#namjoon sick

[taegularities]

imagine a jjk x bts au with jungkook as geto

[sickonthedancefloor]

Sicktember Prompt: Day 17 – Brain Fog/Spaced Out Fandom: BTS Sickie: Namjoon Caregiver: Jin, Hoseok

It's short but it was fun~

“I don’t think he’s noticed,” Hoseok whispers to Jin.

Namjoon was battling a pretty long-lasting case of the flu, but with their current deadlines, he opted to still come into the office instead of hanging out to rest in their apartment. The acoustics were better, he said, when Jin gave him a huge bag of cough drops and a fresh blister pack of cold medication. But when Namjoon had stared at it, unsure what to do, Jin decided he’d tag along. Both of them masked up, to keep Namjoon from plaguing anyone else, Jin trying to prevent himself from catching it (he hopes), but he’s just trying not to laugh at this point.

Hoseok, who was Namjoon’s ‘consult’ on a song, was nothing short of menacing. They have a backtrack going on for a seventh loop, and he’d said he’d help once Namjoon finished his tea.

“It’s just so hot,” Namjoon grumbles, blowing on his cup again. He takes a sip.

There’s an electric kettle plugged in behind him, and as Namjoon closes his eyes and bobs to the music, Hoseok refills his mug.

Does Jin feel bad for gaslighting his leader? A little. Is it keeping him hydrated? Definitely.

The song loops for an eighth time. Hoseok checks his phone, as Namjoon slouches in his chair and leans back. He yawns. He really hasn’t noticed at all. But it’s that brain fog from illness; time isn’t running the same way for all three of them in the room.

“Just give it a moment,” Jin says from the couch. “Let’s listen to the song for this third time, inspiration will hit.”

Namjoon nods, eyes unfocusing as he stares at the screen. “You’re right. I just gotta give it a moment.”

It’s been quite a few moments already. Hoseok spins his chair away so his snickering into his own mask doesn’t give him away and just turns on his phone again. Namjoon takes another sip, then sets the cup down and crosses his arms. And in approximately one more minute, he snores. Jin and Hoseok make eye contact and grin. Even if it’s not the most comfortable, they can give him a quick nap before convincing him to go back home.

[cld9writes]

✩that tight little dress✩ - namjoon x reader kinktober #2

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day two - roleplay

reader! afab!reader, fem!reader

word count! 1.9k words

tags! roleplay, wall sex, unprotected sex (don't do that.), dirty talk, self-indulgent degradation

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The man across the bar is staring at you like he’s starving. Deep, dark eyes slowly roaming over your body, lips pressed together in an attempt to keep from drooling. His finger strokes across the top of his thigh nervously. The deep red dress that hugs your figure is drawing him in, begging him to come over and flirt with you. Begging him to come over and take you back to his place. He wants to get to know every inch of your body, to rip that dress off and figure out who you are.

That’s the storyline, anyway.

You’ve decided to try something different with your boyfriend. You wouldn’t have guessed it when you started dating, but him being into roleplay made more sense as time went on. You’ve tried tons of different scenarios- college professor and his student dying for extra credit, massage therapist, royalty and their favorite suitor, forbidden lovers. But never pretending to be strangers. It seemed a little odd to him at first- why would you want to fuck a stranger when he’s right at home? But then you explained it to him-

You get the thrill and rush of feeling like you’re doing something naughty, something new. But you have the guaranteed safety net and emotional closeness of your pre-existing relationship. Once it became less about strangers and more about thrill-seeking, he was a hundred percent on board.

That’s what brought you to this dark nightclub. In your tight little dress, in your light little heels, with your tight little pussy aching to be stuffed full of cock. But you haven’t “met” him yet, so that’s entirely out of the question. At least let the man buy you a drink before he lets him take you home. 

The tall man practically glides over to you, standing a stool away from you. He waits for your eyes to meet him before 

“I know you probably don’t want to hear it from me, but you look stunning.” He opens. You smile, heart fluttering now that the scene has truly started. You giggle, trying to cover up the nerves.

“Thank you! I wanted to look nice tonight, but stunning is even better.”

“For tonight?” He wonders. “You have something special going on? I wouldn’t want to impose.” 

“I’m supposed to meet up with some friends.” You shrug, as if these non-existent friends are more party buddies than true confidants. “But don’t worry about imposing- I'd Much rather talk with you. I’m Y/N. What’s your name?”

“Kim Namjoon.” He smiles, sitting in the barstool next to you. “You have a lovely name, Y/N.”

You two continue to play the scene out over drinks. It’s fun to pretend to be these alter egos. It’s not anything special, but seeing how different your dynamic could’ve been if you met differently, or were different people, is certainly interesting. It doesn’t take long before you’re both slightly sick of the acting, though, and want to get to a different kind of fun. Namjoon breaks the silence first and clears his throat.

“Are you still meeting with your friends?” He asks. You roll your eyes, drinking the rest of your whiskey. 

“No, I’m not.” You say, completely indifferent. “Why?” Namjoon finishes his own drink before responding.

“I was wondering if you’d like to rest at my place. I’d hate for you to go home alone, and I’m sober enough to drive.”

“Why wouldn’t I just go back to mine? Make you drop me off?” You say indignantly. Something in his eyes shifts. They seem sharper, more direct. Your stomach clenches at the change.

“Because we both know what you really want,” He whispers, leaned in right next to your ear. “And I certainly can’t let you go home unsatisfied.” And that’s all it takes. Within minutes, you’ve paid the tab and left the bar.

He drives you back to “his” place, touching you the whole way. For just a moment, he dips his hand down between your legs. He doesn’t touch you, mind you, he wouldn’t dare risk fucking you in the back seat. But the closeness, the hovering, the heat of his fingers. It all makes you bite the inside of your cheek and clench your thighs together. He’s pleased with this reaction and places his hand back on top of your leg. 

He barely manages to get you through the front door before his hand has fully slipped inside your dress. He thought about you while you were walking up the stairs, but he’s fed up now. He just wants to touch you, to feel how wet you are for him. His long fingers slide over the slick bottom of your panties and he relishes in just how soaked you are.

“This worked up over a man you just met.” He clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “Shameful little girl, aren’t you?”

“Don’t be such an a-ass.” You snap, trying your best not to stammer. He’s not making it easy. He slips your panties to the side and sticks a finger inside your soaked cunt, testing the waters. The way your walls ache to clench around it tells him you need more. Ever the gentleman, that’s exactly what he gives you.

He pulls you into a kiss, the taste of whiskey still strong on his tongue. You moan into the kiss, grinding your clit down against the rough palm of his hand. He follows suit, moving his hand in small, controlled circles as he finger-fucks you. 

“I can’t wait to go to bed” He huffs. “Just let me fuck you right here.” 

“I don’t know… what if you drop me?” You know he won’t. He’s fucked you up against the wall pleanty of times. But you wanna hear him assure you.

“I never would. Trust me, I’d have to be one stupid bastard to let you fall. You’ve trusted me this much, and I know you’re aching for some cock. Just trust me one more time.” He slips a hand under your thigh, stroking your soft skin as he awaits your okay. 

“Fine.” You sigh. “Pick me up.” 

Without hesitation, he does just that. He hoists you up against the wall, holding you in one arm and pressing the two of your bodies into the wall for added support. After miraculously removing his clothing from the waist down, he taps the sides of your thigh 

You sling your legs over his hips, finally letting him support your weight. He teases your folds with the tip of his cock, fat head threatening to break you as it pushes in. You moan behind bitten lips, almost drowning out the growled “fuck” that slips out of the man before you.

His thick cock fits nearly perfectly within your plush pussy. Despite acting like you’ve never met, it’s clear your cunt has molded to his shape. It’s like he’s been designed to fill you up and hit all those spots every time. The perfect cock, all for you. 

Namjoon kisses you again, pushing you further into the wall as he begins thrusting. Because of the curl in your stomach, he’s instantly rubbing up against your g-spot. He fucks you hard and slow, desperate to feel each moan of yours vibrate on his lips.

“You’re such a slut. He spits between kisses. “You let a man you’ve never met rawdog you in his entryway? What a shame…” 

“I’m not a slu-” You attempt to protest. He chuckles and kisses you, swallowing your response.

He drops his hands down to your pussy, playing with your clit as he fucks you. The double stimulation is incredible, it’s got your mind going blank as he pushes you against the wall against and again. You’re probably going to have bruises on your shoulder blades but it doesn’t matter.

The sex is filthy. You can’t stop moaning, you can’t shut up. Your pussy is sopping wet, and each thrust fills the air with disgustingly lewd noises. Your creamy cunt is dripping everywhere, soaking his upper thighs and dripping out onto the floor. He’s teasing your clit like he isn’t pounding into your stomach, like you aren’t already about to cum. You’re babbling, going on and on about how good it feels and how happy you are it’s his cock filling you up. He tries to shut you up with kisses, but he’s getting drunk off your ramblings and can’t stop.

“You’re shameless…ngh- fuck!”

“Mhm! Mhm!” You nod desperately. You are. You’re clawing at the fabric of his shirt, desperate to get even closer. You want his dick in your stomach, in your throat. You want to be able to taste it from where it stands. Because his fingers and his cock have turned you into some kind of freak and you just want more of it.

“I’m g-gonna cum!” You pant. “Gonna cum s-soon~!” He speeds up a little bit, both his pelvis and fingers. You reach your climax, screaming in pleasure as you cream over his throbbing cock. He fucks you through your high, not giving a single shit about how sensitive you may be or how this may end for him.

Your legs shake and squeeze his sides as you ride out your orgasm, desperate for more and for it to be over at the same time. He’s still pounding into you relentlessly, and he grabs your jaw to make you look at him.

“You see how good that felt? See how good it feels to be a slut for me? You think anyone else could’ve given you that tonight? No one else would’ve bothered. But I took care of that cunt of yours. You got that?”

“Yes, sir.” 

“Sir? Aren’t you ob- fucking hell- obedient-!” His hard persona is faltering, and you can tell it’s because he’s getting close to finishing himself. He can only take so much, but his hand falls right back to teasing your clit and swollen lips. He’s desperate for you to enjoy it for just as long as he does.

Your cumming has made it difficult for him, though. The extra warmth, softness, and tightness makes it feel like you’ve become a succubus, and he wants nothing more than to give his soul to you.

His thrusts are becoming erratic and sloppy. He’s chasing a high he’s far too close to, desperate to cum inside you. Desperate to defile that perfect cunt. His breathing is ragged and fast, he sounds like he’s been running for hours. And you still can’t get a single word out. You try. You try and you try. But the pounding of his cock and his fingers on your swollen clit make the words catch in your throat and come out and moans, curses or whines. Because all you can feel, all you’re aware of.

You two end up finishing at the same time. You reach a second orgasm, creaming all over his thick shaft. This is what finally does it for him, and he finishes inside of you. You feel your insides flood with hot, sticky cum  as he leans against the wall to support your weight. His thighs are shaking against yours, and he’s trying to control his breathing. He swallows hard, trying to calm down before speaking.

“I’m so glad I met you.” He sighs, a smile tugging at his lips. He’s not acting anymore. This is much deeper, much more real. You smile, dropping your head in lieu of giving him a hug. 

“I’m glad I met you, too.” 

You come to an unspoken agreement to stay like that for just a second longer. Just until you can stand on your own again.

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and that's day two. this one is a little more disjointed cuz i literally banged this out in under two hours. sorry about that. hope y'all enjoyed tho <3

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[comfortjoonie]

sick joon drabble

thoughts of an extremely nauseous joonie..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[crystalsnow95z]

I'm unhappy with my current drafts so I'm just gonna write just whatever comes to mind. No matter how it ends up, I'm gonna post it. Forgive me if it's not good. Some days, you just have to write just for the enjoyment and not care about results.

As Jin is returning soon he's the target of my story

Warning: emeto, fever.

Sickie: Jin with a bit of Yoongi. (Because my mind said so)

Caregivers: ot7

Jin presses his forehead against Yoongi's shoulder, trying to shield his eyes from the light that caused pain to ripple across his aching head.

"What's wrong Hyungie? Your breathing is off.." Yoongi speaks softly to him, running his hand through his hair. Yoongi couldn't recall Jin ever getting sick from flying. Seokjin is usually the one caring for the younger members, him included.

"All the flashing lights at the airport gave me a headache that's all.. I'll be okay." Jin picks up his head to talk to Yoongi, but Yoongi pushes him back down when he sees a flash of pain in Seokjins eyes.

"I got some medicine to help with the pain, just rest now. Okay? Let me take care of you this time Hyungie" Yoongi digs through his carry on for some pain relievers and an eye mask frowning when he hears only a single pill rattling. Sh*t.. will this be enough to help? I thought I had more.

"This should help at least a little..it's only 200mgs though.." Yoongi speaks softly, not wanting to risk making his hyung feel worse. "I'm sorry..I'm usually better prepared for travel.."

"No, no its okay. Thank you..this will be enough to help. Its not that bad really..I'll just sleep it off." Jin swallows the small pill, drinking the bit of water he had left in his bottle, covering his eyes up, leaning his head back against Yoongi.

Yoongi tries to gently massage Jin's temple to help ease the pain, relaxing when he hears the older’s breathing slow as he falls asleep. "I hope you feel better soon.." he whispers, brushing Jin's hair behind his ear when he sees it tickling Jin's ear, making him twitch in his sleep.

"What's wrong with Seokjinnie-hyung?" Namjoon whispers when he sees Yoongi's worried expression, taking out his headphones.

"Hyungie isn't feeling well, he said he just had a headache, but it sounds like he was suppressing coughs while we were going through the airport.." Yoongi whispers underneath his breath, Namjoon having to read his lips and lean forward to understand him.

"I'll get some medicine for him.." Namjoon promises, knowing Yoongi wouldn't want to risk waking up Jin by trying to flag down a staff member.

"That'd be great, thanks Namjoon-ah.. i gave him what i had, but i don't think its enough..Namjoon... could you ah..get me some water too?" Yoongi asks in a small voice.

"Are you feeling sick too?" Namjoon furrows his brow with worry when he sees that Yoongi's cheeks lacked color.

"I'm fine. I just took the medicine for motion sickness a little too late. It'll pass in a bit.. Don't worry." Yoongi gives Namjoon a reassuring smile, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach. There's no focus point in the sky like in a car to help.. maybe I'll try to sleep too..

"Tell me if you still feel sick an hour after landing okay hyung?" Namjoon orders gently. "Just because Seokjinnie-hyung is feeling sick doesn't mean how you feel isn’t just as important.."

"I will, Joon-ah.. thank you.." Yoongi leans his head against Jin's closing his eyes, finding comfort in the familiar scent of Jin's shampoo filling his nostrils. It's a short flight.. just two and a half hours.. when I wake up, we'll be landing.. I'll feel better then..

"Hyung.." Yoongi calls to Jin, who was still asleep on his shoulder. "We landed. You need to wake up now.. Hyung.." he gently shakes his shoulder to try to jostle him awake.

"Mmmn? What?" Jin blinks his eyes slowly, trying to process what the oldest rapper was saying to him, removing the blind fold. "Yoongi..?"

"Hyungie we landed. It's time to get off the plane.." Yoongi repeats himself patiently, waiting for recognition to light up in Jin's eyes.

"Ah..right.. the award show.." Jin sits upright, wincing at the tension in his neck. "I slept in that position too long.."

"I'll see what I can do about it while we're in the car. I'm sorry, me sleeping against your head probably made it worse.." Yoongi gently rubs the back of Jin's neck, feeling the tension that limited Jin's movement.

"Yoongi please don't.. that hurts.." Jin pushes Yoongi's hands away, wincing at his touch."I'll ask for a heat pack.."

"I'm sorry Hyungie. I'm sorry.." Yoongi frowns, his eyes dilating with worry, his stomach knotting with guilt.. "You might need to make an appointment to see a chiropractor."

"Don't worry so much Yoongi-yah. You just wanted to help and i appreciate it, but it's okay. it's not that bad, but I'll talk to staff if it'll make you feel better." Jin smiles through the pain, putting a hand on Yoongi's shoulder. "Let's get off this plane. I'm gonna take a shower and nap until we need to work."

"Alright Hyung, here.. you can wear my hat. It'll help block the camera lights." Yoongi unsnaps his hat from his carry on bag, placing it on Jin's head and snapping it to fit him. "I'll lead you. Just keep your head down."

Jin nods, taking Yoongi's elbow. "Ready."

Yoongi leads Jin off the plane, moving quickly to get past the mob of photographers, reporters and fans who filled the airport, all screaming for them to look in their direction.

Jimin tries to ask them to move so they can have a path, making hand motions to clear the way, Taehyung trying to shush the crowd, but it was in vain.

"Not so fast..I can't keep the pace.." Jin tries to pull away from Yoongi, but Yoongi grabs onto his arm, nearly tripping over their security guard when he quickly stepped in front of him to push a girl's arm away from grabbing onto Yoongi.

"I'm sorry Hyung..but you'll get trampled if we don't keep going this speed.. i can see the car. Please bear with it a little longer." Yoongi couldn't tell if Jin heard him over the chaos, but Jin didn't try to pull away. Namjoon went on the other side of Jin, Jungkook walking behind him, keeping a hand on Jin's shoulder.

"I..I'm going to be sick.." Jin swayed, swallowing hard refusing to let himself, the only thing keeping him on his feet is Yoongi and Namjoon holding him in a tight grip.His stomach churned his body reaching its limits. Theres so many flashes..it's making me dizzy..and the screams..my head is splitting..

Yoongi gets in the car first, pulling Jin in with him. Namjoon and Jungkook follow right behind, Hoseok pulling the door shut behind him.

"Hyung are you okay?" Yoongi asks speaking softly, rubbing his hand across his shoulder. "We're out of the crowd now. It's okay.." Yoongi tries to comfort Jin when he realizes he's shaking.

Jin shakes his head, afraid to open his mouth to speak. He places his hand over his face,his muscles tightened around his abdomen, pushing up thick bile into his throat. No..not now..please..

Namjoon acts quickly when he notices the color completely drain from Jin's face, knowing whats coming before Jin even clamped his hand over his mouth. "Sh*t, Fu*k.." he curses, reaching forward to ruffle through the center console, finding a plastic bag.

Jin tried to hold it back while Namjoon searched for something, swallowing down the bile, but it ended coming right back up with more force. He felt the warm sick fill his hand only upsetting his stomach even more.

Namjoon quickly opens the plastic bag for Jin, holding it underneath him. Yoongi looks for napkins, using the water from his carry on to wet it, taking Jins hand to clean it.

"I-im..I'm sorr..sorry.." Jin whimpers in between heaves, throwing up into the bag Namjoon held open as wide as possible.

"Hyung no, don't be sorry. Things happen..you can't help being sick. It's okay." Yoongi wets another napkin, swallowing the spit that pooled in his mouth. I can handle this. It's no big deal.. I can just wash my hands later..I can't get sick too..hyungie needs help..

Yoongi quickly tosses the soiled napkin in the bag in-between heaves, checking Jin's hand once more to be sure he got it all before taking his hand in his, rubbing his knuckles. His heart clenched when he saw Jin's eyes pooling with tears as another mouthful pushes up.

Hoseok buried his face into Jungkooks shoulder, his stomach churning sympathetically at the sound of Jin.

"Hang on, I'll help.. Hobi-hyung just wait.."Jungkook ruffles through his pocket, finding his headphones and sticking them in Hoseoks ears, turning on music to try to help. The distraction of helping Hoseok helped him hold back his emotions.

Namjoon tried to keep Jin's mind distracted so he didn't notice the others around him, talking to him gently to try to keep the focus on him and not the fact Yoongi had lost the color to his face, Hoseok was fighting the urge to Vomit from the sound of him and the teary eyed Kook who couldn't stand seeing his brothers like this.

"You'll feel better once it's all out.. it's okay.. most of us have gotten airsick before..it's no big deal..just focus on breathing.. it's okay..it's okay.."

Jin let out another few mouthfuls of half digested food, his body trembling with effort, his energy draining. His muscles burned, pushing up less each time until nothing came but thick saliva.

"I..i..m..done now.." Jin speaks in a hoarse whisper, leaning against Yoongi, trying to catch his breath again. "I'm..I'm okay now.."

"Do you think you can drink some water?" Namjoon asks softly, his hands shaking as he ties up the bag, staff grabbing to take it from him. He's still really pale and his breathing is really rough.. I hope we can get to the hotel without any issues..we had to switch hotels twice when we were in the Phillipines..

"Namjoon-ah..calm down..it's okay..I'm feeling better than I look..really.." Jin coughs in between his sentences, ruining the comfort he was trying to give his anxious leader. Jin takes a drink of the water, hoping that would help soothe his nerves.

Namjoon pushes Jin's bangs out of his face, checking to see if he felt warm to the touch, relaxing when he hardly feels warmer than his own forehead. "Try to rest until it's time to get out hyungie.."

Jin nods, getting comfortable on Yoongi's shoulder, only taking a few minutes for exhaustion to hit.

"Hyungie.. the alarm is going off. Are you awake?" Taehyung calls softly to Jin from his bed in the hotel room they shared.

"I am now..."Jin yawns, rolling over to face Taehyung, closing his eyes when the bright light from the window hits his face, making him painfully aware of the pounding headache he had didn't go away even after napping and a couple pain relievers. "What time is it..?"

"It's four-thirty, we need to be ready in an hour to go to the show..I'm sorry to wake you.. I wanted to give you time to get ready.." Taehyung apologizes with a bow,feeling guilty to wake up Jin, his stomach knotting.

He quickly runs to close the blinds when he notices it is bothering his older brother. "Sorry. I didn't want to turn on the light..the bedside lamp is broken.."

"It's okay Vuu, don't apologize. You did the right thing. I'd hate to make staff have to work on dirty hair" Jin drags himself out of bed, trying to keep himself from shaking in front of Taehyung. "I'm going to shower. Could you choose me and an outfit?"

"Of course Hyung." Taehyung goes to Jin's suitcase to find something comfortable. Jinnie-hyung still looks pale.. I'll have to tell Namjoon..

Jin goes into the bathroom, taking a few shaky breaths. Why do I feel worse after sleeping? My head still hurts just as much as before and my muscles still burn.. I need to pull myself together..Namjoon needs me to be there for him. He gets so nervous at events like this..

He slowly strips out of his clothes, turning on the shower, sitting in the tub, letting the water cascade down his back, hoping the warmth could do something for the pain.

Jin is awake now, but I don't think he's feeling any better.. It's too early for him to take another dose of pain pills, though..

Taehyung makes a chat with the other members excluding Jin.

Medical staff hasn't landed, the other flight got delayed.. they won't be here until tomorrow. Staff is looking for a local doctor that will come see him. If he gets any worse tell me. I'll get staff to take him to the hospital.

Namjoon texts. He had already wanted to find him help as soon as they landed, but finding a doctor that makes house calls last minute when it wasn't an emergency wasn't working in his favor.

Taehyung felt his heart fluttering with worry when he hears Jin coughing hard in the bathroom, rushing to check on him. "Are you throwing up hyung..?"

"No, no I'm okay..my throat is just sore from getting sick like that earlier." Jin reassures Taehyung, trying to clear his throat.

"I'll make you some tea Hyung." Taehyung places the clothes he chose for Jin on the counter, going to the keurig and placing a green tea pod inside.

Taehyung returns to the bathroom letting the tea brew. "Hyung do you want me to wash your hair? Maybe a scalp massage will help your headache."

"Alright.. but you aren't coming in here." Jin wets his hair once more before turning off the showerhead, the water running in the bath, hitting his feet.

Taehyung opens the curtains, taking the shampoo and creating a lather, massaging it gently into Jin's scalp. "I'm not being too rough am i?"

"No..it feels nice.." Jin hums, closing his eyes when Taehyung washes his bangs, the gentle circles ebbing a bit of the pain away to make it more tolerable.

Taehyung feels his shoulders relax when he hears Jin's soft sigh, giving him a sign that he was doing something to help ease the pain that plagued his eldest hyung. "Does your stomach still hurt hyung?"

"It hurts, but like..don't feel like I'm going to throw up, but my sides burn when i take a deep breath..it's sore.." Jin tells him earnestly.

"Hang on, hyung.." Taehyung goes to the kitchen, getting the ice bucket. He fills it with water halfway, using it to get the soap out of Jin's hair without having to shove his head under the sink or stand in the shower. "Keep your eyes closed, please hyung..." Taehyung keeps one hand on Jins forehead, making a barrier to keep the soap from running down into Jins eyes.

Jin obeys, pawing at his sore stomach, trying to rub the pain away. "Thank you Tete.." Jin says with a gentle smile when Taehyung finishes up with his hair, holding back a cough. "You should focus on getting ready yourself, I can wash up myself from here. I'm feeling much better now.."

"Okay hyung..I'll leave the door cracked..call for me if you need anything." Taehyung leaves, looking back at Jin before Jin pulled the curtain shut to turn back on the shower.

Washing him perked him up a bit, but he's got a cough now.. I hope he'll be okay to do the interview and performance..

Taehyung types his worries.

His throat is probably just sore from puking earlier, but I asked staff to get some medicine just in case.

Hoseok texts back, followed by Namjoon.

I'll do what I can to keep the questions off of him during the interview, and if he's not feeling well enough to perform, we can always have him sit it out.

Namjoon texts back,Taehyung feeling the tension in his shoulders loosen. The hyungs have it handled. I just need to do all i can for the team..

Okay. I made him some tea to see if that will help with his throat..

Taehyung quickly texts back, putting his phone down and returning to the kitchen to add a bit of sugar to try to combat the bitter of the tea.

Jin finishes up in the bath, wrapping a towel around his body, his knees folding underneath him when he tries to stand, dizziness making him crash onto the tile.

Taehyung runs to check on him when he hears the sound, checking his ankles for any sign of injury before getting him to his feet, sitting him up on the toliet to get him dry, rubbing a towel across his dripping body.

"Are you okay, hyung?" Taehyung says, voice a pitch higher with worry, checking Jin's legs for injuries, frowning when he sees a bruise forming on his knee."What happened?"

"I'm okay Vuu, I just fell. It's just a little bruise. It's no big deal." Jin tells Taehyung, trying to get his vision to focus on him. What's going on with me? My body feels so weak.. I need to pull myself together..

"Hyung please don't lie to me.. Are you sure you can do this? You don't look well.." Taehyung speaks softly, trying to dry Jin's hair with the towel, his his heart tightening when Jin coughs when he tries to answer.

Taehyung rubs his back, trying to ease the pain, sighing with relief when the cough stops as quickly as it begins, but that isn't good enough for him."Hyung, I don't think you should perform.. Please, consider sitting it out? At least the dancing?" He asks gently.

"I'm okay Taehyungie, I just caught a cold.. I'll take some medicine and go to bed early tonight." Jin reassures Taehyung sounding more confident than he really felt. Army worked hard to help us win this award..the least I can do is perform a few songs for them...

Jin coughs into his sleeve, trying to silence it to stop himself from interrupting Namjoon, who was politely answering the interviewers question. He feels a hand touch his thigh, looking at the owner of it, meeting the eyes of Jungkook.

The mankae offers him a water bottle, him taking it gratefully. 'Thank you..' Jin mouths, trying to wash down the foul taste of phlegm that his body kept coughing up.

Why do I feel worse after taking medicine? This isn't good..I'm performing soon..

"One last question for the group. This is the first time you'll be performing Destiny live. Army is so excited. Does it have choreography?" The interviewer asks, Jin's heart dropping into his stomach when the realization hits him.

That's right.. we've been practicing this song for a month now to show Army.. I can't let the sleepless nights we spent go to waste.. why do I have to have a center position..?

"It's okay Hyung.. you got this.." Jimin leans in to Jin, pressing his forehead against his cheek to comfort him, quickly pulling back when he feels the warmth. "Hyung-"

Jimin gets cut off by Namjoon’s voice. "This has been..."

"BTS.." Everyone speaks after him, ending the interview, the boys being rushed by staff to quickly get ready.

Jimin goes to go to Namjoon to tell him about Jin's declining health, but Jin takes his wrist. "Jimin-ah please, don't tell him.. I can do this.. I'll tell him after we perform Destiny. We worked so hard on it.. I won't be able to sleep tonight if I ruin this for everyone. It's only been twenty minutes since I took the medicine, it'll kick in by the time we perform. I'll ge okay.."

Jimin wanted to argue against him, but the determination and desperation in Jin's eyes made him give in. This means so much to him.. he'll regret it if he doesn't try and the guilt will only make him feel worse..

"Please Jimin?" Jin asks once more, knowing Jimin was close to giving in.

"Hyung please take it easy when you perform.. Army will understand if you don't give it your all..okay?" Jimin touches his shoulder, pleading in a whisper when he sees staff approaching them, giving them their mics.

"Five minutes until you perform."

Jin could feel the sweat already pooling at the back of his neck, covering up his mic to cough. He could hear Army starting the fanchant, waiting for the lights to come on.

Please..please I just need to last four minutes, please..

Jin pleaded with his body, his stomach twisting and churning with every movement, his head pounding at the sound of the screams he would normally cherish.

The lights turned on, making the screams louder as soon as Jungkook started to sing. Jin forced himself to move, his knee throbbing when he dropped to the ground to the beat, stumbling when he tried to quickly rise back to his feet.

Guilt churned his already sour stomach, bile trying to rise up his throat, but he continued to perform, ignoring his body's plea for him to stop. He moves to the next position, singing his part without letting the audience know how poorly he is feeling, quickly moving to side to cough, his throat unable to handle the notes he usually hit with ease.

Namjoon joins him, quickly getting him water before Hoseok finishes his verse. "Hyung you need to take it easy. I can see your hands trembling.. Are you okay?"

Jin doesn't answer him, taking the water from his hand and taking a drink,but the water his too heavy on his stomach, his body instantly pushing it up, placing his hand over his mouth, Vomit soaking his palm.

He could hear the crowd in front of him screaming in worry for him, his legs turning to jello, Namjoon quickly catching him before he hits the floor.

"Sh*t, Hyung.. we need to get you back stage, hang on.."

Namjoon flags staff over, the security guards leading him down the steps. Namjoon clenches his teeth, forcing himself not to follow Jin, quickly going back to the stage, nearly running into Jimin . It'll be too hard on the team for two of us to be missing. I'll check on him the moment we get off stage..

The members already knew what happened without Namjoon telling him, Jimin's voice trembling when he sings knowing he could've prevented it if he just told on Jin in the final place.

Jin is lead to the nearest waste bin, Mr. Lee holding him up as he throws up a thick liquid, his body trembling, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I..i..ruined it.." He sobs, another mouthful of sick coming in-between reaches. "I let..everyone d..do.." his words get cut off by his stomach pushing up more hot sick, splashing into the bin.

"Don't speak. No one will blame you for being sick. Just focus on breathing right now.. okay Seokjin-sii?" Mr. Lee rubs his hand across Jin's back, feeling his body trembling with effort. "It's okay.. you need to calm down.."

Jin tries to take deep breaths, but each breath he tries to take only causes him to cough, his lungs screaming for air. "I...i..can't.."

After a few minutes he could hear the sound of his members rushing to him, Namjoon taking over for Mr.Lee. "hyung you can be so stubborn.. you should've told me you still felt like this.."

Jin felt Namjoon's arms wrap around his chest, supporting his weight as he dry heaves pushing up nothing but strings of spit "I'm..I'm sorry.." he answers in a raspy whisper, leaning into Namjoon, waiting for the waves of nausea to end.

"Hyung you dont have anything left in your stomach.. please try to breathe..." Namjoon adds softly, feeling himself sweat from contact, using his sleeve to wipe the sweat from Jin's face. "You're burning up.."

Jon focuses on breathing, the dry heaves dying down to coughs, pushing the can away from him, leaning into Namjoon. Namjoon gently lowers him gently moving him to be able to rest his head on his lap.

Yoongi wets a towel with a bottle of water, gently wiping the sweat from Jin's face, his heart tightening to see Jin's pained expression up close, his eyes tightly shut when he breathes in from his strained muscles.

"I'm sorry..I just wanted to do one.. song and I thought I had it.. under control.." Jins voice comes out soft, still trying to catch his breath, covering his face with his arm.

"Don't worry about that right now.. just focus on your breathing right now? Do you think you can drink some water?" Namjoon asks softly.

Jim shakes his head, his stomach churning at the thought of putting anything in his system. "Maybe...I should go to the hospital to get an IV.." he sits up slowly, holding his sore middle.

Yoongi places a hand on Jin's back to help him. "Hyung we weren't going to give you a choice on that one.. you really scared us Hyung.. especially Jiminie."

Jin looks around, his chest tightening when he sees Jimins eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Im sorry I should've tried harder to talk you into not performing.."

"Jimin-ah..come here." Seokjin pulls Jimin into a hug. "I shouldn't asked you to be quiet.. it's not your fault okay? It's just mine for letting my emotions get the better of..." he coughs, trying to cover it with his fist.

"The car is ready." Staff tells them.

"Thank you.." Namjoon says, gently leading Jin to his feet, feeling him tremble with effort. He's trying to act tough, but he's still so pale and shaky. "Let's get you taken care of.. no more hiding how you feel okay hyung?"

[vminsfever]

I miss you, I'm sorry.

Sickie: Jimin

Caretaker: Namjoon

Word count: 1,618

Jimin is sick and alone and misses Namjoon.

-

"Just a little longer," he thought.

"You just have to wait a little longer before the medicine kicks in." Jimin repeated it in his head like a prayer as if to soothe himself, but it didn't stop the tears from stinging behind his closed eyes as he felt every pounding head pulse, every labored breath through his stuffy nose, and every time his comforter shifted uncomfortably across his too-warm skin.

Logically, Jimin knew that it was the fever that was making him more emotional than usual. He knew that he was feeling run down from all the stress his body had been under lately, and that despite how achey he felt at the moment, that it was just a cold he needed to get through and this feeling would eventually pass. He knew that, logically.

But right now, his fever was telling him everything he knew, and that was that his head was pounding, he was all alone, and the medicine he took earlier was not. Kicking. In.

He couldn't help but think back to when the seven of them used to live under the same roof. Colds weren't uncommon occurrences for them, what with being around each other almost 24/7. There was always a gentle hand to check in, soothe, or support when someone was feeling less than ideal. Looking around his empty apartment, Jimin couldn't help but wish his members were still there to check on him. He looked at the medicine on his nightstand that he ran down to the pharmacy to get and scoffed at his sorry attempt to nurse himself back to health.

He thought about who he could call. Squinting at his phone screen, he realized that most of his members would be fast asleep or not far from it at this hour. Although he knew that none of them would hesitate to come if he asked, he couldn't bring himself to disturb anyone.

But his fever was steadily rising and Jimin knew he probably shouldn't be alone right now. His mind kept going back to the one person he seemed to find the most comfort in lately, and the one person who happened to live closest to his apartment complex-- Namjoon. He always seemed to know just what to do or say to calm the younger. He doesn't remember finding his leader's contact or pressing the call button, but before he knew it, his phone was pressed to his ear as he waited for someone to pick up.

The phone rang and rang. On the third ring, Jimin almost resolved to just hang up and try to sleep this off when he heard the familiar voice on the line.

"Hello?" The voice rang through Jimin's quiet room. A fresh wave of tears stung and Jimin hurriedly swiped the back of his hand across his eyes. He didn't know why he was crying.

"Hello? Jimin?" That's when Jimin realized it was his turn to say something. He opened his mouth to speak and cringed at the rasp tinging his voice.

"Hyung," he forced out, not even sure in his fevered mind what to say next.

"Jiminah, are you okay?" There was a concern lacing Namjoon's voice that made Jimin practically melt into the phone. He hadn't realized just how much he missed hearing the older's voice. But the moment quickly passed when Jimin heard people moving around in the background, shouting and laughing as a portion of a track played over and over again. It was clear to him then that Namjoon was working, and he had just interrupted him. Oh god.

"I'm sorry hyung, I'm gonna go back to sleep."

"Sorry for what? Jimin, what's going on?" Jimin's apology only made Namjoon more concerned, and he wasn't going to let the younger go that easily. Not when it's two in the morning and he never called without a reason, and was it just him or did Jimin sound kind of funny?

"Nothing hyung, it's fine. Goodnight." Namjoon wasn't convinced.

"I'm coming over Jiminah, hang on." Namjoon said, already pulling his jacket on and slipping on his shoes. Namjoon wasn't sure if Jimin was even listening to what he was saying at that point, but he hung up and pocketed his phone before the younger could protest.

-

Namjoon walked down the hallway of Jimin's apartment complex briskly. As he waited for the elevator to reach Jimin's floor, he tried to think of the last time he walked down these halls. He tried not to linger on the fact that he couldn't remember. Turning down a familiar corner, he thumbed in the password on Jimin's front door and let himself in.

The apartment was unsurprisingly dark, but Namjoon could tell that Jimin was home. There were boxes of empty take out containers piled on the counter top, and the TV was on in the living room, an "Are you still watching?" message illuminating the screen. Despite the signs of him, the younger was no where to be found.

Namjoon stepped into Jimin's bedroom and let the light from the hallway seep into the dark room. The dim light revealed a lumpy form on the bed and Namjoon let out an exhale.

"Jiminah," he whispered.

He flicked on the bedside lamp to get a closer look at the vocalist and found him curled up with his comforter pulled up to his chin. In the time that Namjoon had left his apartment to finding the sleeping younger, Jimin had dozed off with his phone next to his head, tissue crumpled up in his grip. Namjoon frowned at the way his brow was furrowed, tear tracks dried over his flushed cheeks.

Namjoon reached out and smoothed the crease between his eyebrows with his thumb, moving his fingers through his hair before landing on his cheek. His eyes widened at the heat coming off of him, confirming his suspicion that Jimin was sick.

"Jiminah," he called again softly, and the younger stirred.

"Hyung?"

"It's me, you're okay." His hand shifted to his forehead. The same warmth met him.

"You need to take something for that fever. Have you taken anything?"

"Mmm no. Jus' pain killers. Head hurts." Jimin pressed his palms into his eyes and Namjoon chuckled sadly.

"Yeah, I figured baby. I'll be right back."

He came back in five minutes later with fever reducers, a thermometer, a bottle of Yakult, and a damp cloth. Setting the supplies down, he carefully peeled back the lid of the Yakult and handed it to Jimin.

"Drink this first. Temperature next." Jimin silently obeyed, gingerly sipping at the small drink.

When he finished, Namjoon traded the empty bottle for the thermometer and Jimin stuck it under his tongue. While they waited for it to beep, Namjoon started to wipe Jimin down with the damp cloth-- first his forehead, then his forearms.

"Thanks hyung." Jimin mumbled around the thermometer.

"Better?" He nodded. The thermometer beeped and Namjoon took it out, frowning at the number.

"37.5," he told Jimin. "Not terrible, but not good. These should help." Namjoon turned to grab the box of fever reducers but stopped when he felt Jimin tug on his wrist.

"What do you need, Jimin-ah?"

"Can you just... talk to me?"

Namjoon's jaw clenched as he exhaled through his nose. Jimin's glossy eyes pleaded with him. He looked miserable. Jimin reached behind him to throw his comforter open and Namjoon willingly obliged, crawling in behind him and lowering himself to let Jimin's head rest against his chest.

And then he talked. He told Jimin about the music he was working on, the friends he was meeting up with, how his parents were doing. He told him about the lyrics that he couldn't seem to get just right and the latest art exhibit he visited. He talked and talked about the little moments that filled his days, letting his voice carry through the room. And Jimin listened, soaking in every word from his leader as he rested his eyes.

After a moment, Namjoon stopped and the pair laid in silence. Namjoon thought Jimin had drifted off to sleep when he surprised him, saying,

"I'm sorry for bothering you, hyung." He said it into Namjoon's chest, eyes closed and almost half asleep. Namjoon ran a firm hand along the younger's back, willing his touch to provide some kind of comfort.

"You're not bothering me, Jimin-ah." He assured. Jimin just hummed in response.

"It's okay, hyung. I know you're trying to distance yourself from us," Namjoon's hand paused for a split second before resuming rubbing rhythmically up and down Jimin's shoulder.

"I promise," he breathed, "Once I'm better I'll go back to leaving you alone. Jus' missed you." Namjoon's heart sank.

Had he really been that distant from the members? He knew he had been focusing on his own work for a while, but he never meant to make the others feel like he was ignoring them. Namjoon sighed remorsefully, knowing that Jimin would never make this admission had he not been sick. There was so much he wanted to say to the younger, but any explanation he could think of died on his lips.

Suddenly, Jimin's face as Namjoon passed by him at work on the way to his studio appeared in his mind. Did Jimin need him then like he needed him now? Namjoon's eyes squeezed shut. They had a lot to catch up on.

"I missed you too. We'll talk later, Jimin-ah. Just rest."

His answer seemed to satisfy the younger's feverish mind. Jimin's breathing soon evened out, steadily rising and falling in time with Namjoon's as his arms wrapped securely around the smaller. The two were at peace. For now, that was enough.

-

A/N: this was based off the minimoni album exchange videos where jimin said that namjoon was distancing himself from the members while working on rpwp, and namjoon saying that if jimin ever needed him, he would be there :') and also the fact that minimoni are neighbors!! i just loved the idea of jimin contemplating contacting namjoon, but then feeling just bad enough to give in :') n e ways hope u enjoy pls lmk what u think!

[setsuuestsu]

Sicktember Day #3: Campus/Con Crud

Sickie: Namjoon

Caretaker: Jimin

Word Count: 243

“Joon hyung,” Jimin chastises. “I told you that the crab festival was a bad idea.”

Namjoon sniffles, both from the nasty cold he’s caught from said festival and from the false advertising of the festival. He had assumed it was a festival where all crab lovers would get together and raise funds for the protection of the crabs, not that it was a festival where all crab lovers would get together and eat crab.

“It was totally worth it.” he lamely insists, reaching past Jimin for the tissue box left on the coffee table. He blows his nose, frowning at how unhelpful it was, then slumps back onto the couch.

Thankfully, Jimin takes pity on him and wraps him in a throw blanket hanging off the back of the couch. It smells like Downy and cotton, and he can easily identify it as Jungkook’s. 

He leans into his elbow and lets out a coughing fit. 

“Jimin-ah,” he complains. “I can’t lay here any longer. I have schoolwork I could be doing.”

Jimin stares at him, unimpressed. “You’re not going to exercise that brain at all. Your

going to rest and recover, not … not … AGHHH! I can’t think of the word!”

Namjoon snorts, but it turns into a deep cough and then a sneeze or two. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone to that festival. Too many germs.

“Let me go get you some medicine.” Jimin insists. “You’re due for another dose soon.”

[a-namjoon-a-day]

happy monday ♡

[sickiesope]

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

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

Sensory overload

Sickie: Namjoon

Caretakers: Jin and Yoongi

TW: very light emeto near end

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seokjin looks at him weirdly. "Joonah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dimplessjoon]

Namjoon Stress Fever

@bluepeacelove

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

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

Namjoon opens the door and gets back to working.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But..." Namjoon says

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks" Namjoon says

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

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

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

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

"He's sick" Jin says

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This startles Namjoon awake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sickonthedancefloor]

Time to Clock Out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Joon-ah, are you ignoring me?”

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

“You need to take a break.”

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

“Joon-ah, are you feeling okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

*~*

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

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

“Yoongi-yah?” Namjoon mumbles.

“Mm. I’m here. You’re sick.”

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

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

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

“Late enough, really.” A non-answer.

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

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

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

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

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

He feels like he was conned.

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

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

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

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

[darl-ingfics]

Jin bts sneezing

Took me a minute to put something together, and I hope you're down for fluff.

Quiet Time

Fandom: BTS

Sickie: Seokjin

Caregiver(s): Namjoon

Word Count: 1,622

Namjoon was used to a hive of activity in the dorm. With seven of them sharing the space, there was always something happening: video game tournaments, anime marathons, spur of the moment games invented on the spot that always involved a lot of excited yelling. The dorm was rarely a quiet space, unless a majority of the members were sleeping, or if Yoongi was writing, (which he rarely did seriously at home, but still, if the thunderbolt of inspiration struck, they had to listen to it.)  

So when the boys had been blessed with a rare Friday afternoon off, Namjoon silently begged the universe for a chance for some quiet. The group already had the weekend free from schedules, so the extra few hours were an unexpected treat. Namjoon loved his members, loved their hysterical shenanigans, and loved being at the very center of much of that chaos. But he also loved his quiet time, his space to recenter and recharge. 

And the universe seemed to have heard him. Jungkook suggested they all go and see a movie, something they hadn’t been able to do in a while, and Jimin and Taehyung had quickly agreed. Yoongi, however, opted to spend a few hours in his studio, finishing up a project so he could have the next two days entirely to himself. This shattered the hope of a group movie, but also softened the blow when Seokjin announced he planned to stay home and sleep off the cold that had held him hostage all week. Hoseok had then announced he would join the moviegoers and take them out of ice cream after, much to the delight of the younger members. Namjoon smiled to himself, watching his hyungs work their magic: Yoongi giving Jin the out to stay home and Hoseok swooping in to distract both the eldest and the maknaes from the disappointment of that choice. It was a maneuver he’d seen the three of them enact time and time again to get one another, (as well as the rest of the members, including Namjoon himself), the break they needed when social pressures called. 

For his part, Namjoon had not verbally committed to any sort of plans, but it had been assumed he was in for the movie. When it was time to leave, however, he made the excuse that he had just gotten to the point of no return in his book while the rest of the members were getting ready, and he had decided to just stay and finish that instead. Besides, he’d argued, someone should stay home just in case Seokjin took a turn for the worse. That swiftly ended any attempts from Jungkook and Jimin to convince him to go out, and Hoseok shepherded them out the door, blowing a kiss back to Namjoon as he closed the door behind him. As their voices faded down the hallway, the dorm fell silent.  

Perfect. 

Namjoon had been reading on the couch ever since. And while he stopped reading when he heard the footsteps in the hallway, Namjoon didn’t look up from his book. He did quickly glance at his watch, noting that it had only been half an hour since the other members had left, marking an hour and a half since they’d gotten home. Meaning Seokjin wouldn’t be too out of it when he rounded that corner from the hallway. 

Namjoon wanted to play this casual; when Jimin so sweetly asked if Jin didn’t want them all to postpone their movie adventure until he was able to go with them, Seokjin had very sternly told them all to go out without him, to enjoy their weekend off and not worry about him. Namjoon had, clearly, not listened to a word of that. 

Sure enough, when Seokjin entered the room, the first thing he saw was Namjoon. Despite his sleepy appearance, (all wrinkled hoodie and pajama pants, hair askew), his eyes immediately narrowed. The impact of his glare was, however, immediately interrupted when he bent to the waist by two uncharacteristically violent sneezes, “H’tschue! HA’schue!”

“Bless you.” 

“What’re you doin’ here?” Seokjin muttered, rubbing at his eyes under his glasses before squinting at Namjoon again, checking he wasn’t just seeing things. 

Namjoon held up his book. “Reading.”

Seokjin shook his head, lips pouting. “No, no.” He cleared his throat, wincing slightly. “You’re supposed to be at the movies. With Kook and the rest.” 

Namjoon shrugged. “I wanted to stay here.”

“I told you not to stay back for me.”

“Who said I did?” Jin simply narrowed his eyes at him, unconvinced. Namjoon’s smile didn’t falter as he patted the couch next to him. Despite the frown still on his face, Seokjin didn’t hesitate to slump into the offered seat, head falling against Namjoon’s shoulder. The leader sighed as his hand tangled in Jin’s hair and the older man instinctively wrapped his arms around his friend’s abdomen. Their movements were practiced, sliding effortlessly into an embrace built on years of carrying each other through the churning sea of life. They sat like that, just taking in each other’s presence, while Namjoon finished his chapter. 

“How are you?” Namjoon asked into the comfortable silence as he slid his book mark between the pages. 

Seokjin shrugged. “I’m tired,” he answered honestly. “It’s been a long week.”

Namjoon scoffed. “You’re telling me. And I wasn’t even sick.” He didn’t need to be looking at Jin to see how dramatically he rolled his eyes. 

“You’re all acting like I have the plague,” he griped. “I’m literally fine. They call it the common cold for a reason.”

“I vividly remember you saying otherwise to Tae last month. Something about how ‘just because it’s common doesn’t mean it’s not a big deal.’”

That earned him a not-so-gentle jab in the side. Namjoon squawked in shock more than pain, quickly dissolving into laughter. “First of all, rude. Second, that was entirely different. Taehyung was much sicker than I am now, and we were filming outside, in a rainstorm.”

Namjoon chuckled again. “How was the nap?”

“I’ve barely slept.”

“Are you serious?!” Namjoon lurched away, turning his body so he was facing Seokjin instead. The older man frowned at the loss of contact. “Why not?” When he opened his mouth to reply, Jin immediately held up a finger before burying his face in his sleeve and sneezing three times. “Okay, so that.”

“Yeah, that.” He sniffled, coughing before dropping his arm back to his side. He sighed, shoulders caving forward. “But also when I lay down, everything in my head just feels like concrete and I can’t breathe and then I start coughing and just… sleep is hard without drugs. And it isn’t doctor recommended I take more of those for another two hours.” He rubbed at the bridge of his nose, pinching the space between his eyes, sniffling again. 

Namjoon pouted, wheels turning in his brain. “Are you comfy here?”

Seokjin craned his neck just enough for their eyes to meet. “Always.”

“Then go to sleep.” It was Jin’s turn to pout at him. Namjoon shrugged his unoccupied shoulder, tossing his book onto the coffee table. “If being vertical like this helps you breathe easier, then use me as your pillow.”

“Joonie, I’m not trapping you on the couch.”

“You’re doing nothing of the sort.” Namjoon grabbed the remote from the side table and clicked on the TV. “I’ve got some shows I’ve been meaning to catch up on. You’re actually doing me a favor.”

As he navigated to said shows, Seokjin considered the offer. Catching a few extra hours of sleep had been one of the goals of their half day, and if the normal methods of ‘lay down, conk out’ wasn’t working, why not sleep here, curled up with his best friend? Truth be told, this position propped up against the couch and Namjoon’s shoulder was the most comfortable he’d found all week. The physical contact was so incredibly soothing; Namjoon had a way of knowing exactly what Seokjin needed, caring for him so expertly. And his eyes were suddenly so very, very heavy…

Seokjin nodded ever so slightly as he pulled his knees up beneath him on the couch, settling deeper against Namjoon. The leader smiled. “Glasses?” Seokjin lifted his head just enough to pull off said glasses, and Namjoon gently took them from him, setting them on the side table. His fingers returned to Jin’s hair, smoothing circles at the nape of his neck. The older man simply closed his eyes, sighing contentedly. Namjoon hit play on his show, and reached for a blanket from the basket under the side table. After rather clumsily draping the blanket across both Seokjin and himself, which was no easy feat with only one had to work with, he settled back against the couch himself. 

Namjoon genuinely thought Seokjin was already asleep when the older man whispered: “Be honest: did you stay back for me?”

Namjoon smiled. “Not entirely. I was worried about you, and didn’t want you to wake up disoriented to an empty house. But I also really wanted to lay on the couch instead of going out. You just gave me a solid defense against Kookie’s puppy eyes. So thanks for that.” 

Seokjin chuckled, the sound vibrating against Namjoon’s own rib cage. His arms wrapped a bit more tightly around the younger man’s waist. “You’re welcome,” he whispered with his final burst of energy before slipping into the peaceful, deep sleep he’d been craving for days. Namjoon’s smile widened in time with his friend’s breathing, still congested but soothing all the same. He turned his attention to the TV, and allowed himself to be totally absorbed in the fictional world unfolding before him.

[comfortjoonie]

Namjoon -- Sick at Comeback

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There’s no shame if you can’t–”

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

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

“Joon…”

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

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

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

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

“I…” he gasps for air.  “I can’t…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[crystalsnow95z]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[soft-for-yoongi]

Studio Sickness (Namkook)

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretakers: Namjoon, minor Hoseok and Seokjin

Tw: Emeto, vom*****, mentions of nausea, descriptions of illness

Word count: 1957

(Jungkook suddenly gets sick when visiting Namjoon's studio. He has to take him home and look after him)

Enjoy!!! Sorry about any mistakes!!

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*knock knock*

"Hey, hyung. I was wondering if you could listen to this melody I've been working on?" Jungkook asks, standing in the doorway to Namjoon's studio. The older is looking particularly comforting in soft sweat pants and a loose fitted tshirt, all grouped nicely with an inviting smile.

"Of course, Kook-ah. Come sit," Namjoon wheels over another chair and positions it next to him. Jungkook wastes no time and plops his laptop on Namjoon's desk. He gives the leader headphones and he presses play.

Jungkook watches Namjoon as he listens to his hard work, getting distracted by a pain forming in his middle. Jungkook frowns slightly, hand skimming across his abdomen. Namjoon is bopping his head, listening intently. But Jungkook's stomach is getting increasingly upset at a rapid rate and he can't come up with a reason as to why.

The youngest gets paler by the second, nausea making itself known and even he's concerned, he was fine earlier? Right? Jungkook feels himself get shaky and goosebumps prickle his skin. He rests his elbows on his knees and lowers his head. Namjoon removes the headphones and turns to face Jungkook. "This is really good Jungko... Hey, you okay?" Namjoon spots Jungkook, who is starting to look a little green.

"Um- I don't know, hyung. I fe- feel.." Jungkook trails off, like he's been punched in the stomach. Namjoon furrows his brows, placing his hand on Jungkook's shoulder, waiting for him to continue. But Jungkook can't get the words out so he covers his mouth and points to the small bin placed near Namjoon's desk.

"You need to puke?" Namjoon fills, swiping up the trash can and placing it in Jungkook's lap. The youngest holds onto it with shaky hands and Namjoon swivels his chair so he can rub the maknae's back. There's paper with scribbles of lyric ideas scrunched up in the bin and Jungkook would hate to throw up all over them.

"How long have you been feeling sick, Kookie?" Namjoon croons, Jungkook swallows the urge to gag. "I was fine earlier hyung, I promise.." Jungkook pants, a string of saliva hanging off his lip. He feels so nauseous. Namjoon gives him a sympathetic look, "Deep breaths, maybe it'll pass." Namjoon suggests.

Jungkook stares blankly into the bin, it's not often his stomach gets upset, he almost forgot how uncomfortable it is to be nauseous. His stomach twists and a quiet burp escapes Jungkook's lips. "Sorry.." Jungkook breaths out, certain he's about to throw up. "Don't be sorry, babe." Namjoon comforts, his large hand gracing Jungkook's back does make him feel better.

"Oooh—hyung..." Jungkook moans and shudders with an intense wave, he can't tell if he wants to throw up or try ride it out. "I don't want to be sick.." Jungkook murmurs into the bin. "I know Kookie but if something's wrong we need to get it out of you." Namjoon replies, lightly patting Jungkook's upper back.

Jungkook inhales deeply through his nose, but it must've gotten caught because he ends up coughing with a fist to his mouth. A cough morphs into a gag, bringing up saliva that he spits out. Namjoon does a double take of the trash can to see if he actually threw up, frowning when it's still clean.

Jungkook tastes vomit in the back of his throat and that alone is strong enough for him to gag again, bringing up a mouthful of puke that splatters into the bin. "There we go.. you got it." Namjoon comforts, slightly alarmed that Jungkook can get so sick in such a short amount of time.

Jungkook's stomach aches and clenches, prompting more torrents to land in the trash can. His chest burns and the smell is starting to do numbers on him, making him feel even more poorly. His cheeks are burning a light crimson because his leader has to see him like this. "Y-you don't—hrrpph—have to s-stay-" Jungkook coughs out between gags.

"Don't say that Kookie, I'm staying. Our maknae needs taking care of, no need to be embarrassed." Namjoon smiles softly, raking fingers through Jungkook's hair. The youngest heaves again, productively emptying whatever he's eaten today. Tears from exertion sit in the corners of Jungkook's eyes, shining and making him look even younger than he actually is.

Namjoon recalls the many times bts have been hit with some sort of stomach illness, contagious or not, he's grown to be unphased by vomiting. But for Jungkook to be the one throwing up—it's rare. So you can't blame Namjoon for being surprised to say the least.

Jungkook's retching tapers off into bile and eventually he's left spitting out thick strings of saliva. "Think you're all done, Kook?" Namjoon rubs the latter's back. "I think so. My stomach still feels a bit funny.." Jungkook comments, moving the bin to the floor and lifting the edges of the plastic lining to cover up the mess of the contents.

Namjoon tuts, "I can ask Jinnie if he'll make you some soup? It might settle your belly some." Namjoon suggests, noticing the strained nod he receives. "Let's call it a day, Kookie."

The two of them are taken home by a manager (after cleaning the bin of course) and Jungkook rests his head on Namjoon's shoulder the whole ride back. He's still looking pale and Namjoon suspects that the car ride made his 'funny tummy' get a little more unsettled.

Namjoon has Jungkook walk close to him as they reach their dorm, even helping him take his shoes off and put his stuff down. The two are met with Seokjin and Hoseok on the living room couch, watching a drama together. "Hey Jinnie, hey Hobi." Namjoon greets. "Hi hyungs." Jungkook says, voice quieter and noticeably tired sounding.

"Hey you're both back a little earlier. I made some jjigae, there's some leftovers in the kitchen if you'd like." Seokjin smiles, "or you can watch this new drama with us too," Hoseok grins. Namjoon shows dimples, glancing at Jungkook on his side. "Jungkook-ah, how about you sit with Hobi and I'll grab us some food with Jin-hyung?" Namjoon says, fairly confident Jungkook is a little shy about these things, even if it is just them.

Seokjin does a double take on Jungkook, noticing the youngest's pale features and sad eyes. The eldest and leader make their way to the kitchen, Namjoon turning to the older once out of sight. "Everything okay Namjoon-ah?" Seokjin butts before Namjoon can open his mouth.

"Uh.. sort of? It's Jungkookie, he came to my studio and I was looking over his work, but then he started feeling super nauseous and was throwing up—I was wondering if you could help make him a light soup?" Namjoon explains, a worried crease on his forehead. Seokjin blinks at the leader, "of course, Joon. Poor Kookie... do you think he's coming down with something? He didn't have a fever or anything did he?" Seokjin cringes at the thought of more members throwing up because of a virus.

"I think something just isn't agreeing with him, he didn't have a fever." Namjoon replies. The two are in mid thought when they hear a splatter, both of them cross their fingers that it's just some water that's been spilt but their hopes and dreams get crushed when Hoseok gives a surprised yelp.

The two rush back in the living room to see poor Jungkook in tears, puke dripping down his chin and a small puddle on the hard wood floors in front of him. "Aigoo, Jungkookie. Oh baby, is there more or are you all done?" Hoseok comforts while Seokjin leaves quickly and comes back with some wipes, paper towels and a bowl. Hoseok looks at Namjoon for answers, the poor dancer is a little confused at the sudden turn of events.

Jungkook is unable to contain his tears, though he makes an effort to dry his watery eyes. "Kookie, let's move over a little, shall we?" Namjoon aids Hoseok in guiding Jungkook to a different spot on the couch, away from the mess. Seokjin passes the bowl to Hoseok, and Namjoon takes a tissue to clear any residue around Jungkook's mouth. Meeting the leader's gaze, Jungkook's sad eyes prompt Namjoon to offer reassurance with a smile.

Hoseok is slowly rubbing Jungkook's back and keeping the bowl steady. Seokjin keeps a neutral face while cleaning up the puddle, it's only when he hears Jungkook gag that he frowns. Namjoon's hand retracts at the sudden lurch but then quickly he's saying quiet affirmations. "Mm, you're still feeling pretty icky, huh Kook?" "It's alright, just do what you gotta do." Namjoon assures.

Jungkook's head dives into the bowl when he gives another productive heave and his stomach still churns unhappily. "I'm s-sorry H-Hobi-hyung.. I didn' mean to–" Jungkook cries, back arching with another round of puke. "Ayy, Kookie. Oh Jungkookie~ don't be sorry! You can't help it baby." Hoseok coos, ruffling the maknae's long locks.

Jungkook throws up again, mostly water and bile but it still burns his throat. He's got running tears down his cheeks but they've slowed some. Seokjin has skilfully made the floors look untouched again and Namjoon is comforting Jungkook. "Tummy feeling better, Jungkook?" Namjoon asks, actively wiping away some of the younger's tears.

"Mhm, I think so.." Jungkook replies, sniffling and trying not to look at the bowl set in front of him. He looks guiltily at Seokjin, still cleaning up after him. Seokjin makes eye contact with Jungkook and his heart breaks but he flashes a handsome smile. "Ay it's okay Jungkookie, I'm used to this. You don't want to know how many times I have to clean up after sick Jiminie." Seokjin says, "poor thing has a sensitive tummy."

Jungkook feels a little better at that and Hoseok rubbing his back is making him feel more settled. "Here let me take this, and Hoba can take you to your room." Namjoon takes the bowl, knowing Hoseok can get squimish. Jungkook nods and wraps an arm around Hoseok's shoulder. "Come on Jungkookie, slow steps." The older supports him and slowly takes Jungkook to his room.

Jungkook is an unmoving corpse once he makes contact with his bed. Hoseok can't help but giggle at the sight. The youngest is laying on his belly, head barely on his pillow and almost half asleep already. Hoseok taps him on the bum playfully and Seokjin comes in just in time to see the endearing sight. "Get some rest Jungkook-ah, I'll send Namjoon in here. He got quite worried about you." Seokjin hums, not minding that Jungkook is practically in dream land.

"So Jungkook was sick before when he was with Joon-ah?" Hoseok asks, "yeah, they were in Namjoonie's studio and Jungkook just started feeling really bad. Poor thing." Seokjin explains, "we should give him some medicine once he's rested up a little more. No point if he might..... again." Seokjin makes a vomiting gesture and Hoseok nods in agreement.

Namjoon enters after a few minutes, clean bowl in hand. "He's asleep already?" He questions, placing the dish on the nightstand. "Yep, he should be. Gosh he's had a rough time today.. Jin-hyung told me what happened." Hoseok says, bottom lip jutted out in worry.

"Joonie could you stay with him? You need a break from the studio anyways. He seems pretty attached to you too," Seokjin smiles. Namjoon's ears go a little pink but he climbs into Jungkook's bed nonetheless. Who can resist their youngest anyway? "Seokie and I will leave you two be, let me know if things go downhill or he wakes up." Seokjin locks arms with Hoseok, blowing a kiss on his way out.

[bts-hyperfixation]

IM DYING ☠️

Okay no not really, I'm just sick and super melodramatic about it

It's been done a thousand times before and it'll be done a million times more: bangtan reactions to you being sick 🤒 I need comfort

here is one i did about covid a while back. - I didnt read the wwhole thing in a while so there might be some repeats.

Namjoon - Phones his mom for some sort of ancient Korean remedy that only moms seem to know. He then makes you eat/drink a lot of it until you're not sure if you're still sick or just nauseous from the intake. After that he will get you comfy in bed and sit on a chair nearby reading you a story so you can fall asleep to his deep comforting voice (If he isn't afraid to get sick so there are no promotions going on he will probably sit in bed and stroke your hair too.

Seokjin - Doesn't have to phone his mom, he had some kind of magic kimchi recipe that clears your sinuses right out. I think Seokjin is a fusser. He will hover around you constantly, checking in every half and hour to make sure you don't need anything and are getting enough rest. He provides you with many blankets and if he leaves the house he returns with a new stuffed animal or surprise box toy in the hopes that it'll make you smile just for a second

Yoongi - Very practical. When he first notices you are getting sick he will run a bath for you and sit next to the bath helping you to wash the areas you cant reach because its too much energy. He gives you his soft clothes to wear to bed so your's don't get associated with sickness in your head. He refreshes a cold compress for you every so often and then mostly leaves you be. He worries himself so much he will also probably end up sick.

Hoseok - Spends a lot of time cuddling you and watching whatever shitty comfort movie it is that you want to watch, he will even pay for extra streaming services or downloads just to get you the exact shitty movie that you are craving no matter how obscure. He orders in plenty of juice and soup to help flush your system and just ugs you until the worst passes.

Jimin - Probably frets a lot. Wants to call the doctor even when you assure him it's nothing. Phones Namjoon for his moms cure all. FIlls the room with fresh flowers and balloons everyday because he feels like if you can't see the physical manifestation of his love he won't be able to make you feel better. Big on force feeding you soup and laying in your lap while you sit up because lying down probably makes it hard to breath and your head pound.

Taehyung - I feel like sick people break Taehyung. He really struggles to think of ways to take care of people properly, he tries his darnedest though. As soon as he knows you are sick he deposits Tannie in your lap so you have a nice warm friend to hug and then he goes out and buys an almost criminal amount of pain killers and bath soaks. Then he comes back and climbs into bed with you so you can all take a nap together.

Jungkook - Clingy bunny(tm). I wouldn't call it hovering like Jin because hovering implies some space, this man tried to follow you into the bathroom... Still he is a reassuring and warm presence when you get the chills. and despite all of the hard abs he is a very excellent hugger and will do your bidding regardless of how ridiculous the ask.

I hope you feel better soon!