan never offered her unsexual comfort either. “I don’t wanna go to my apartment,” Elide muttered.

He rubbed the back of her neck, soothing her, “You wanna go to mine instead?”

She nodded. She wanted to be surrounded by his comfort, his presence, not return to the pit that was her apartment. 

This time, Lorcan was more patient as he took her back to the car. He didn’t go as far as carrying her, but Elide could tell he wanted to. It didn’t take them long at all to get to his place. 

All of her energy had already been spent, and Elide barely had it in her to walk from the elevator to his door, much less get changed. Lorcan was gentle with her as he exchanged her sweat-damp clothes for a loose t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. 

She climbed into his bed, sighing at the feel of indulgently soft sheets and thick, yet fluffy pillows. Before she could stop him, Lorcan walked out. Elide croaked, too tired to call out. 

He returned after a minute with a thermometre. “Let me take your temp, and then you can sleep, sweetheart.”

Elide rolled her eyes, but she let him stick it beneath her tongue. It beeped after a minute or so, and Lorcan let her recline again. His mouth tightened, “Mmm, still too high.” He brushed her hair back. She hummed, leaning into his touch. “I’ll go get your meds now. What d’you want for dinner?”

“Not hungry.”

“You have to eat something,” he told her, still brushing his hand over her hair. “I’ll go by the deli if you want, get you some soup.” At that, Elide’s eyebrows rose high, and she looked thoughtful. Lorcan bit back a grin. He leaned down to kiss her temple. “Anything else?”

She smiled, “Coffee ice cream.”

“As you wish.”

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At the pharmacy, Lorcan was somewhat worried that there would be an issue with him picking up Elide’s meds. Yet, everything went smoothly. He went to the deli and to the convenience store for her ice cream. 

When he got home, Elide was still sleeping.

Lorcan let her be for a little while more as he got changed. He put the kettle on to brew some white willow bark tea as well as some honey-lemon. The pharmacist had given him an antibiotic, steroids, an inhaler, and some cough syrup with codeine. Elide wouldn’t like being woken up, but Lorcan had designated himself the role of her nurse, and he’d be damned if she didn’t get better. He knew her infection could turn into pneumonia quickly.

He padded into his bedroom with her collection of meds. Lorcan leaned over her, “‘lide, wake up.”

Elide groaned into his pillow in a very clear ‘fuck off’ gesture. 

Lorcan rubbed her back, coaxing her to roll over. He grinned at her peevish expression, “Hi, baby.”

Again, she groaned and tried to roll back over. 

“Uh-uh, c’mere,” he said, gently stopping her. Lorcan eased her up and wrapped his arm around her. “C’mon, lean on me.” 

As soon as she was seated, another coughing fit stunned her. Elide let a few tears escape, utterly drained. Her joints were throbbing, her head swimming. It hurt to stop coughing, but it hurt more to keep going. 

Lorcan gave her the inhaler first, and she panted around the taste of albuterol in her mouth. It helped her breathe a little more easily, though. “Here,” he picked up the bottle of cough syrup, cracking the lid. He poured out a tablespoon.

Elide sniffed at it distrustingly, then shook her head. “Smells gross.”

“Yeah, but you got that good shit with codeine.”

She rose a brow, looking at him with a small smile. Lorcan chuckled, then Elide dutifully downed the sickly sweet syrup. The synthetic cherry taste made her stick out her tongue in disgust, shuddering, “Nasty.”

“It’ll help,” he told her. 

And he was right. Elide barely made it through her soup, a round of her antibiotics and steroids, and a bite of ice cream before she fell asleep against Lorcan.

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The next couple days passed in a haze for Elide. Her fever persisted, making her brain fuzzy and unable to properly register what was happening outside of the periphery of her consciousness. Lorcan had relented after thirty-six hours, letting her move from his bed to his living room couch. He’d taken the week off of work to dote on her.

At first, she’d protested that, but he quickly shut that down. Elide decided if he insisted on fussing, then she would take full advantage of it.

Currently, she was curled in the corner of the couch. She sat supported by the armrest because she could breathe better upright. 

Elide coughed into her clenched fist, wheezing. The Twilight Saga: Eclipse played on the TV. She knew it was only because she was miserably ill that Lorcan hadn’t complained when she declared they were to have a Twilight marathon.

Lorcan came over from the kitchen with a new cup of tea. “How you feeling?”

“Horrible,” she said. She shuffled over to make room for him. After he sat, Elide crawled into his lap. She rested her face against his neck, her breathing congested. “This sucks.”

“I know,” he told her. Lorcan helped her sip some of her tea. “You should have a bath or shower after the movie’s done. Steam all that crap out of your head.”

Elide grinned lewdly, her head lolling back against his shoulder. “Someone’s eager to get me naked and wet, eh?” Her laughter was a wet, phlegmy rasp. 

Lorcan arched a brow at her, clearly unimpressed by her brush with comedy. She chuckled to herself as she drank the rest of her tea, and he just played with her hair.

Ten minutes later, Elide nestled closer to Lorcan. Sudden chills had come over her, making her shiver. “You cold?” He bent his head to look at her. 

She nodded.

“Alright.” He shifted her in his arms, then got up with her cradled against his chest. Lorcan carried her to his luxurious bathroom. It had a tub big enough to hold both of them reclined with room to spare, complete with jets and heated tiles.

As he prepared to draw her a bath, Lorcan set Elide down. He got her a fresh towel and hung it on the heated towel rack. Elide watched him with slitted eyes. Over the past few days, he’d done everything in his power to make sure she wanted for nothing. She could hardly move without Lorcan bringing her more tea or her favourite foods. When he brought her her medicine, he gently coaxed her to take it.

Elide didn’t know how to take it. On one hand, she liked this kind of treatment, but on the other, she had no idea what it meant. It could’ve just been because she was sick, so she didn’t want to ask about it.

Lorcan turned away from her as she got undressed, even though he was very well acquainted with her bare body. Elide thought his attempted chivalry was too funny, but she kept her thoughts to herself. He didn’t turn back until she was submerged in the steaming water up to her head. 

He brought her a glass of water so she wouldn’t overheat. He took her temperature again. 

“Better?” Elide croaked. “I feel better than yesterday.” She hadn’t moved all day, trapped in feverish hallucinations between Lorcan waking her up just long enough to take her medicine. 

“Mmm, yeah. Down to thirty-eight.” He smiled briefly. “We’ll break this fever soon.”

Elide lifted her hand, catching his. She smiled at him, “Good.”

After her bath, she felt drowsy, so he carried her back to bed. She took her meds, then reclined against a strategically constructed mound of pillows. Lorcan joined her, winding his warm body around her to ward off any chills. 

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Her fever stayed down overnight, although Elide woke up feeling like her lungs had been scrubbed with sandpaper. She was alone in bed, Lorcan elsewhere in the apartment. Elide’s entire body ached like she’d just run a marathon.

“Lorcan,” she croaked. “Lor…”

She could hear his footsteps jogging across the apartment before he appeared in the doorway. “Hey, you’re awake.” Lorcan came over to her side with a steaming mug. He helped Elide sit up before handing her the cup of elderberry and lemon tea. As she took a sip, Elide coughed with a whimper. He kissed her temple as he felt the back of her neck. “Temp feels good.”

“It hurts,” Elide mumbled.

“Hurts? Where, baby?” 

With a screwed-up expression, Elide gestured annoyedly at her body. “Everywhere.” 

He hummed, “I’ll get you some Tylenol.” Lorcan moved to get up, but she tightened her hold on his hoodie.

“I don’t want any,” she said. “Can you stay with me? What’re you even doing out there?”

Lorcan winced like he was reluctant to tell her. “I was, uh, just checking on some,” he averted his eyes, “cases.”

Elide’s eyes went wide, and she attempted to surge to her feet. “You’re working? Let me see.” Without much effort, Lorcan stopped her. He eased her back down, ignoring Elide’s complaints. “Lor, please, I just want to look.”

“You barely have enough energy to get through a movie, no way are you doing legal consulting,” Lorcan grumbled. He pinned her in place with a glare.

She wrapped her hands around his arm, leaning in to entice him. “Why don’t you work in here? I’ll behave.”

Lorcan snorted because he didn’t believe for a second that Elide could help herself. “Uh-huh.” She made her eyes wide, not above pouting a bit. He narrowed his gaze at her but cracked after five silent, tense seconds. “Fine. I’ll work in here, if you promise that you won’t even ask to look at anything.”

“I promise,” Elide beamed. She reclined against the headboard with her cup of tea.

Lorcan got up to bring his work into the bedroom. 

For the first while, Elide held up her end of the deal. She sipped her tea and laid next to him, not even stealing a peek at anything. The day before, Lorcan had gone to her apartment to get some of her things, including her laptop. She was watching Ted Lasso while Lorcan worked.

Once she finished her tea, though, Elide grew antsy. First, she closed her laptop and pushed it away. She wound her arms around one of his, resting her cheek against his bicep. “Whatcha doing?” she whispered.

“Working,” he answered flatly. He angled the paper away so she couldn’t see it. “Nothing you’d be interested in.” It was a laughable statement. When it came to jurisprudence, Elide was interested in it all.

Her eyes travelled up his profile. She regarded his glasses, resting on the straight, proud bridge of his nose. Elide smiled against his arm, “You look good in those glasses.”

“Mm.”

Elide hooked her thigh over his hip, ignoring how aching her joints were. She moved closer and figured she could use her feminine wiles to get her way. 

“It’s not going to work.”

She fell back with a whine, coughing once. “Come on! I’m literally asking for it, please?”

Lorcan just shook his head. “Nope.”

Elide stared balefully at the man beside her. He either didn’t notice her glare or was ignoring her, though she suspected it was the latter. He flipped through a thick bundle of paper. Every now and then he’d pause to mark something, or make a note on his legal pad.

She clicked her tongue, half-heartedly kicking his shin. “You’re being mean.”

“You promised you wouldn’t ask me about work,” he replied evenly. “And I don’t fuck sick people.”

Feeling miffed, Elide declared, “It’s funny how you care so much now when four days ago, you were perfectly happy fucking me in this bed.” 

Lorcan shut his eyes with a sigh. He opened them again, looking at her with unending patience. “Baby, four days ago, we did not fuck. I gave you head for, like, five minutes before you passed out for ten hours.”

The way that Lorcan measured her wellness against the length of time that he’d eaten her out had her smirking. She vaguely remembered that night, yet had assumed her foggy memory was due to further activities. Not until now had she linked that gap in her recollection to her illness.

Elide cocked her head to the side, “You stayed with me the whole night?”

“Of course I did,” he frowned. He put his work aside, turning over. Lorcan cupped her jaw and flicked his eyes over her face. “I woke you up and all you said was ‘too tired’ before you were out again.” He wrapped his arms around her, completely abandoning his work to hold her. “I didn’t sleep at all.”

A happy grin curled over her lips. “You were that worried about lil’ old me?”

Lorcan chuckled, idly rubbing her back up and down. “I’d like to think I’m the kind of man who cares about his girlfriend when she’s sick.”

Elide blinked once before her smile softened. She sunk deeper into his side, asking, “Girlfriend, huh?”

His hand paused. He looked down at her. “Well, yeah. We said we weren’t seeing other people, that we didn’t want to; it follows that that would make you my girlfriend.”

Sometimes, most of the time, her favourite thing about Lorcan was his brevity. She hummed a bit, nodding to herself. “What fine reasoning skills you have, Salvaterre.” Tracing a fingertip of his shirt collar, Elide said, “So, I suppose that would make you my boyfriend, then.”

“That conclusion is both sound and valid,” Lorcan answered, his voice lower. He dipped his head to kiss the underside of her jaw. “Love it when you talk logic to me, baby.”

Her laugh vibrated against his lips, and the rasping note reminded him of how ill Elide was. Reluctantly, Lorcan pulled himself up. Their faces were close, almost close enough to share a breath. He so desperately wanted to kiss her.

She could see in his eyes what he wanted. With more restraint than she thought she had, Elide turned her head away. “I’ll get you sick.”

“I can live with that.”

Elide rolled her eyes. She looked at him shrewdly, swayed by the curve of his plush lips. Before her reasoning could win out, Elide gave him a swift peck. “That’s all you get.”

“Tch, cruel thing.”

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an: @empress-ofbloodshed ok ok its not the one i told u abt but shes coming i swear (also jules i WILL work on that sneaky little mb outtake ok 🥺🤞)

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[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 28: Pulling a ‘Ferris Bueller’

Fandom: SHINee

Sickie: Taemin, Jonghyun, Onew

Caregiver(s): Kibum, Minho

Word Count: 1,912

Note: This was actually one of the first ever Kpop sickfic ideas I had. The circumstances have changed time and time again, but the only scene that has remained consistent is Kibum being annoyed that all his sick members are no longer asleep. Also, I actually hate the movie "Ferris Bueller's Day Off," and I just wanted to say that. I don't know why, but I just don't like it.

The sound of his alarm was never Kibum’s favorite, but today, he was even less excited to greet the morning. Mostly because he was, by default, in charge of SHINee on this day. Sure, the SHINee he was in charge of was just Minho and himself, but that made it worse. 

Especially because they were scheduled to attend a variety show infamous for its aggressive, mean-spirited hosts, invasive questions, and uncomfortable games and challenges. When their manager had told them about the schedule two months ago, Onew had very professionally argued against the appearance on behalf of the team, but there was nothing their manager could do: the company had made the arrangement, and there would be no withdrawal. 

Then, a week before the taping, Taemin got sick. Junmyeon had warned them that the entirely of EXO had been taken down by the flu, yet Taemin had insisted on meeting up with Jongin to choreograph. So it was more disappointing than surprising that Taemin caught the flu too, and was beyond miserable. 

Their manager had reached out to the variety show, letting them know that Taemin would be missing, and asking if they wanted to reschedule. The show had refused to cancel, saying they would take whoever was healthy. 

By Tuesday, Jonghyun was also sick. Despite their best efforts (i.e. moving rooms to isolate Taemin, amping up vitamin intake, etc.), there was no full proof method for avoiding Lee Taemin’s puppy dog eyes. And Jonghyun had always been the most vulnerable to them.

Still, the show’s hosts remained adamant: they wanted SHINee on, and they’d take whoever was available. The remaining trio had discussed plan after plan on how to handle the show’s hosts. 

But those plans had all been thrown to the wayside when their manager had driven Jinki to the hospital at 1am that morning to confirm that he, too, had the flu. 

So now it was just Kibum and Minho. Yippee.

After getting himself ready, Kibum moved into the hallway and could see light flashing into the hall from the TV in the living room. The sound was low, but the closer he got, the more he could hear it. He barely even looked at the screen before turning his attention to the couch. A beat after Kibum looked, Jonghyun’s head swiveled to address him. The older man looked a right mess: chaotic bedhead, pallid skin, rumpled pajama pants with a hoodie that had definitely shrunk in the wash. Blanket kicked into a ball at the end of the couch. An empty orange juice jug on the floor beside him. 

“Be honest: did you sleep at all?” 

Jonghyun nodded. “Yeah, from about 7pm until 2am.” He paused, cleared his throat, winced at the pain. “Then I woke up, and took more meds, but haven’t been able to fall back to sleep.”  

Kibum nodded approvingly. “Why’re you out here?”

“Taemin’s clingy, and I needed to breathe.”

“Fair enough.” Kibum moved off into the kitchen, starting the coffee maker and pulling out some fruit and toast for breakfast. As he worked, he heard Minho enter the living room, stop and talk with Jonghyun. Then he heard a door open down the hall, a harsh cough preceding slow steps. 

“What are you doing up?” Minho asked. 

“I have the day’s schedule,” Jinki replied. Kibum turned just in time to see Minho ushering the leader into the kitchen and sitting him down at the table. 

“Why did you just send it to us?” Minho asked, hands on his hips. 

Jinki shrugged. “I didn’t think of that…”

Taemin rounded the corner, moving straight to the fridge in daze. He peered around, whining softly. “Has anyone seen the orange juice?” 

Kibum’s eyes snapped to the couch, catching the moment Jonghyun hid the empty bottle under the side table. 

“We must be out, baby,” Minho replied gently, rubbing the back of Taemin’s neck soothingly. “We’ll get more on our way home tonight.” Taemin whined again, unable to verbally express his agitation. 

“Why are all of you awake?!” Kibum exclaimed.

“I need to update you on…”

“Hyung, you’re the only one with a real reason,” Kibum interrupted Jinki, placing a consoling hand on his shoulder. “And while I wish that wasn’t the case, I get it. You two!” He glared at Taemin specifically before continuing, “should still be asleep!”

“I just wanted juice…” Taemin complained, visibly upset that he was being called out for being awake. 

“Tae baby, come here.” Jonghyun opened his arms, beckoning the younger man over. Taemin responded automatically, collapsing against his hyung. 

“Speaking of the updates, lay it on us.” Minho nodded towards Jinki. “The faster you do, the faster we get you back to bed.”

Jinki nodded gratefully, turning his attention to the calendar on his phone. “Well, the leader meeting is at 10am, but I can always just ask Victoria to bring me notes, so you can say no to that…”

“I’d like to go…” Kibum spoke up. 

“Who says you get to go? Why not me?” Minho exclaimed. 

“Cause I’m older, so I’m the stand in leader.”

“I feel like this calls for…”

“No.” Jinki shook his head. “We’re not fighting about this. I’m texting Vic. Next.” Both Kibum and Minho’s mouths snapped closed like scolded children. As Jinki assessed the list on his phone, Jonghyun wandered into the kitchen, pulling out the chair next to Jinki and sitting down. He scooted close enough to rest his head on the leader’s shoulder. 

Kibum raised an eyebrow. “So Taemin’s too clingy, but it’s fine when you do it?”

Jonghyun’s glare wasn’t half as sharp as normal. “Taemin wraps his entire body around you like an octopus. That’s too much contact. This is perfect.”

Jinki patted the side of his head affectionately before continuing. “Anyway, we have Practice Room 3 reserved for the morning, so do with that what you like. It really doesn’t matter to me, just be somewhat productive. Now… I did text our manager about the taping this afternoon and, even though he hasn’t gotten back just yet, I think we know what their answer is going to be.”

Minho groaned. “Why are they do dead set on us coming on their show?”

“To embarrass us,” Jonghyun replied. He frowned. “It’s obvious that they have something planned, and want to see us humiliated. It’ll boost their ratings. Remember what they did to Got7 last year? I can’t believe they’re still on the air…”

“You said it yourself: their ratings are through the roof. People eat this shit up,” Kibum scowled. 

“I wonder what they have on us, though,” Jinki mused, getting lost in thought at that. “And how they still think it would land with only two of us…”

Minho gasped, spine straightening, eyes aflame. “IDEA!” Kibum smacked his ribs for being too loud after Jinki winced and they could hear Taemin whining from the couch. “Sorry, but this could work. Why don’t Kibum and I just call in sick too? I mean, would they really question it?”

“Yes, they would. They made hyung go get a flu test last night at like 1am,” Kibum pointed out. Jinki nodded in confirmation. “Also, we need the dance practice, so we can’t just call out for the whole day.”

“Shit, I forgot about that.” Minho pursed his lips in thought, leaning back against the kitchen counter. His eyebrows had just knit together in thought for a moment before he snapped his fingers suddenly. “What if we get our manager in on it?”

“Why would he agree to help us? Attendance is, ya know, kinda mandatory?” Kibum replied. 

“Only for practice. And he’s also really cool, and has been very sympathetic about the whole variety show situation thus far, you know?” 

“I’m sorry, but don’t think it’s gonna work, Minho.” Kibum shook his head. “Trust me, I wish it would. As much as I want to avoid looking like a fool on national television, I just don’t think we can.” 

As he spoke, Taemin shuffled into the kitchen, feeling very left out, and practically melted against Jinki’s other side, arms wrapping around the leader’s chest. Jonghyun pointed at him for emphasis. “See? Octopus!” 

“Something tells me you guys aren’t really listening to me.” Minho’s tone was hurt, but he was smiling as he watched Jinki squirm a bit out of Taemin’s hold despite the younger’s protests. 

“Tae baby, I’m so sorry, but you cannot be this close right now,” the leader said gently. Taemin whined. “I know that you want snuggles, but I literally want to claw my skin off of my body right now, and you are just too warm.” Minho stepped forward and pulled Taemin against his side, allowing the younger boy to cling onto him. Minho hated to admit how right Jonghyun was; Taemin really was reminding him of an octopus. 

“We’re listening, love, we’re just scared it won’t work,” Jonghyun replied to Minho’s earlier complaint. 

“Unless…” All eyes turned to Kibum, who was staring intently at the floor, his fingers working distractedly at the zipper on his jacket. A clear sign that the gears in his brain were rapidly turning. After a moment, he snapped back to reality, meeting his groups’ eyes one by one. “We only get one shot at this.” He then raced off back down the hall. Minho’s brow furrowed in confusion. The same look crossed Taemin’s face. Jinki and Jonghyun exchanged an equally stunned look. 

When Kibum returned a moment later, he immediately pointed to Minho and Taemin. “You two, go cuddle up on the couch. Minho, I need you to look at pathetic as possible.”

“What?” Minho laughed out loud. 

Kibum snapped his fingers. “You two. Couch. Go!” Minho and Taemin scurried away as told. Kibum then turned back to his two hyungs in the kitchen. “Your job’s easy: sit still a minute.” Kibum revealed the thermometer gun he’d run to grab, aiming it at Jonghyun’s forehead first. When the instrument beeped, he snapped a picture of the result, then turned towards the living room. Minho and Taemin had listened. Good. Kibum reset the thermometer, and aimed it at Jinki this time. After the beep, he sprinted into the living room. “Say cheese,” he joked, snapping a picture of the thermometer with Minho and Taemin on the couch in the background. He then set to work tapping on his screen. 

“Care to share the plan, sir?” Minho asked. He tried to sit up, but was met with a very insistent, cuddly Taemin pinning him down to the couch. 

“I’m telling our manager you threw up last night and are running a fever now. And that I also woke up with a fever and sore throat.” 

“How authentic,” Jonghyun commented from the doorway of the kitchen where he and Jinki were leaning to be a part of the action. 

Minho frowned. “Why do I have to be the one that threw up? That’s so gross.”

Kibum rolled his eyes. “It’s  not like it’s real.”

“But now our manager’s gonna think…”

“Minho, it’s really not that serious.” Jinki walked over to the couch, collapsing by his dongsaengs’ feet. “We don’t even know if he’s gonna buy it yet. Fingers crossed, though.”

“Fingers crossed,” Kibum repeated, staring impatiently at his phone screen. This could either be their greatest triumph of teamwork, or the longest day of their life. And it all depended on the three little dots that had just appeared on his screen…

[twofortea]

I'm considering myself as having completed a full bingo board (original link here) because some of the things I posted check several different boxes (it's not cheating hush) but OVERALL this was a successful finish your fucking fics february ✨

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February summary:

New chapter of This Love is Spandex but It's Floral (gaisaku, rated T)

When she was a genin, she thought Gai-sensei was just a preview into what Lee would look like in ten years. An older version, more capable and more confident, with a smile that was even more blinding. But as the years passed, she got to know Gai-sensei as Gai. And she learned he was something else entirely.

comfort me (won't you please) (kakasaku, rated M)

Her throat constricted as a tall shadow appeared in the doorway, as if summoned by her thoughts. Sakura wiped her nose with the back of her hand. Maybe it was bad of her to think it, but she was surprised that her Sensei even thought to come by and check on her.

To Say Goodbye (gen fic)

For every day of the past week, Sakura has wondered if today will be the last day; if this will be the day that haunts her when she remembers her mentor. Today, she knows without hesitation. 

Stress Relief (kakasaku, rated E)

Whenever Kakashi wonders what it’s all for, Sakura pulls him back. Kinktober Prompt: Somnophilia

3 chapters of Love in Bloom (inosaku, rated T)

A drabble series about Ino and Sakura. Chapter 1: Married to the Job Chapter 2: Sickfic Chapter 3: Possessive

Burnin' Up (kakasaku, rated E)

He should know better, he really should, but then she’s shimmying down his chest, her hands tracing the muscles of his thighs. Her eyes flutter up at him, and he forgets all about the poignant scent of vanilla and the smoky scent in the air that smells a little too acrid to be artificial.

Dreaming Lucid (inokarin, rated E)

Her mind conjures the image that the nails grazing against her scalp are painted blue, that the long hair tickling her upper back is platinum blonde, that the eyes drilling into her skull are a unique shade of turquoise. An unofficial sequel / continuation to Never Let Me Go by lightweaver <3

New chapter of No Dogs Allowed (kakasaku, rated T)

“Sorry about that. He’s very cute, and it’s not my rule, but unfortunately, I have to enforce–” “Service dogs are permitted, correct?” He stares at her with an unreadable expression, the sounds of his dog now licking himself making the atmosphere even more uncomfortable. “…Yes?” “Mahh, then there’s no problem.” He smiles with an accompanying eye-crease before continuing in a rather breezy tone, “Pakkun’s my service dog."

[k-sickies]

Hey! How are you?

I have two things to ask:

1 - what are your emeto headcanons for Lee Know and Bang Chan?

2 - Can I request a Sickfic where Felix gets sick during one of the awards ceremony? I have a thing for getting sick in public (not necessarily in front of everyone but like, having to leave or be taken to the bathroom). Caretakers are up to you!

💜

Did I just stop in the middle of a convenient store and put my 5 am noodles away to answer this? Yes absolutely!

I'm doing fine, a bit insomniac though haha

About that Felix fic yes absolutely!

And headcanons:

Bang Chan:

- definitely has a noisy tummy. I also see him as someone who would have queasy burps, maybe even hiccups

- He would deal with it on his own and just randomly would mention it and joke about it to play it down

- sensitive stomach and would always feel at least a bit nauseous after eating

- does love tummy rubs when he is nauseous but would never ask for it

- would just grab a bucket and hide in his studio to throw up while he works

- definitely gets dizzy and shaky after throwing up and needs water

- is either quiet or really loud

- probably embarrassed if someone would catch him throwing up but also feels at ease when one of his loved ones are by his side.

- often gets sick because of migraines or insomnia

- will get sweaty A LOT

Lee Know

- please hold his hand he needs that

- doesn't seem like that but would test uo while throwing up

- lots of dry gagging and would just feel very nauseous and icky before he eventually throws up

- he loves it when someone would put a hand on his stomach to provide some warmth when he feels sick

- nauseous burps and whimpers

- gets stomach cramps whenever he is nauseous

- besides stomach bugs I think overwhelming situations would make him nauseous. Definitely would feel nauseous and anxious and stressful situations

- would try to hide it but before he would throw up alone he would call someone to at least stand in front of the bathroom

- sometimes has trouble throwing up and would ask someone to press in his stomach to help him

- gets really dizzy and is short of breath when nauseous