#sick!San

[whats-k-popping]

Summary: When he opens their bedroom door, he's hit by a pungent rotten acidic smell. It flips his own stomach and makes him put his knuckles over his lips. The smell is reminiscent of vomit, and his stomach instantly desires similar release. His disdain for his boyfriend vanishes immediately. He buries his own ill misery, replacing it with worry for his younger partner.

Pairing: Woosan (NonIdol AU) - established relationship

Words: 3511

Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Vom!ting || Fever || Fake Illness

Wooyoung has been planning this for weeks. A lot of time and research and actual money has gone into pulling off probably the greatest prank of their couples vlogging career. This specific prank seems to be trending right now, as he's seeing all the other couples they follow posting similar videos- "pranking my boyfriend by pretending to sick" and "will my boyfriend take care of me when I'm sick?" He binge watched all of them and found the content to be very cute. Even the gentle scoldings after the prank is revealed. 

And in typical Wooyoung fashion, he wants to show off how abundantly caring his boyfriend is to the whole world. Or to their 307k subscribers anyway. After all, it was his idea to start the channel. And he puts the most effort into making the videos, editing the footage and adding effects. So with San away on a business trip, he sets the plan into motion. 

He researches the best way to fake symptoms, leading him to the purchase of a thermometer that always reads a fever and a grotesque recipe for fake vomit. He hoards dryer lint, knowing it makes him sniffly and sings loudly in their empty apartment, intending to make his voice hoarse. 

San hasn't told him what time his flight leaves, only that he'll "be back Friday morning." Wooyoung pouted and complained at that answer, but San stood his ground. He probably wants it to be a surprise. Well, two can play at that game. He sets everything up the night before San's anticipated return. He doesn't want to risk anything spoiling his prank. Pranking is his speciality. 

He's got a box of tissues, medicine packets, bottled water, and the prank thermometer sitting on his bedside table. Hiding under the bed are a mist bottle of warm water and the jar of fake vomit. He's even set a bucket next to the bed and poured some of the fake vomit into it to really sell that he's been sick for a while. It smells terrible. It's perfect.

And of course, he camouflages the camera in the far corner of their room, angling the lense toward their shared bed to capture the exact moment San walks in and finds him ill. 

He's already filmed his whole preparation process, ensuring to keep his viewers in on the prank. He's even started editing that footage already. All that's left is to really play the part. He puts on his fluffiest pajamas (keeping his baggie of dryer lint in the chest pocket for easy access) and settles into bed, ready for his plan to unfold. 

He sleeps peacefully through the night, but startles awake at the sound of San's obnoxiously loud keychain jostling on his hip. Usually, he hates the thing. But for today's purposes, he's thankful that San chooses to sound like a human tambourine everywhere he goes. When he hears the door to their apartment unlatch, he quickly pulls the mist bottle out from under the bed. He sprays some around his sheets and some on his face before throwing it back under the bed. He starts rolling the camera, then quickly lays back down, ready for San to find him. 

San sighs heavily as he lets himself into the apartment. He rips off his coat, feeling uncomfortably warm in his only layer aside from a loose-fitting t-shirt. He kicks off his shoes and abandons his luggage by the door, not even caring to unpack. He just wants to crawl into bed, ideally snuggled up beside his boyfriend. 

He'd started feeling unwell the second day of the trip. He originally blamed it on the foreign food, but the more his symptoms progress, he thinks that maybe his seatmate on his departure flight wasn't just pale due to air sickness like he'd originally assumed. 

It was a hellish trip, but he was able to maintain productivity in order to return Friday, like he had promised. And was rewarded with a few days off. He'd originally planned to spend those days spoiling Wooyoung. Now he thinks he'll use them to recover from whatever illness his immune system failed to prevent. 

But no use dwelling on it further. He's finally home. Instead he shuffles his way to the bedroom, barely having the energy to lift his feet. He notices that the apartment is mostly unkempt. Dishes unwashed, belongings out of place, trash peeking out over the rim of the receptacle. He scoffs at the sight, mentally cursing the man he calls his boyfriend. He knows the younger isn't much for housework, but he wonders what's been keeping him so busy he couldn't load the dishwasher. Hopefully, once Wooyoung sees how sick he is, he'll clean it up. Otherwise, it will be left in disarray until he feels better.

When he opens their bedroom door, he's hit by a pungent rotten acidic smell. It flips his own stomach and makes him put his knuckles over his lips. The smell is reminiscent of vomit, and his stomach instantly desires similar release. His disdain for his boyfriend vanishes immediately. He buries his own ill misery, replacing it with worry for his younger partner. 

San swallows thickly, taking large strides to Wooyoung curled up so small under the covers. He takes in the scene of obvious illness that's settled around the room, side-eying the sick bucket on the floor as the source of the unpleasant smell. 

He gently brushes Wooyoung's bangs away to feel his forehead. He's not noticeably warm, but sweat coats his face and their bedsheets. Relief washes over him, thinking he must have already sweat the fever out. 

Despite San's touch being feather-light, Wooyoung starts to stir and open his eyes, slowly of course to remain in-character. "Baby, you're home." Wooyoung's voice is perfectly hoarse, all according to plan. Still, he tacks on a chesty cough for effect. 

"I just got back," San strokes along the younger's hairline. "Is my Wooyoungie not feeling very well?" 

Wooyoung just shakes his head with a pout, adding a few shivers. San responds by pulling the blanket up to his chin. "How was your trip?" The younger asks. 

San smiles at his sick dongsaeng, ruffling his hair. "Business as usual" is his simple reply. Leaving out all the bits of his own experiences with illness. "I'll tell you all about it when you're feeling better." 

"Kay," Wooyoung yawns, nuzzling himself closer to San. 

The smell of the bucket beside the bed demands his attention. The effect the putrid odor has on him is becoming too hard to ignore. His stomach gurgles and bubbles in anger the longer he's crouched beside it. "Baby, I'm going to wash this out okay? Do you think you'll need it anytime soon?" When Wooyoung shakes his head, San grabs the bucket holding it far away from his face and rushes to the bathroom. 

He pours the contents into the toilet bowl and flushes all in one quick motion. While he's filling the bucket with water, he uses the sound of the running tap to mask his own gagging. He spits up a mouthful of sick he easily recognizes as the in-flight meal he begrudgingly stomached a few hours ago into the toilet and grimaces. Airline food hardly looks good the first time, but the second time is menacing.

But he doesn't have time to wallow in his own disgust. Not when Wooyoung needs him. He takes a few deep breaths and shakes out the fog from his head. Taking a long look in the mirror, he tries to convince himself it's jetlag. He hopes he could convince Wooyoung, too, should the younger notice his pallor. He flushes his own sick and brings the rinsed bucket back to the bedroom. 

Meanwhile, Wooyoung is exacerbating his own symptoms with a smug smile of success. In San's absence, he not only refreshes the misting he'd applied earlier, but also takes a long whiff of the dryer lint in his pocket. The reaction was almost immediate. He's a watery-eyed, sniffling mess when San returns with the bucket. 

San sets the bucket aside and sits on the edge of the bed. He plucks a tissue from the conveniently placed box and starts dabbing the younger's waterline. "What hurts, jagiya?" 

"Everything," Wooyoung whimpers in such a pitiful way, he thinks he deserves an Oscar for his performance. 

"I'm sorry you weren't feeling well and I wasn't here," he wants to lean over and comfort Wooyoung with a soft kiss, but he doesn't want to further compromise the younger's immune system by introducing new germs. Or vice versa. He settles for scalp scratches, which Wooyoung leans into. "You just rest, hyung will take good care of you now." 

"Thank you, Sannie." Wooyoung coos as he starts to drift off. 

San eyes the thermometer on the side table and it seemingly reminds him. "Don't fall asleep just yet, let me take your temperature first." He pleads, and Wooyoung opens his mouth obediently. 

When the thermometer reads 39.2 degrees, San's eyes widen like saucers. Wooyoung hadn't felt that warm. But he resolves that maybe he's sporting a fever and it's making Wooyoung feel cooler to touch. "You’re burning. I'm going to get you a cool cloth," he rushes off with the thermometer in hand. 

In the bathroom again he rinses the thermometer and sticks it under his own tongue. When it beeps, he reads 39.0 degrees. Wooyoung still has a higher fever. So he needs more attention. He returns with a bowl of ice water and a washcloth. He takes good care to ring it out and places it carefully on Wooyoung's head. 

"Rest up, now. I'll fix you something to eat, then you can take medicine and have a shower. The bedsheets need to be changed anyway." San dictates a pretty organized plan, though he has low hopes of the success rate. 

"Choi San, my guardian angel," Wooyoung slurs with a thick sniffle. "I love you," he puckers his lips expectantly. 

"I love you too." San resists the urge again to kiss his sickly boyfriend. Instead he pats Wooyoung's thigh and exits the bedroom. Their living room futon has never looked more inviting. He throws himself onto it, completely spent. 

He wants to be the doting boyfriend Wooyoung deserves him to be. But his own illness is catching up to him disapointingly quickly. With Wooyoung napping, he's bought himself time to rest. He thinks about cooking something, but the thought of being around food enrages his stomach. And his head feels trapped in a thick fog. He can't guarantee his own safety in the kitchen.

So he opens the delivery app on his phone and orders some comfort foods to be dropped off at the door. As soon as he sees the confirmation screen, his eyes slip closed entering into a restless sleep. 

Alone in the bedroom, Wooyoung is feeling a little disappointed. San is doing a great job at taking care of him. He's unknowingly showing off his gentler, domestic side to their fans. But there's been a severe lack of cuddling. San didn't even kiss him in greeting. San always kisses him after a business trip, to make up for all the missed kisses while he was away. He even rejected Wooyoung's kiss request. Physical touch is Wooyoung's primary love language. And San's not being very physical affectionate. 

In their four years together, Wooyoung has gotten sick more times than he can count. And without fail San had always cuddled with him. San never withheld kisses out of fear for his own health. San never ever left him alone to nap. The thought flickers through his mind that San is onto his trick, but he dismisses it. Impossible, he's been in-character the whole time. He just needs to up the ante for more attention. 

He uncovers the hidden jar of fake vomit, ready to draw back San's attention. He opens the lid. And after a few wet sounding coughs, he loudly pours the contents into the empty bucket. The sound echoes, and the stench of the chunky liquid is even worse after a night of fermenting. The acid smell almost makes his eyes water. But at least the next few coughs are real, gagging on the stench. It helps make the whole presentation more believable. 

San wakes to the sound of liquid hitting plastic, and jumps up when he hears Wooyoung coughing. It doesn't take long for him to piece the two together, despite his fevered haze. And he's in the bedroom before he even realizes his legs moved. He sees Wooyoung cradling the bucket in his lap, face over the rim and spitting into it. His breathing is ragged, exhausted. 

"Hyung," Wooyoung whimpers, "I threw up again. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." 

The whole experience is too much for San's senses. The smell turns his stomach, Wooyoung's high pitched voice which he usually loves rattles a new headache. He suddenly feels too hot and too cold at the same time, feels a fat bead of sweat drip toward his brow. But Wooyoung needs him. 

He takes two clumsy steps before he bends at the waist, vomiting whatever’s left in his stomach onto the foot of their bed. 

For the first time, Wooyoung breaks character. San's never been one to get sympathy sick. So Wooyoung immediately knows it’s an expression of illness. He spares a millisecond glance to the camouflaged camera before rounding the bed, grabbing San before he collapses into his own mess. 

"Wooyoung," San sputters, a line of saliva dangling from his lips. Wooyoung's arms are wrapped around his waist, the only thing keeping him upright. He tries to pull himself away, using the edge of the bed for support. "Get back in bed. I'm okay." 

"No you're not, hyung. You just threw up." Wooyoung is not the strongest, but he has no trouble escorting San to his side of the bed. He gets San to lean against the headboard, away from the vomit stain. "Will you throw up again?" Before San has a chance to answer, the younger walks over to pick up the bucket filled with his fake vomit just in case.

San lets out a belch as the smell wafts before him, but it's dry and unproductive. He shakes his head at the question, assumingly empty, and turns his nose away from the foul smelling bucket. He's convinced he'll feel better once it's gone.

Wooyoung takes the hint and sets the bucket aside to be cleaned later. He presses the back of his hand to the older's forehead. "Sannie, you're burning up!" 

"It's jetlag," he scripts despite how ridiculous it sounds. When Wooyoung doesn’t budge, he quickly changes tactics. "You're sick too. You shouldn't be worrying about me." 

There's a lump in Wooyoung's throat and a guilty look in his eye. This wasn't how he'd envisioned the content to turn out. This wasn't how he wanted to reveal the prank. He feels real nausea from the guilt, but fights it back and confronts the truth, "I'm actually not sick, Sannie." His cheeks flood red with embarrassment, "I wanted to do a prank video. For our channel." 

"But the vomit?" 

"It's just a combination of vinegar, milk, and bread." 

"I took your temperature. You were over 39 degrees." 

"The thermometer isn't accurate. I bought it for the prank." Wooyoung scurries off to the bathroom and San notices there's not a falter to his step. He comes back with their actual thermometer. He puts the tip in his ear and waits for the beep. "See, 36.9." 

San still looks unconvinced. "The sniffling," Wooyoung exposes the lint baggie. "And the sweating," Wooyoung presents the mist bottle. 

San's eyes widen, then sharpen into a glare as he scans the room for the camera. He catches a small glimpse of a reflective surface tucked into their accent plant and points at it. "How long have you been filming?" 

Wooyoung's head hangs in shame. He fidgets with his fingers in his lap, unsure of anything else to do with them. Instinct kicks in and he wants to put his hands on San, but he’s sure the older doesn’t want that right now. "Since you got home." 

San pouts. He's exhausted as his illness settles in. He craves Wooyoung's nurturing. But he's simultaneously angry at Wooyoung for needlessly worrying him. It's a war inside his head that brings a pulsing pain with each new thought.  "I'm going to take a shower." He throws his legs over the edge of the bed, squinting his eyes as dizziness sweeps over him. 

"Do you need my help?" Wooyoung offers, also noticing that San is in no condition to escort himself. Out of habit, he wraps an arm around San's shoulders to support him. But San just shrugs him off, hoisting himself off the bed and slowly making his way to their bathroom. Wooyoung takes the hint, despite how much it hurts. He gives San space.

While San's in the shower, Wooyoung tidies the bedroom. He removes the soiled bed sheets and replaces them with a fresh pair. He discards his props, and sets up San's night stand with the necessities. Amidst the chores, Wooyoung hears their doorbell and finds the food San had ordered hanging from the handle. The blonde smiles at the two containers of samgyetang. 

San emerges from the bathroom dressed in his comfy lounge wear. He doesn't smell vomit when he enters the bedroom, which is a relief. The bedding is changed, turned down on his side, and he settles right in. Wooyoung had everything set up for him. There's medicine on the nightstand. The bucket has been cleaned again and set down for emergencies. And their real thermometer is leaning against his reading lamp. The only thing missing is Wooyoung. 

Maybe Wooyoung really left him alone to take care of himself. He knows Wooyoung would never do that, but the thought still stings. He curls up under the covers and tells himself that Wooyoung didn't do anything wrong. He tells himself that Wooyoung wouldn’t have tried to prank him if he’d known. He convinces himself not to be mad at his best friend. He even blames himself for not telling Wooyoung he’d gotten sick during the trip. Thinking about it nearly pulls him to tears. 

Wooyoung enters the room slowly, carrying a lap tray. "Do you mind if I come in?" He asks cautiously from the doorway. San, nearly on the verge of sleep, perks up at the sound of Wooyoung's voice. "If you need time, I get it. I just want to make sure you eat something. You won’t feel better on an empty stomach." The small laugh that follows is the most awkward sound San has ever heard. 

"Come here," the older encourages, scooting a bit to make room for Wooyoung. 

Wooyoung tries not to feel too excited as he carries the tray inside. He's still feeling guilty about how everything turned out. He needs to make amends. He sets the tray off to the side and sits on the bed. "I'm so sorry, Sannie-hyung. I didn't mean to overwork you. What can I do to make it up to you?" 

San shuffles under covers, a mischievous look on his face. He nudges Wooyoung with his knee until he falls off the edge landing with a thud on the ground. The older chuckles a bit at the pout on Wooyoung's face. It makes him feel just a little bit better. Reminds him of why he loves the high-maintenance blonde. "You can start by taking care of me," he shivers, "I’m too tired to stay mad at you.”

Wooyoung hops off the floor and climbs beside San is the bed, cuddling him and playing with his hair. He leaves feather light kisses against his boyfriend's warm forehead. "Of course I'll take care of you, Sannie. You're in good hands." 

San hums in content, closing his eyes and nuzzling into Wooyoung's chest. "Can I keep filming? I want all of our fans to know that I can take really good care of you, too." Wooyoung asks, eyeing the discrete camera that's already captured the whole altercation.

San smirks. Wooyoung always bounces back so quickly. It's an endearing quality. "As long as you include the earlier footage of you apologizing to me for faking." 

Wooyoung is never too proud to admit his mistakes. Another endearing quality. "Guess we'll split this episode into two parts then." He looks at the camera, then at San again. The older nuzzles close to him. Wooyoung reaches for the bowl without disturbing San’s position. When Wooyoung holds out the full spoon, San just opens his mouth expectantly. 

San eats half the bowl before he can’t stomach any more. He starts to doze off, so Wooyoung quickly gets him to take a dose of medicine. San’s compliant as ever, ready to snuggle up with Wooyoung and sleep until he feels better. Wooyoung whispers, not enough for the camera to hear, "Just rest now. I'll be right here." San believes him.

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A/N: A woosan fic, as promised. Though I must admit, not the one I was working on when I first said I was writing one. I found a new guilty pleasure and had to write a fic about it. I'll be the first to admit I'm not totally satisfied with it. I've been fidgeting with this fic for weeks. I feel rusty after not writing anything for so long. But hopefully getting back into it will help me regain my confidence. So let's see how this goes.

As always, thanks for reading to the end! I really appreciate each and every one of you who make it this far! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

[k-sickies]

3k of what was just a small idea...

Or more like the story on how Yeosang found out that he can't handle a person being sick to their stomach anymore-

Warning: description of vomit

Vacation. Ah what a beautiful word. Especially after an amazing but stressful tour. 

For a few weeks Ateez are allowed to have free time, it was just three days off but to them it meant everything. Without a camera or staff. 

The members individually decided what to do. Some of them stayed home and used the time to relax. Then there are Yeosang and San. 

Those two decided to go on a trip to Jeju island. Just the two of them relaxing in the beautiful nature. But before flying to Jeju, they had to take the train for a few hours since they planned to make a short stop at Sans hometown and visit his parents.

-

“Yeosang~ we are running late! Usually you're not that slow with packing. What are you doing??” San whined, standing in the door frame of the olders room and watching him search for something in his wardrobe.

“I’m looking for what to wear for the last few days! I have my casual clothes but I don’t really have anything nice picked out.” Yeosang mumbled distractedly, a small pout on his lips. 

Anyone could tell that Yeosang was really excited for the trip as he usually wants the tip to break his head over what to wear that much.

San smiled softly and walked over to the older, lightly smacking his friend's butt. 

“Yeosangie you're really special.” He giggled as he looked through Yeosangs wardrobe. Picking a few clothes out of it and putting it neatly into the older one's suitcase. 

The good thing is that the younger one knows exactly what Yeosang likes to wear and how he could stress himself out over the smallest things.

Yeosang watched San in awe. His eyes were shining. He's really happy to have such a good friend.

“Ready, puppy?” San teased as he ruffled through the olders blonde coloured hair.

“I think so..” Yeosang trailed off, distracted by Sans actions. He quickly checked off his mental checklist before nodding as confirmation. “Yeah, I’m ready. Also, I’m not a puppy!”

“Yes you are!” San laughed as he quickly rushed out of the olders one's room. 

Knowing too well that Yeosang would get his revenge as soon as they’re in the car.

So San grabbed his own luggage and quickly walked over to the car, putting it in the trunk and seating himself on the backseat. 

Luckily they have one of those privacy screens between the back and front seat, so the manager wouldn’t bother them and they have their privacy. 

San could swear he forgot something, he checked his list but as soon as Yeosang entered the car, his thoughts stopped. Probably wasn’t anything important. 

He looked up at the older and put his most innocent smile on, blinking his eyes in hopes that Yeosang would be easy in his revenge.

Yeosang pouted a little at him. “At least I'm not a mountain.” He huffed playfully, crossing his arms. 

“You’re a mountain.” Yeosang repeated, holding back a giggle and trying to stay serious.

San acted offended and shocked. Putting his hand over his heart. “Wow Yeo. How can you get so personal?”

It stayed silent for a while until both of them broke into a laughing fit. Now it’s finally time to start their own little trip. And it will be a good one. At least that’s what they thought. 

Until 20 minutes into the drive San knew what he forgot. His medicine for motion sickness. It’s now sitting at home.. on the counter.. all alone.

How stupid could a person be? Forgetting their own medicine. 

San knew better than to forget that, he knew how horrible his motion sickness could get. For a moment he wanted to tell Yeosang and ask if they could turn around and get the pills. But he decided against it as he saw the sweet smile on the olders lips as he looked out of the window, clearly excited. San couldn’t destroy that peace. 

He smiled fondly as he watched the older. 

How can such a person be such an Angel? San thought. 

San sighed to himself. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad this time and he would make it through the whole car ride without getting violently sick. After all, he doesn't feel any kind of symptoms right now. Maybe luck would be on his side today.

On occasion, Yeosang turned to San to point out the interesting little things his eyes picked up on. Sometimes it would be a little field of flowers and other times it would be him pointing out nostalgic buildings. His favorite cafe, an arcade, the McDonald’s that Wopyoung got sick at one time.. it was funny how the littlest things had such a big meaning. 

“Sannie look!” Yeosang exclaimed, pointing out an animal shelter. “I wanna adopt them all.” He pouted. “Sannie can we get another dog?"

Slowly, San turned his gaze out of the window. Knowing that this may trigger his motion sickness. He looked over to the animal shelter. Smiling about the fact that Yeosang would like to help every creature in the world. San is no different. He would too. 

“I don’t think we can handle more than one dog, Yunho is enough.” He chuckled 

“But I’m sure we could ask at the shelter if we could walk some dogs for them in our free time?” 

San knew their free time was limited and there’s rarely a chance they would get to do that. But right now he doesn’t want to destroy the mood and just hopes he could please the older with that.

The younger tilted his head to look at the older one. Noticing his eyebags. He must be tired. No wonder. He didn’t sleep the whole night, too excited for the trip. But San also knew that Yeosang never sleeps in cars, always having a hard time to rest in them.

Yeosang noticed him looking up at him. The older tilted his head at him with curiosity. “What is it, Sannie?” He smiled. He knew San well, and he also knew that the face he was making was his “oh- that’s worrying” face. 

“Is there something on my face??” He pulled out his phone to look in the front camera, turning his head at all angles to make sure he looked okay.

San snorted. “Yes, your eye bags that make you look like a zombie. Didn’t you sleep?” 

He knew the answer but he still wanted to hear it.

“Give me a break, I was too excited!” Yeosang whined playfully at him. It was true. Sometimes when he was too excited or too nervous for something, it took him forever to fall asleep. Sometimes he even had to take medicine to help him sleep, but even then he’d often be awake until 4 am because his body still wouldn’t let him. At least it was out of excitement this time.

San hummed understanding. 

“So you want to try to sleep? You look exhausted.”

He knew the answer. Yeosang wouldn’t be able to. Not in the car, not like that. San did know a way it would work out, but he also knew how shy Yeosang could get. So he wanted him to admit that he really is feeling exhausted. That would be a tough one. Even though he could already see Yeosang yawning. 

“You know my shoulder is rather comfortable. That’s what Woo always says.” San giggled.

“Well.. I could try, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. You know it’s impossible for me to in a car.” Yeosang sighed. “I’ll be okay.”

San rolled his eyes. “Idiot.” 

Without saying anything else he wrapped his arm around the olders waist and pulled him close. So now Yeosangs head was resting on the youngers shoulder. San could feel that Yeosangs body stiffened under the sudden skin ship. 

His arm that was around the olders waist carefully took Yeosangs arm and started drawing circles on it. That’s what Wooyoung always did to San when he had trouble falling asleep after getting sick in the car. He knew that Yeosang would eventually relax. At least he hopes so. He doesn’t want the older to be all tired as soon as they arrive. He knew how devastating it would be for Yeosang to not enjoy every minute of their trip.

Sadly San could feel that Yeosang was still stiff under his touch and didn’t relax one single muscle. San knew why. The older is probably flustered by the situation. 

“It’s only awkward if you’re making it awkward.” San murmured. His voice was soft, sounding comforting.

Yeosangs eyes were widened with surprise, his cheeks red and his heart pounding. What was he supposed to do? He can't help but feel shy about every sudden skinship. Eventually, he found himself subconsciously relaxing under Sans touch, trying to fight the urge to close his eyes. Soon, a wave of sleepiness overwhelmed him and his eyes began fluttering close. His breathing began evening out. He was falling asleep.

“Liar” San grinned. 

He was proud of himself. Being able to let the older fall asleep in a car was something one could be proud of. Honestly he was surprised that it worked. Actually he thought it wouldn’t and he would just have a tired and moody Yeosang the whole car right. Luckily that wasn’t the case. 

Now it was his turn to stare out of the window and enjoy the view a bit. 

As Yeosang slept, the more relaxed he became. His arm landed onto the youngers lap and remained there for a bit before he shifted in his sleep. His arm snakes around his waist and he buried his face further into San. He’d never been able to sleep so peacefully during a car ride.

San smiled softly as he watched the slightly older sleeping so peacefully. He pulled him just a little closer and continued to look out of the window. 

Honestly he can feel his stomach acting up. There’s a slight discomfort sitting on the top of his stomach. A slight headache settling in. 

Maybe it would go away. At least that’s what he wished for. 

Around 40 minutes later San knew his wish wasn’t granted. The uncomfortable feeling morphed into a painful one. Nausea settled deep in his stomach. His hands shaking and the dizziness only getting worse with each movement of the car. He could feel all the bumps of the road. Rocking his stomach contents back and forth. San can’t help but squeeze his eyes shut. Sweat dripped down his brows. 

Yeosangs arm around his waist is no longer a nice presence. The pressure feels too harsh on his stomach. Only making the nausea more known. A burp interrupted him, tasting sour. San knew what was going on. He needs to wake Yeosang up. Quick. 

But after the fifth time he tried to shake the older awake to no avail, San gave up. That wasn’t his best idea. Letting Yeosang, the exhausted and tired Yeosang, sleep in the car while he forgot to take his damn medicine. But the older one looked so exhausted and tired. San couldn’t help himself. But this is a price he’s willing to pay for his friend. 

However, with a rather harsh bump the seatbelt and Yeosangs arm got pressed more into his stomach. Only now he knew how upset his stomach really is. He doesn’t even have the time to swallow down the sickness. Because suddenly he leaned forward with a gag and clear liquid rushed up his throat. Splashing directly onto Yeosangs lap, waking him up in the process. Normally San would immediately apologize, but he couldn’t react that fast. All he was able to do was fold himself around his stomach and let the rush of sickness come up his throat. He was coughing and tears started to stream down his eyes. The sickness burning his throat. He needs to get out of here but the manager is still driving, not noticing what is going on due to the blind screen. He hopes that Yeosang isn’t mad at him, after all getting thrown up on isn’t very pleasant.

Yeosang didn’t even really process the fact that he had a pile of puke on his lap, he weasnt really awake yet. As soon as he actually noticed what was going on he couldnt help but feel really uneasy. The warm liquid in his lap, the smell. He felt like throwing up himself. However he was quick to rub San back. He whimpered a little, anxiously. He didn’t know what to do. “I-It’s okay Sannie-“ the older attempted to help him.

Yeosang looked around for something, anything he could use as a trash can. He couldn’t find anything, so he just continued rubbing Sans back while trying his best to keep his own stomach in place.

San gasped between heaves. Trying to get words out. 

“S-stop the c-car..” he somehow managed to mumble between heaves. 

By now Sans hands were also soiled with sickness. But he couldn’t help but ignore that for the moment. He didn’t care. Not while feeling this sick.

Yeosang nodded and got the driver's attention to pull over. Once they did so, Yeosang carefully helped his friend out of the car. Along the way, he whispered what he had hoped to be words of comfort. He always did his best to make sure he was doing all he could to help. He’d feel useless just standing aside and being.. well, useless.

As soon as they got out of the car San hunched over, steadying himself with his hands on his knees. While Yeosang kept his distance. He couldn’t help but feel uneasy with the sight. Yeosang knew he had to help San but the situation was just too overwhelming. 

San was in absolute agony with another gag, clear liquid rushed up his throat, splashing on the street's asphalt. He gagged again, this time it was unproductive. Only spit hanging on his plump lips. There was nothing else in San as he was left in dry gags. Not being able to calm down. He tried to take a few deep breaths in and out. Until he finally looked at the puddle of puke in front of him. He cringes at the sight.

His hands were soiled, actually his pants and some parts of his shirt too. San just wiped off his hand on his pants, not caring since it’s already soiled. 

He guided one of his own hands under his shirt and placed it on his upset stomach. The nausea is still there, but slowly calming down. The solid ground he's standing on doesn’t make any movement. He’s still feeling dizzy though, but his mind no longer clouded. 

He spit on the ground one more time, trying to get the disgusting taste out of his mouth. 

Finally he looked up at Yeosang and saw his soiled pants. 

“Yeo..I'm so sorry.." he teared up. 

"I-I really didn’t mean to…. I wanted to wake you up…but I felt so sick and-“ he sighed, the redness on his cheeks is the only color that was left on the singer's face.

“Hey, hey..don't cry...” Yeosang began. Now feeling really guilty about not being able to help the younger.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it, okay? I- I need to get this pants off-” 

Yeosang couldn't help but rush out of the situation and get fresh pants out of his suitcase. He quickly changed himself, not caring that they're in public. Ad soon as he was in new pants the grabbed the hand sanitizer and cleaned his hands. 

"It's okay. It was just vom- no. It's water. Yes it was just water. Nothing else." Yeosang tried to calm himself.

Meanwhile San had cleaned himself up too with the help of the manager.

“I think I have some water.” the manager said.He went to check his bag. Thankfully he brought a water bottle. He unscrewed the cap and he helped San sip the water. “Slowly.” He reminded.

San nodded as he grabbed the bottle. Taking a few sips out of it. After that he took another sip to clean his mouth. At least some of the gross taste was out of his mouth now. He’s still feeling dizzy and weak though. 

San looked over to the car, frowning as he watched Yeosang. The manager knew better and gave some room for the two idols.

Yeosang walked up to San. Looking down and fumbling with his fingers.

“I’m sorry.. the car is all soiled now. Your pants too..” he bit his lips, trying not to tear up again.

“Ahh I should really clean that up now.”

San rubbed his neck in embarrassment. Only now really realizing what was really going on.

“No, no no!" Yeosang immediately rushed to San, teying his best to forget what happened. He wrapped an arm around San, gently rubbing up and down his arm. “We can take care of that later, you’re more important, okay? Someone will clean it up, you need to rest the best you can for now.” 

Yeosang offered a small smile, hoping that he was being comforting enough. He was often a bit awkward and didn’t really know what to say, but he hoped he helped, even if it was just a little. 

San sighed. “I’m still sorry...” 

Then he looked down to the olders fresh pants. 

“Aren't those mine?" San asked 

Yeosang looked down at the pants. Now that San mentioned it. Those definitely aren't Yeosangs pants. 

"Oh- I must have grabbed the wrong suitcase-."

San chuckled “You did."

“Maybe~” Yeosang giggled playfully. “Alright come on, you gotta rest.” He carefully helped San back into the cleaned car, having him lean against him the same way that the younger did for him earlier. He held him close, rubbing gentle circles on his back. 

“Try to rest now, okay?” Yeosang whispered. He hoped that he did somewhat okay with taking care of his friend. As he continued to hold him close, he could feel the younger's breathing begin to even out. He sighed in relief at that. “Get better soon, Sannie.”

Yeosang couldn't help but feel relief that San was sleeping now. He had to admit that the situation grossed him out a lot. Actually it made him feel sick himself but as the only comfort place for San right now, he had to be there for him. Even if it meant that he had to stay strong. However, he knows better now. Next time they're in a car he will make sure not to sleep on anyone's lap or even be near someone who might get sick. He never had a problem with vomit before but now he isn't so sure anymore…

[hualianschild]

DO. NOT. TALK. TO. ME.

credits to @/huaenrose on X

[bleedingmochi]

an apple to make ya feel better ~

(˶•᷄ᆺ•᷅˶)⁠.⁠｡♡

[sparticus2000art]

Here’s a bad guys line up!

I’ve been thinking about how I want to draw these guys recently, and I figure I may as well draw it out!

I’ll be using these designs for any projects I tackle with them going forward! (Unless I change my mind on things)

Nightmare by jokublog

Dust by askdusttale

Killer by rahafwabas

Horror by sourapplestudios

Cross by jakei

[dreemurr-skelememer]

white noise

james marriott is now public enemy #1 for writing this song

[sunnythedawg]

[woaaahh-itz-caam]

You should draw errormare on Christmas.... Giving each other gifts...

GUHH IM SORYY TU FOR TAKING SOOOO LOG BUT HERE IT IS HEHEHEHEHEH

i swear this was only supposed to be ONE doodle but the voices got me

[zu-is-here]

<– • –>

[mblue-art]

"I hate you. Do you know that?" "mhm. sure. love ya too, kit—" "Killer."

<< 🎯 extra

[xtaleunderverse]

"My brother had many fans, but only one special secret admirer. They sent each other super corny letters all the time, even during our guard shift.

He suddenly stopped talking about this person. There was no more letters.

I wonder if they ever met at some point..."

[peophonia]

Will i be executed if i started posting utmv stuff

[roadkill-creatures]

I need everyone to see my vision

[pigeonstab]

@wickjump your Crepic M'am. I'll let you come up with what they're saying..

[thestrongestjewel]

doodles of them!

they are so important to me i dont think you guys understand- how insane I actually am about their friendship and how it just

broke

it was never meant to happen but it did anyway,,,, ahhhh i gotta love when a character's relationship is doomed by the narrative whahhh

their friendship- auhgrh THE POTENTIAL THEY HAVEEE I NEED MORE PPL TO TALK ABOUT THEM

[sanschool-askblog]

He was busy befriending ur mom

Yall I promise I meant to upload this earlier,

But then Artfight happened, then I hit 5k subs on YouTube and then got Covid

But finally I have the next update for you!!

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