#sick! beomgyu

[snowbaamgyu]

I am, here for you

I lost the request so, anon who asked for this, this is for you ;-;

TW: drinking, graphic descriptions of being sick and some fluff at the end ;)

Prompt: long haired Beomgyu needing to tie his hair up while being sick.

The Name Chapter: Freefall was another successful comeback, promotions just ended and the boys of TXT finally got a chance to rest, so with their managers they got to a dinner team that ended up with some drinks, wanting to relieve some stress.

The night was beautiful, the weather perfect, they had two weeks off and then they would have to go to work again, so this night they decided to forget about that fact and just enjoy it.

They shared stories, laughed about them, almost cried, drink after drink they got tempted by the good feeling alcohol left them.

Beomgyu was holding up well, but after a couple of hours and even more drinks, he felt really dizzy, but overall good.

Yeonjun was telling some story and Beomgyu was just giggling, everyone found it cute.

When it was time to leave Taehyun had to wake Beomgyu up and half carry him to the van. "Wow Taehyunie... you're... sooo strong... y'know that?" Beomgyu said between giggles, Taehyun wasn't that sober tho so he just played along until the older fell asleep with his wolfcut covering big part of his face.

The most sobered one was Yeonjun, he wanted to go easy, a hangover on the start of his 2 weeks off? Nah, definitely no. He could help his friends get to their rooms so they could deal with that hell.

When the car pulled up and they had to wake up everyone, Beomgyu seemed confused, with a frown he asked "How... how did we— a hiccup — get here... already?" Yeonjun sighed, this was going to be a rough night if Beomgyu didn't go to bed right now. "You fell asleep Gyu, come on now, you're going to bed" and when Beomgyu didn't respond and just had his head down, Yeonjun began to think this might be something else. "Are you feeling sick?" the older asked, Beomgyu hiccuped again and then shook his head. "No, I'm fiiine, wanna lay down" okay, Yeonjun had to admit drunk Beomgyu was indeed cute.

Well, if Beomgyu said he was fine then he was, Yeonjun was too tired to deal with him being so wasted.

While everyone else washed up, Yeonjun made Beomgyu put on his pajamas, when the bathroom was free he took him there for his dongsaeng to brush his teeth.

That was the plan until the first thing Beomgyu did was gag over the sink.

"Oh, shit, okay, here, do it over here" Yeonjun guided Beomgyu to the toilet, both of them kneeling down in front of it. "Guess you'll need this" the older said as he took a hairband that was laying there somewhere on their cabinet and tied Beomgyu's hair as best as he could so his hair would be free from some backsplashes.

"Ughhh..." Beomgyu groans, his face buried deep in the toilet bowl as he desperately gags again, a productive heave this is. The whiskey that he's downed has come back up all at once, and his stomach is cramping and twisting from the strain. He can taste the sour alcohol still mixed with the bile and stomach acid still left within. Every heave triggers another painful round of cramping, the contents of his stomach burning and searing as they pour out. "S'all coming up... damn..." Yeonjun could just offer some backrubs, comforting words and sometimes he had to steady him so his whole head didn't go into the bowl.

"Ugh, come on... come onnn..." His back arches as he keeps at it, every muscle in his body tensing as he desperately tries to empty his stomach of the contents that are still left in there. More stomach acid comes up along with the whiskey, and he feels the burn in his throat. The strain on his face and the pain in his stomach are unbearable. "I wanna be done... I wanna stop..."

Okay now Beomgyu wasn't only throwing up, he was crying, Yeonjun clearly didn't know what to do now.

"It's okay Beom, you'll be done soon, just endure it a little bit more and it'll be finished" and he continued with the backrubs, at times he patted it.

The last of his booze-laden puke comes up, and his stomach finally relaxes in response. He grips the edge and lets out a heavy, wheezing breath. His whole body feels like a limp rag doll, as if the effort that he put into emptying his stomach of whatever else was in there has sapped away his energy, too. "I'm... I'm done..." he mumbles with ragged breaths. "I'm... I'm all done."

"Good job Gyu, you did well, you wanna go lay down now?" when the younger nodded he helped him up and handed him his toothbrush, while Yeonjun flushed the toilet and cleaned with toilet paper some of the sick that had splashed.

Now it was finally time to rest, everyone else was in bed by now, they didn't know how much time they had spent in there.

"Okay Gyu, goodnight, hope your hangover isn't that bad tomorrow" Yeonjun said as he tucked Beomgyu in bed and untied his hair, brushing it for a bit with his fingers, the younger slowly closing his eyes and drifting off.

"Oh my god my head..." yes, those were Beomgyu's first words the next day, he didn't know what time it was, for how long he was asleep, he just knew that if he didn't drink some water now he would probably die. Maybe but not literally.

As he got out of bed he got dizzy for a bit until he was able to go to the kitchen, on the way finding Kai and Yeonjun on the living room watching a movie, apparently Kai was hangover too because there were pills for that discomfort and the volume was low, but other than that he looked fine, just tired.

"How's it going? Are you feeling well?" the older asked.

"Headache" was all Beomgyu said, returning to the couch with his glass of water, taking a pill too.

"Thanks for dealing with me yesterday" Beomgyu said with a smile to his hyung, "It's okay, if I didn't there would've been a mess so, it's nothing".

"Seriously, what would we do without you hyung" Kai spoke this time, slowly all the members had gathered in there and spent the day watching TV, it was a family, their little but lovely family.

[wooeo]

AHHH I LOVE ENHA GIRLIE AND BEOMGYU!!! Is there any more info we can get form you????

"sunbae?"

"h-hi - hello!" inside his head beomgyu was setting fire to himself.why did he have to stutter?! "i, uhh, i got you this," he held out the cold peach iced tea he got from the vending machine.

your face lit up and in no time were you in front of him. thanking him as he put it in your hand. you looked at the bottle cap for a moment, "would you mind opening it for me? it hurts my hands," smiling shyly.

beomgyu opened it in record speed and handed it back to you, nearly falling to his knees when you received it with a grateful smile, "thank you,"

"yeah yeah, no-no problem," he awkwardly put his hands in his back pockets, "heard you were working hard; thought you could use a drink,"

your hands clenched around the cool bottle, "thank you, sunbae,"

[flashymoa]

Finding My Safe Space

(Regressed, Sick Taehyun)

Tw: angst, panic attack, vomit, *headspace/littlespace

*Headspace/ littlespace: it's a stage when a character who didn't have enough love and care in the childhood suddenly falls into a headspace and feels like a kid when he's too stressed or something triggers it.

Soobin and Taehyun were running some errands in the mall. They shopped necessary goods and discussed the upcoming comeback schedule, promoting and stuff. Everything was going well. Until Taehyun saw a little kid asking his mom to buy him a toy as they were exiting a shop. His eyes glittered. It was a train with rail tracks, that activates with batteries. He wanted that too.

Soobin felt a tug on his sleeves. "What is it Taehyun-ah?"

Taehyun didn't say anything, just kept his eyes fixated on that toy. Soobin shook him a bit. "Hey, Taehyun-ah-"

"Appa!" And Soobin mentally facepalmed at that. Not now please. He didn't want any trouble in the mall. But nonetheless he talked with the little in a gentle voice. "Yes, Taehyunie?"

Taehyun looked at him with puppy eyes, "Wan' that toy." Soobin held his hands tightly since Taehyun could escape at any moment. "Not now." Soobin retorted.

"I wan' it pweaseee," Taehyun pleaded.

Soobin crouched down a little to whisper so that only Taehyun could hear. "We're in the mall, be a good boy, we need to go home, okay?"

"I am bein good boy. I just wan the magic train!" the younger whined and tried to free himself from Soobin's grip as he had expected.

Soobin didn't want to be late, because he had a lot of work to do. Send the supplies home then go to the company for a meeting with the manager. He really didn't have time for all this. Moreover he didn't have enough money on him to buy the toy at that moment. As Soobin was immersed in thought, Taehyun freed himself and ran like a little kitty to where the shopkeeper was showing the other kid the train thing. He stood there and watched the battery-activated-train move along the rail traks with glittery eyes.

"We didn't come here to buy toys, Taehyunie. Let's go home, our members are waiting." he felt Soobin grab his hand and pull him towards the exit, but Taehyun won't budge. "Nooo!" He whined and pouted, "Appa only buy Kai plushies and toy. Taehyunie wants one too!" He looked at Soobin with wattery eyes.

People at the shop were looking at them. Soobin looked around and squeezed little Taehyun's hand a bit hard to warn him about the situation, and whispered, "We're at the mall. Behave."

In response Taehyun only looked at him with eyes brimming with tears, "appa never scowld Kai-ah, only Taehyunie. Why?" His lips quivering.

Soobin was frustrated, he didn't like the attention and glances the people were giving, it'd be a huge problem if fans know Taehyun is a little. Moreover, their new comeback 'Sanctuary' was near, so of course people were head over heels to find spoilers and stalking. So he tightened the grip on Taehyun's hand and dragged him out of the shop. "Owch, hurts." Taehyun whined but the leader didn't even react to it, just dragged him straight out of the mall. Little did he know, his grip was too hard, that was surely gonna leave a bruise.

As soon as they got out of the mall, Soobin hurried to the parking lot and opened the passengers seat door and literally shoved the little inside. Don't even ask how much that hurt Taehyun, not physically, but mentally, his heart was aching. Was he a burden? Unshed tears pooled his eyes as watched his hyung starting the car and start driving, not even looking at him.

Taehyun felt that Soobin hated him. He felt like crying but he had to hold his tears. Because if he cries now, Soobin will hate him more. So he sucked a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Once they were on the highway, Soobin glanced at Taehyun. He was leaning his head on the window seal, eyes closed with a frown on his face. "Taehyuniee, are you okay? Do you feel carsick?" He was asking that because when Taehyun was in his headspace, he usually got carsick.

Taehyun didn't reply. He was awake but decided to keep quiet. Yes, he was definitely feeling carsick but he didn't want to be a burden, so kept quiet. He pretended to sleep as Soobin called him, "Taehyun-ah you okay?"

Not getting a reply, Soobin thought Taehyun was asleep and focused on driving. As Soobin drove towards the dorms, Taehyun only got more nauseous on each turn and bump. Can I really tell appa? Appa already hates Taehyunie, Taehyunie don't wanna be hated more.

He fought the urge to whine to Soobin about how he felt so sick and kept pretending to be asleep. He just wanted to be his appa's good little. No matter how nauseous he felt, he didn't make a sound, just squeezed his eyes tight to cope up with the pain in his stomach.

When Soobin reached home, he shook Taehyun gently to wake him up, "Taehyun-ah, we're home." Little did he know Taehyun was awake the whole time and was waiting so eagerly to hear those words, 'we're home'. That meant he could finally get out of the suffocating car. He opened his eyes and quickly opened the car door to get out of the congested space.

They went inside the dorm as Yeonjun greeted them, and Taehyun literally ran to him, crashing on him with a hug. Yeonjun hugged back giggling at the younger's cuteness, "What's up?" Oh how much he wanted that comfort.

"Taehyunie missed papa."

"Aww is my baby little?" Yeonjun cooed, ruffling his hair. Taehyun was still hugging him, literally latching onto him, "Mnmm", that meant yes.

"Don't spoil him too much, hyung," Soobin's sharp voice cut through. "You don't know what he did at the mall." His voice was full of annoyance, at least that's what Taehyun felt.

Yeonjun caressed his hair, "Really little one? What did you do? Wanna share with papa?"

Soobin again started, harsher this time, "Oh hyung! You don't know how much he embarrassed me in front of so many people. If only you had seen their glances." Taehyun felt his heart clench, he felt much smaller, and insecure. Not to mention he was already feeling extremely nauseous from the car ride earlier.

To put it simply, he felt awful, both physically and mentally. He had never felt so insecure before, he literally shrunk in Yeonjun's hold as the elder was asking him gently, "What did you do baby?"

Taehyun did not answer, he just let go of him and walked over to Kai. Kai was playing with his plushies and toys. He was also in little space. Taehyun just sat quietly beside him and stared. He noticed Kai had more toys and plushies than he did. He felt jealous.

Taehyun noticed it multiple times that Soobin loves Kai more. As if to confirm his thoughts, Soobin started, "He is so troublesome hyung. I wish he was easy to handle like Kai."

He could hear their conversation, Yeonjun was saying, "Don't say like that, Soobin. Taehyun is adorable. Just let him be the kid he wants to be."

"So? Does letting him be the kid he wants to be means bringing us trouble?!" Soobin was really frustrated, it was clear from his tone. He made an exasperated sigh, "I wish he was a bit more sensible."

Taehyun's heart clenched in pain. He didn't realise his favourite appa hated him this much. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes. He felt so insecure, vulnerable, his stomach twisting in knots with anxiety, and the already slightly upset tummy from the previous car ride wasn't helping either.

All of a sudden, he didn't want to care about anything anymore. He just wanted to be a little happy in his prison of sorrows. The big, haunting walls of insecurity and loneliness he couldn't push away. He tried; really tried to get out of the suffocation in his mind.

He thought of focusing on good things. That's why, he took one of Kai's toys in his hands, a small train. It was kind of similar to the one he saw at the store earlier. He quietly played with it, carefully eyeing every single detail.

The toy was nothing fancy, Taehyun just felt so insecure and vulnerable that he wanted to block out the whole world; because he knew no one loved him. That's why he tried to find happiness in the toy in his hands right now, which was also not his. Soobin didn't buy him toys like he did to Kai. His face puffed up with unshed tears he tried so hard to control. He didn't want to break down and prove them he was indeed a pathetic little who deserved to be hated.

"Taehyun-ah!"

Taehyun looked up. It was Soobin.

"Do you know I'm calling for the 5th time right now?"

Taehyun really didn't realise he was being called. He tried to apologise but no words could escape his throat. Was it fear? He gulped. Couldn't utter a word, just stared as if he was frozen. He tried to find love and softness in Soobin's eyes but it only looked more fierce and scary. He didn't even realise he was shaking.

"Why aren't you answering? Is that the manners we taught you?!" Soobin yelled as Taehyun practically flinched. Yeonjun rushed to calm him down, "Soobin-ah, calm down. Why are you scolding him?"

Taehyun just watched in horror with wide eyes as the pit in him stomach grew larger. His heart ached as his breath hitched. He felt so scared.

Soobin totally ignored Yeonjun and asked, "Why did you steal Kai's toy?"

Steal? He didn't steal it. He was just playing with it. Did Kai complain about him stealing the toy?

Why? He felt betrayed.

Yeonjun asked, "wait, really?"

"He stwol it!" Kai pointed at him. He glanced at Kai. Why are you lying Kai? All of a sudden, Soobin grabbed his cheeks. It wasn't gentle like usual, way harsh. "I'm asking you a question!" Taehyun flinched again, eyes widening as his breathing became unstable.

He yanked him as his grip on his face tightened. It hurt. "Can't you talk?!" And that was the limit, Taehyun was so overwhelmed with fear as he felt the air knocked out of him; he wheezed. The toy dropped from his hands as he clutched his chest trying to breathe.

He couldn't breathe.

Soobin's eyes widened, realising what was happening. Before he could do anything, Yeonjun yanked his hand away protectively from Taehyun's face. "Don't touch him!" Yeonjun's eyes flared at him as he protectively wrapped his arms around Taehyun. Gently rubbing his arms and asking him to breathe slowly. Telling him to focus on his voice.

Soobin scooted away and just watched it with a throbbing heart. Was he responsible for this?

He watched as Taehyun gasped for air, clawing his throat. He was crying and whimpering, couldn't utter a single word; he was in too much pan to talk. He felt like dying. Rough memories of his childhood flashed through his mind, sending him chills and waves of nausea. Tears prickled his eyes and made their way flowing down his cheeks.

He couldn't hear anything, none of the comforting words the eldest was offering, he couldn't feel the eldest rubbing back and literally wrapping him in warm hold, guiding his head to his chest and stroking his hair. He couldn't feel any of that. He was trapped in his mind, pain and sorrows;detached from reality.

He choked, trying to breathe as he felt bile rising in the back of his throat. Taehyun lurched forward, putrid liquid mixed with an undigested slurry of breakfast splashed on the floor, some soiling his shirt and pants. Endless stream of tears flowed as he felt his stomach clawing at him. He whimpered as he felt the next wave coming. He gagged again bending forward as Yeonjun swiftly placed a trashcan under his chin. He rubbed the younger's back gently, offering comforting words. "It's okay Taehyun-ah, let it out. You're gonna be okay. I'm here." Although he didn't know the younger could process his words in that situation or not, he caressed him in the gentlest way possible, as if he was a fragile glass that could shatter anytime.

Taehyun coughed and heaved, bringing streams of vomit, he thought he'd pass out. Which he did soon after he had stopped throwing up.

Secured in Yeonjun's hold, he could finally breathe. The control his mind had over his physic fading, finally letting him have a break from the pain.

He was still shuddering and whimpering in his slumber of unconsciousness. Kai was already crying from what he had witnessed. He felt responsible for accusing Taehyun of stealing when he didn't.

Kai just wanted to prank him. It never crossed his mind that the outcome would be this dangerous. Kai was a little who liked to prank because it made him feel relieved from the stress. He didn't have any bad intentions though.

And Soobin on the other hand felt so guilty, he didn't know how he'd face Taehyun once he wakes up. Nonetheless he comforted Kai as the little was crying and helped Yeonjun in cleaning Taehyun up and putting him in bed.

"You know Soobin his psychiatrist said clearly to take care of Taehyun in his headspace gently because his trauma is way worse than Kai's? Yet you kept comparing him to Kai, and the worst thing is you said those words in front of him. He heard you say all that when you are the one he cherished the most in his headspace. Why? Because he felt comfortable with you, but what did you do? He was in headspace because he stressed and you stressed him even more to the point he had a panic attack"

Soobin listened hanging his head low, muttering sorries from time to time. He would surely apologise to Taehyun when he wakes up.

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Should I write a SECOND PART?

[fairyofshampgyu]

Does anyone else get overwhelming daily waves of ‘I love beomgyu !!’ that makes you feel warm and full and feel like crying and throwing up falling to your knees BECAUSE I JUST LOVE BEOMGYUUUUUU😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭☹️☹️☹️☹️ JAHDJD><#*£gfgWAWAAHH I LITERALLY LOVE HIM :(<33💞💘💕💞💘💕😭😭☹️☹️🫶:(

[feverishly-kpop]

Beomgyu, Taehyun & TXT - Christmas Stomach Flu - Part 2

Soobin had his hands full. A sick hyung, two sick dongsaengs, and a Christmas Day performance scheduled in just two days. It wasnt that there was truly ever an ideal time for something like this to happen, but the timing of this couldn’t have been worse.

*~*~*~*~*~

It had hit Taehyun like a bus. He had been cleaning up his room when the nausea suddenly kicked in, making it to the washroom to be sick without a second to spare.

Soobin sat next to him, gently rubbing his back the same way he had for Yeonjun earlier that day.

“I shared food with Yeonjun-hyung last night” Taehyun managed to get out between sobs. The sudden onset of his illness had startled him enough to bring him to tears. He had just about caught his breath when he was hit with another wave of nausea.

“I know you did. It’s okay, you couldn’t have known. Just let it out” Soobin replied softly. Once he was certain that Taehyun was finished he handed him a wet cloth to wipe his face.

“Hyung, I just want to sleep” Taehyun sighed, closing the toilet seat and resting his head on the lid.

“Fair enough” Soobin replied. “But let’s get you to bed first.”

*~*~*~*~*~

Beomgyu made it a few more hours but still wasn’t able to avoid the inevitable.

Soobin had just flipped on his TV and flopped down on his bed, ready for a moment of relative calm after sitting with Yeonjun through his third round of vomiting for the day. His breath hitched when he heard a soft knock at the door, quickly standing up to open it and revealing a very sickly looking Beomgyu.

“Sorry to bug you hyung” Beomgyu started awkwardly, “but I think I’m running a bit of a fever.”

Soobin immediately ushered Beomgyu inside, sitting him at the edge of his bed before feeling his cheeks and forehead with the back of his hand.

“Oh Gyu, I think this is more than a bit of a fever. You’re burning” Soobin replied, momentarily stepping out of his room and returning with a thermometer.

“How is your stomach feeling?” Soobin asked after he slipped the thermometer under Beomgyu’s tongue. Beomgyu shook his hand in a “so-so” motion. After a minute the thermometer beeped. Soobin carefully pulled it out of Beomgyu’s mouth and glanced at the reading.

“You’re running a good deal higher than Yeonjun and a Taehyun” he said, resting his hand against Beomgyu’s forehead again out of sheer surprise. Soobin knew that Beomgyu had felt warm to the touch but he hadn’t expected his temperature to be quite so high.

“Do you want to go straight to bed? Or should we make a pit stop in the washroom?” Soobin asked as Beomgyu absentmindedly rubbed his midsection.

“Washroom I think” Beomgyu replied with an exaggerated sigh. “I feel kind of nauseous.”

*~*~*~*~*~

The apartment was dark and quiet by the time Soobin got Taehyun comfortable on the couch after another bout of vomiting.

“What’s going on with the performance?” Taehyun asked weakly.

Truth be told, Soobin hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the impending Christmas Day performance since the moment that Yeonjun had woken up looking exceptionally green that morning. He had immediately texted management to let them know that Yeonjun was down for the count, followed by two more texts with updates when Taehyun and Beomgyu were taken out of commission as well.

“Don’t worry about that, Tae” Soobin responded as he took a seat at the end of the couch, doing his best not to jostle Taehyun too much.

Taehyun rolled his eyes at that. “They’re canceling, aren’t they?” The frustration he was feeling was evident in his voice.

“Honestly, yeah, probably” Soobin replied, bracing himself for the fallout. “I’m just waiting on confirmation from management.

“It’s just a few songs. We could have done it” Taehyun started but Soobin cut in quickly.

“None of you are in any condition to be out of bed let alone on stage” Soobin said firmly.

“What if we have the doctor come and run us some IVs? We can restore our fluids and that should be enough to get us through the performance at least” Taehyun continued to push back.

“This isn’t up for debate, Taehyun” Soobin’s tone left no room to argue. “You haven’t been able to keep anything down today, nor have Yeonjun or Beomgyu. And frankly I haven’t even been able to get Beomgyu’s temp under 39.5°. So no, there won’t be a performance.”

Taehyun nodded, conceding defeat.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling sick” Soobin said with a sad smile. “You know MOA will understand though. They just want what’s best for us, and that means for you to get some rest.”

*~*~*~*~*~

The worst had passed by the time Christmas morning rolled around but Yeonjun, Beomgyu, and Taehyun were all still sporting low grade fevers and hadn’t yet gotten their strength back.

“How did you and Soobin-hyung not get sick?” Beomgyu mumbled around the thermometer that Hueningkai had just stuck in his mouth.

“We didn’t swap spit with Yeonjun-hyung” Hueningkai replied in a very matter-of-fact tone that made Soobin chuckle.

“Next time I won’t share anything and you all can go without” Yeonjun called from his room, his voice still hoarse and weak.

“Hey, no yelling, rest your voice” Soobin admonished as he popped into Yeonjun’s doorway. Yeonjun stuck his tongue out at Soobin before gesturing for him to come in and close the door. Soobin followed his instructions and entered, taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

“I’m really sorry for getting Gyu and Hyunnie sick” he said sadly. “And for the performance getting cancelled.”

“Hyung, stop apologizing. Nobody is at fault here. There will be other performances, just focus on getting back on your feet” Soobin replied. Yeonjun nodded as he laid back down.

Soobin went to leave him to sleep but turned around to add one final thought.

“For what it’s worth, hyung, I think this is our first time since debut that we haven’t had to work on Christmas. There are worse things in the world.”

Yeonjun smirked at that. “Merry Christmas, Soobin” he replied. “Enjoy your day off.”

[yeonjunsbxtch]

Sick of You - Choi Beomgyu

Summary: You hated Beomgyu, more than anyone. All he was to you was a scheming playboy that hated you just as much. It made you sick to think your best friends boyfriend hung out with him. You always felt he was a bad influence. Until one night you found yourself at the club for your best friends birthday party, when Beomgyu saved you from the unthinkable.

Genre: Smut + angst

Warnings: clubs, drinking, bars, swearing, victim blaming, drugging, asshole!Beomgyu, pet names, unprotective sex, teasing, arguing, alcohol, marking, hair pulling, enemies to ???, pinning, switch!beomgyu, switch! Reader, fingering, choking, praise, dirty talk, manhandling, name calling

Pairing: Beomgyu x fem!reader

Word Count: 6k+

*summary, genre, word count and warnings are not final and are subject to change

*COMING SOON*

[kimjiwoong]

230611

[tomorrowxtogether]

230316 #ACT_LOVE_SICK Review 2 '#TXT's performance on another level 🕺' #shorts #투모로우바이투게더

[hwanwooyoung]

the way I've been waiting for the txt sg concert behind for months and they finally uploaded it today but I feel bad watching it now

[ppulverse]

the worst part of it all is that happily ever after is SUCH a beomgyu song i can totally see him jumping around and doing some silly dance moves and having THE time of his LIFE on the stage while they perform this song but in reality bro didn't even get to sing the lalalas

[snowbaamgyu]

Based on the interview of last year and the scenes of the documentary Our Lost Summer where they show us a bit of sick Beomgyu :(

[k-sickies]

sickie beomgyu

caretaker taehyun

4. “it’s just a little upset tummy, I’ll be fine *stomach growls* “okay maybe more then a little upset…”

love your writing btw <3

Warning: description of throwing up/vomit

Currently TXT were in the middle of an interview and Beomgyu was feeling worse by minute. He told the members and staff before the interview started that he was feeling bad but he didn't think it would be this bad. His stomach gurgling sickly. The contents of it sloshing around even though he is sitting still. Beomgyu can't help but curl up around his stomach a bit, not being able to sit up straight. One of his hands gripped onto Soobins knee to ground himself. He was in a cold sweat and started to feel dizzy. 

Soobin took the youngers hand and gave it a hard squeeze. He was really worried about the young singer but he couldn't do anything while they're in the middle of the interview. He leaned over to the younger and whispered. "If you want to leave you can. It's up to you." 

Beomgyu nodded at that. His stomach cramped and he couldn't hold back the pained expression. He called the staff over and shook his head. Making it obvious that he needs to leave. Slowly he stood up. Taehyung, who sat on the other side of Beomgyu, held him up his his waist. So badly he wanted to go with the older but he couldn't. 

As Beomgyu left her other members and the interviewer gave him a concerned look. Luckily the interviewer was really nice and didn't say anything bad about it. Making the staff and members feel at ease. 

Backstage Beomgyu immediately sat down on the couch and rested one hand on his stomach. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He doesn't feel like throwing up right now but he wasn't so sure if that feeling would last long. Hopefully it was just an upset stomach that would go away. He took a few painkillers before that staff drove him back to the hotel. 

In his hotel room he decided to lay down in bed and try to take a nap. Maybe that would make him feel better. He was sharing a room with Taehyun and he couldn't be happier about that right now. The younger is one of the quiet members and Beomgyu really needs it to be quiet if he feels bad.

After a few hours the door of the hotel room opened. Taehyun arrived back. He frowned as he saw Beomgyu sitting on his bed. The older one looked really pale and his hair was sticking on his forehead. 

"How do you feel?" Taehyung asked 

Beomgyu tried to smile "It's just a little upset tummy. I'll be fine." After he said that, his stomach growled loudly and Beomgyu burped. Grimacing because it tasted funny.

Taehyun raised his eyebrow "A little?" 

Beomgyu sighed "Okay maybe more than a little upset.." 

Taehyun noticed how his Hyung turned a bit green. So he took matters into his own hands and grabbed the trash can. Just in time he placed it under Beomgyus' chin. The older hunched forward and burped up a mouthful of sickness. 

Taehyun held the bucket until the older one was empty. He placed the bucket aside and bought it into the bathroom. On his way back he took a cold washcloth with him. Taehyun gently cleaned his Hyungs face. Beomgyu leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. 

"I feel really bad.." he admit.

"I bet you do, Gyu." Taehyung said as he stroke away the sweaty hair out of Beomgyus face. 

"It's Hyung." Beomgyu mumbled. 

Taehyun laughed softly "Okay, Gyu Hyung."

[ox1-lovesick]

beomgyu sang the silence between their lines guys dw

[flashymoa]

No More Please- Sick Soobin (ft BTS Jin)

Part 2

Link to Part 1->

Sickie: Soobin

Content: fever, vomit/emeto, fever hallucinations, ignorance, hospitals, lots of angst and fluff, a little bit of BTS caring mainly Jin (this is after summing up all the parts)

A little recap of previous part and let's continue~

"What is your problem seriously, why are you so careless?! Does our time or schedule have no value to you?!! This is not expected from a leader."

Soobin tried so hard to hold back his tears. Nothing was going well. First he didn't feel well, his ears were ringing and now everyone was angry at him. Could it be any worse?

Soobin held back his tears, as he tried to explain. "I'm so sorry, hyung. I felt so sick-" before he could go any futher Yeonjun rolled his eyes and said, "Such a drama queen. Now that you can't do anything properly, you're pretending to be sick. What more stories are you gonna tell? You have fever, you threw up etc etc? Huh?!"

Soobin felt betrayed. Even Taehyun was taken aback at this point. He saw Soobin hanging his head low, shoulders tense the whole time Yeonjun was giving him a lecture. Taehyun couldn't just stand and watch. He turned to Yeonjun, "hyung, please stop. I think you're crossing the limits. Soobin hyung isn't like that."

Of course Yeonjun wasn't buying that. He glared at Taehyun and Taehyun gulped in fear. No one dared to speak over Yeonjun, the eldest. Moreover, Beomgyu was on Yeonjun's side. Kai wasn't present and only Taehyun wanted to argue to defend the leader; and Soobin, well he was just trying to find ways to make the situation better.

Finally, Soobin cut off the silence, "Let's start the practice." No one said anything and the dance practice started. Soobin felt exhausted when the practice hadn't even fully started yet. It was just doing warm-ups. But he felt miserable. His stomach was cramping and he felt heavy. Not to mention he was sweating bullets without even doing much workout. But he pushed himself. Because no one was ready to even listen to him.

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1 hour passed. As much as Soobin wanted, he couldn't ask for a break because he knew exactly what would happen if he did. Everyone would get angry at him again.

Soobin tried, he really tried hard to go on with the flow. But no matter what he did, he kept messing things up. The dance instructor had warned him a few times already. Not to mention Yeonjun and Beomgyu's constant flares. Taehyun didn't glare, his expression was something Soobin couldn't quite make out.

"Soobin what's wrong with you today? I've lost count of how many times you've made mistakes!" their dance instructor yelled.

"I'm sorry, I'll try more." Soobin muttered in a low voice. Yeonjun became even more annoyed at this. "Yah! Can't you even speak properly?!"

"I'm sorry, I'll do better," Soobin repeated himself, speaking clearly this time. Soobin was getting frustrated at himself. Why couldn't he get things right? He felt like crying but he couldn't cry; he could only look at his members like a pathetic, trying to find a little comfort which he couldn't find. His members didn't have any sympathetic or loving gazes towards him at that moment. He felt miserable.

Another few hours passed. Soobin was barely surviving. The music was playing, and he was dancing totally relying on muscle memory. He felt so hot, sticky and heavy. His stomach was aching more than he could withstand without groaning. At one point he felt like passing out, he wanted to at least sit down.

Soobin knew neither his members nor the dance instructor would let him take a break. But his body couldn't take it anymore as he sat down in the middle of the choreo, breathing heavily with eyes closed. He felt like throwing up.

Before anyone could utter a word or yell at him, he spoke up, "I n-need a break. J-just 5 minutes please." He trying his best not to stutter. He didn't want to be labelled again as a drama queen.

"You can't be serious right now Soobin, we just had a break an hour ago!" Yeonjun yelled.

Soobin didn't say anything, he got up and said, "I'll be back." He walked normally while exiting the practice room because he had to act like he was fine. Because everytime he wanted to say he wasn't feeling okay, or showed any signs of weakness, he'd be yelled at. He had no choice but to act normal in front of them.

They were 5 people who trusted each other like family, yet Soobin didn't know why he felt so lonely right now, when he needed their comfort the most. He felt like he was alone, struggling to do things properly.

As soon as he exited the practice room he was limping, clutching his stomach. As he made his way to the bathroom, at one point he didn't know if he could make it to the bathroom anymore. His stomach was churning painfully, his body felt so heavy he thought either he'd throw up on the floor right then or pass out. He took deep breaths to calm down, nothing was working. His world was swirling, even walking straight felt like an extremely hard task.

Soobin finally reached the washroom which he thought he wouldn't be able to make it. As soon as he got himself into a stall, he collapsed in front of the toilet, retching and vomiting violently. He squeezed his eyes and clutched his stomach in pain. He gagged and choked as his eyes widened. He coughed, and heaved again and again. Everything hurt. He started crying at some point.

When he finally finished, he slumped against the wall, closing his eyes, his breathing unstable and shaky. He had no energy left. He was sure he had a fever now, the weird stickiness and chills definitely indicated fever.

Soobin needed help, he wanted to call someone to help him but who? Everyone was mad at him, no one cared. Not a single one of his members cared. He felt so lonely. He thought of calling Kai once but immediately thought against it as the maknae was already sick and resting at home. That's when Soobin heard his phone ringing, 'Yeonjun Hyung' it read.

Should he pick it up?

After arguing with himself a thousand times, he picked it up. Soobin was so weak he didn't even have the energy to say hello or hold the phone to his ears. He put it on speaker and let it fall onto his lap.

Yelling was the first thing he heard. "CHOI SOOBIN! WHERE ARE YOU?! DO YOU KNOW AFTER SAYING 5 MINUTES HOW MUCH TIME YOU SPENT?!! HUH?!" it was Yeonjun. Much expected.

But Soobin didn't expect Beomgyu, who was younger than him, to yell at him too. "HYUNG WHY ARE YOU SO CARELESS? DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY SHAMNE THAT THE WHOLE GROUP IS LAGGING BEHIND BECAUSE OF YOU?" As bad as Soobin felt because of sickness, he felt even worse to be treated like this by his own members. Endless tears were streaming down his face.

Taehyun was speaking now. They probably put the phone on speaker and now everyone was taking turns in scolding him.

"Hyung are you oka-" Soobin hung up. He didn't want to hear it anymore. He was so sick of being scolded. He didn't even know he was sobbing loudly until someone knocked on the door. He didn't answer, he knew it was Yeonjun. He hugged his knees and buried his head over it. He didn't want to be yelled at again.

Someone pushed open the door as it wasn't locked. Soobin thought it would be one of his angry members. He heard someone gasp. "Omg Soobin! Is that you?"

He felt someone placing their hand on his shoulder but he slapped it right away, sobbing even harder, "N-no m-more Please. No m-more- s-scolds."

He took a shaky breath. He felt a hand being placed on his shoulder again, "Soobin! Listen to me," Soobin slapped it away with all the energy he had, "NO!" He was stuttering badly. "Pl-please s-stop- scolding. I-I c-can't take it an-anymore." He was hyperventilating at this point. All of a sudden, his stomach turned as he lurched forward with gag, vomit pouring on his lap as he couldn't make it to the toilet bowl. He heaved again as Jin held him to keep him away from his own mess which didn't help much since Soobin had already vomited on his pants. "I-I'm s-sorry. I'm so sorry p-please d-don't yell." He was a crying, sobbing mess, traumatized in one word.

Soobin didn't know who the person was but that person didn't scold him, rather handed him with such gentle hands, rubbing his back and telling him it's going to be okay. He wanted warmth and this person's warmth pulled him close, making him relax as he was felt like he was freezing.

It was Jin from BTS. He was shocked to see Soobin like that. But before anything, he needed to help the younger out. He cradled Soobin in his arms, gently stroking his sweaty hair and giving back rubs. He could feel the intense heat rading from the younger, indicating the poor boy had a pretty high fever.

After Jin coaxing Soobin for a while, he had stopped crying but still violently shivering and slurring in a feverish delirium. Jin was so sure Soobin was mistreated either by his members, or the manager and whoever had done this to Soobin, he wasn't going to let them go so easily.

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1688 words.

Karma waiting in the next part🤧

[fairyofshampgyu]

Crying over gyu :(☹️ I love him😭

[feverishly-kpop]

TXT - Sick Team

“You’re still running a good fever” Yeonjun sighed, settling the thermometer back on Soobin’s bedside table.

“I figured as much. I feel…weird…” Soobin replied sadly. “How’re the others?” Soobin couldn’t help but worry about his dongsaengs even after 36 hours of being sick in bed.

“Kai is still staying with his family. I told him not to come back until everyone is feeling better. Taehyun is starting to feel better. He said he hasn’t been nauseous at all today.” Yeonjun hiccuped, unconsciously rubbing his stomach. “Gyu’s been sleeping all day. He called manager-hyung and said that he was feeling better but was put straight back to bed the minute hyung walked in and got one look at him.”

Soobin chuckled at that before grimacing with pain as his head throbbed. “His temperature is manageable though?” The discomfort was evident in his voice.

Yeonjun nodded, pushing Soobin’s hair from his forehead. “I’ve been keeping an eye on it. Nothing to worry about. High enough to make him a little uncomfortable but low enough that it’s not keeping him awake.”

Soobin let out a deep breath. Yeonjun hadn’t noticed how tense Soobin had been but wasn’t surprised. Anytime the members weren’t feeling well the leader was on edge. Even when he himself was sick too.

“You should be asleep too” Yeonjun said softly, adjusting Soobin’s blankets around him before heading back to the door.

“Hyung” Soobin called after him, causing Yeonjun to turn around. “How are you feeling?”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes. He thought that he had been doing a better job hiding his own discomfort. The last thing Soobin needed was more to worry about.

“I’m totally fine…” Yeonjun began but was immediately interrupted by Soobin.

“Bullshit. Tell me what’s wrong” Soobin said. It wasn’t often that he pulled rank as leader with Yeonjun but when he did he left no room for Yeonjun to defy him.

“I’m a little feverish. And my stomach is a little weird. No big deal” Yeonjun replied.

“Hyung…” Soobin said with a sigh, gesturing for Yeonjun to come back into the room. “You’re sick. You need to rest.” Soobin slid over in his bed. Before Yeonjun could give it a second thought he found himself laying down and snuggling into Soobin’s side, Soobin’s feverish warmth melting some of the chill that he couldn’t seem to shake since he had warmed up.

Just as he was about to doze off there was a soft knock at the bedroom door followed immediately by the sound of the door opening, revealing Taehyun holding Beomgyu to his side, rubbing his arm.

“He had a nightmare. I told him you were both just fine but he didn’t believe me…” Taehyun said softly, still trying to comfort Beomgyu.

“We’re all good, Gyu! Come here. You shouldn’t be on your feet” Soobin said as he sat up, dismayed to see Beomgyu looking so unwell. “Hyunnie, you shouldn’t be up either.”

Taehyun shook his head quickly. “My fever broke earlier this afternoon and hasn’t come back. I’m happy to help. Especially now that I’m the only one who isn’t currently burning up from the looks of it” he added, gesturing toward Yeonjun, who was distracted with his crying dongsaeng.

“Thanks,” Soobin said quietly with a smile as Taehyun stepped out of the room. Within a few minutes Yeonjun, Soobin and Beomgyu had managed to get comfortable enough to get back to sleep where they stayed until Yeonjun was roused by the door opening again.

“I told you not to come back yet” Yeonjun said, his voice thick with sleep but Kai only smiled sadly in response.

“Taehyun told me that he was feeling better but that you were sick now,” Kai replied as he softly laid a cool compress across Soobin’s forehead and one on the exposed area of the nape of Beomgyu’s neck. “I thought he might need a hand” he added as he wiped Yeonjun’s rosy cheeks with the third cloth before laying it across his forehead. “Now go back to sleep before you wake these two up.”

“Thanks, Kai, goodnight” Yeonjun said softly before dozing off again.