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[setsuuestsu]

Feveruary Day 13

Prompt: “I wouldn’t even trust you to boil tea in your condition!”

Sickie: Taehyung | Caretaker: Jungkook

Word Count: 352

Notes: Another short one, but next one is longer, I promise!

“Tae-hyung?” Jungkook asks, using a warning tone. “What are you doing?”

The elder raised his hands in a ‘don’t shoot’ manner. “You see, I realized we hadn’t started the cookies for Hobi-hyung’s birthday. And the thought came to me last night that if we don’t make these specific cookies, Hobi-hyung is gonna cry.”

The maknae doesn’t say anything as he watches Taehyung pour a cup of salt into the mix instead of the sugar, which was long forgotten on the other end of the countertop.

“You’re delirious, aren’t you. Oh god, Jin-hyung never should have left me with you.”

He receives a frown and a “I’m not delirious!” though he knows his hyung totally is.

“I don’t think you should be baking right now!” Jungkook finally says. “I wouldn’t even trust you to boil tea in your condition!”

“There are no prerequisites or conditions for baking,” Taehyung insists, as if he hadn’t just blatantly ignored what Jungkook said. “Anyone can bake. Even me!”

He gives his hyung an unimpressed glare. “First of all, you’ve never been able to bake. You don’t have the patience to watch dough rise! You don’t even have the patience to set a timer usually, and then everything comes out burnt. And then second of all, that’s not what I said to you, but alright. Anyways, we still have five days until Hobi-hyung’s birthday, so don’t make the cookies yet.”

Taehyung groans dramatically, then coughs all over the dough.

Jungkook grimaces. “That’s actually so disgusting. And now that has to be thrown out. You are not giving Hobi-hyung a cold for his birthday.”

The elder sits on the floor in the middle of the kitchen. If Seokjin found out, he would have flipped his shit, and thank god Seokjin isn’t home currently. “Oh, I just want to do something … I’m so bored.”

“Get up, hyung. You need to go to bed and take some medicine.” He sighs. He feels like the hyung.

Taehyung pouts, but when Jungkook takes him by the wrist and leads him to his bedroom, he doesn’t protest and lets himself be dragged off.

[crystalsnow95z]

My mental state isn't the best right now, so I decided to just write without planning ahead since it helps me feel better. Edit: This is an old story. I'm fine now.

Trigger warning: stalker, anxiety, nightmare(dream cut*ing but not Tae or the boys), vom*t.. not for the faint of heart. unedited version. I may post a fluffier rewrite in my normal style.

Jungkook was in the middle one of his 2 am lives when his phone started ringing,9 interrupting the music. "What? Who's calling this late?" He checks his phone, seeing Taehyung pop up.Why would he be calling this late? He would get a notification that I'm going live on his phone, and he could just message in the chat.. I need to answer this..

"I'm sorry Army, I have a phone call." Jungkook exits the room and picks up the phone. "Hello?"

"Jungkook-ah, I'm scared.. could I come over to your place tonight?" Taehyung was whispering into the phone, his voice trembling and breathless.. "I just can't be home right now.."

"Taehyungie-Hyung, what's wrong? Of course I'll come get you." Jungkook searches for his car keys, remembering the tablet he left running. "One second." He covers the phone to talk to his audience.

"I'm sorry, Army, i love you guys,but I must go now. Something important came up." He quickly turns off the live the words coming out fast, bowing deeply to the camera for a moment before shutting it off. "I'm getting ready now. What's wrong? Is that wind? Are you outside?"

"I went..went t.to the convince sto.store to get some cold medi..medicine beca..because I wasn't fe..fe..eeling well and on..on..on my way back h..h..home there wa..was a wo.w..woman banging o..on my..my door ca.calling my name..Saying they ha..had to s.s.see me..That they were my..m..m.." Taehyung switches topics mid sentence."If i d..d..didnt open up they'd break in..but i wasnt in..so..i ran in the op.op.osite dir..direction and call..called the police, but.but didn't find,so they.. couldn't do anything..They just offered to ta..take me home, but I don't want to. She's somewhere.. I'm too scared to go home, Jungukkie.." Taehyung was still whispering, speaking quickly without even stopping to take a breath. His heart pounded violently in his chest, making it hard to breathe. His eyes darted around, looking for any signs of people around him, but the night was silent except for the sound of the tree branches swaying in the wind. I need to get as far away from home as possible.. she just hid somewhere I know it..

"Someone was at your home? Where are you now? I'm going to come get you. Send me your location." Jungkook slid on a pair of slippers, running to his car and mounting his phone, connecting it to his car. He could only pick up pieces of his stuttering mess of sentences."You'll be okay, TaeTae-hyung. You can stay the night with me as long as you need to feel safe."

I need to get to him as soon as possible, he's just barely keeping it together, his voice is trembling so much..

"Okay, please hurry.. I don't want to be alone..i can't keep moving..I'm feeling dizzy.." Taehyung finds a place to sit, his knees threatening to give in on him choosing to sit by the river sliding down the trunk of a large tree, hoping that no one would notice him in the shadows, almost dropping his phone when he shared his location. His body trembled uncontrollably, still feeling the anxiety swallowing him. "I..I got it.."

"Hyung, hyung,listen to me,you need to try to calm down. You're hyperventilating.. you need to take a deep breath.. I'm coming to get you, you just need to hang in there. You're going to pass out." Jungkook sets the location on his phone, speeding to find him, not caring if he got pulled over. "Breathe.."

Taehyung tried to take a deep breath but ended up coughing instead.No matter how many times he tried to fill.. "I can't Kook.." He whispers softly. Jungkook continued to try to soothe him but, he could hardly hear Jungkook over his heart pounding in his ears. He clutched the phone tightly in his hand, leaning heavily against the tree as he waited for the wave of dizziness to pass.

"Taehyung-ah! Please.." Jungkook begs desperately, eyes tearing up when he hears his hyung's dry coughing without a sign of ending. "I'm almost there, just try to stay with me a little longer."

"Taehyung-ssi !" The woman calls out to Taehyung, his blood turning cold. "I saw you yesterday and heard you coughing, so I made you some Jook and ginger tea. I just want to take care of you, honey."

Taehyung covered his mouth with his arms to try to silence his coughing. Tears swelling up dilating with fear leaving only a sliver of color left around his pupils, his blood running cold. She was watching me yesterday? But I didn't go anywhere. I was home.. How long has she been following me? I felt like ive been being watched for the past month while he was doing my schedules, has it been that long...?

"Hyung are you there?...Taehyung-ah!" Jungkook tried to get Taehyung to speak. He had to know he was okay. He checks to see if he hung up, but he was still there.

"Taehyung-ah! I heard you coughing! I know it was you. You don't have to be shy! I just want to help you. I know how much you dislike cooking so I made you a meal.."

Jungkook could hear the woman calling from his end, panic setting in. He was only a few minutes away from where Taehyung was, picking up speed. "I'm hanging up to call the police okay, hyung? I'm almost there just hang on a little longer."

Taehyung couldn't find his voice to answer, curling up in fetal position to try to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible. He was in no condition to try to reason with them. His chest tightened painfully, feeling like the weight of the world was pressing down on him. He held his breath trying to stay as quiet as possible.

"If you don't show yourself, I'll hurt myself. I love you so much.. Your rejection hurts so much. I just want to be with you.." The woman's voice was even closer now, but Taehyung didn't dare lift up his head to see how close.

Please...please leave me alone..Fans don't act like this.. Taehyung couldn't hold back a sob, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Please go." His voice comes out as a high pitched sob, pleading to the woman to leave him alone, but she ignored him feeding into her own fantasy.

"My sweet Taehyung, you don't look well at all, let me take you come and take care of you. Lets get you home.." The woman reaches for Taehyung, his whole body tensing up. She strokes his hair gently pulling him into her lap."I love you Tete, more than anyone else in this world. Don't cry baby. I know you aren't well..you've been working too hard. I've been watching.."

"Plea..please..don't to..t..touch m..me.." Taehyung picks up his head to plead with her, but she just reaches to hug him, wiping his tears with her fingers.

"I know you don't mean that, you just don't want me catching your cold. It's okay, baby.. I don't care. I'll gladly be sick with you.." she shushes him, stroking his hair. "Don't cry.. I know you must be lonely since you started living on your own.." she kisses his tears. "You're even beautiful when your crying..."

Taehyung tries to push her away, but to no avail. He didn't have any strength left. I can't do this. I'm not getting through to her..She's going to take me..Taehyung gave up fighting, giving in to black haze that washed over him, his body growing heavy in the woman's arms.

"Get away from him!" Jungkook rips Taehyung out of her arms holding him protectively to his chest. "You don't do this sort of thing.. He told you no! Please you have to understand there's boundaries!"

The sound of sirens drawing near makes the woman look uneasy. "Did you call the police just because I came to take care of my love?"

"He isn't yours." Jungkook glares, drying Taehyung's cheeks with his sleeve."You don't do this to people you love. Army doesn't act this way. Can't you see how scared he was? Didn't you even consider his feelings? He won't like you." Jungkook's voice was eerily calm with anger.

The woman sat there in silence, Jungkook breaking the delusion.

"Hyung, hyung I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough.. Taehyung-ah, please you're okay now..just breathe for me..."

Taehyung hears Jungkook calling to him, slowly opening his eyes, noticing the tears streaming down his face, sitting up quickly, knocking the oxygen the paramedic was holding against his face away."Junggukkie.. You're cry.." Taehyung tries to speak, but coughs.

"Take it easy Hyung.. You're okay now..the police handled it.. she's gone.. You're safe.." Jungkook tries to soothe his distressed hyung, sniffling. "She let the police take her."

Taehyung looks around, noticing the police car and ambulance nearby. Did I pass out...? Taehyung blinks slowly, trying to get his mind clear. He notices the stretcher, the medics prepping to lift him, but he clings to Jungkook's arm shaking his head.I don't need to go to the hospital.. I don't want to go..

"We can't make you go, but you lost consciousness, and you're running a fever." The paramedic suggests lightly. "You should at least get checked out at the hospital.."

"No, thank you, I can go in the morning. I just want to go with Jungkookie. Please?" Taehyung politely declines, taking Jungkook's hand and squeezing it. It took everything he had to keep his voice steady. The thought of them making him stay alone in the hospital overnight caused the tremors to return."I just want to go.."

"I'll take care of him. He's been through enough.." jungkook hugs Taehyung to his chest, feeling his hyungs heart still thumping hard in his chest. "Could we go now, sir?" Jungkooks speaks curtly, losing his patience.

"The police would like a statement first.." The paramedic gestures to the police car, the policeman noticing that Taehyung was sitting up now, going over there.

"Please I don't want to talk about it again..I already gave a report earlier.. it's the same woman.." Taehyung buried his face in Jungkook's shoulder, coughing into it.

"I told you over the phone what he told me and I told you what I saw." Jungkook glares at them, holding Taehyung closer."You already caught her this time." Jungkook hints at their failure, picking up Taehyung to leave with or without their permission.

"You can go then. Could I have a number to call in case we need anything?"

Jungkook gives them the number to his manager, scooping up Taehyung bridal style. "Have a good night officer." Jungkook bows, carrying Taehyung to the car.

"Oh my gosh is that V and Jungkook?"

"What happened?"

Taehyung hears voices of the passerbys in the distance, making his anxiety spike up again, holding Jungkook tightly.

"I won't drop you don't worry and i'll call the company in the morning and explain what happened okay hyung? Hyung?" Jungkook lifts Taehyungs chin noticing that Taehyungs eyes were unfocused even though he was looking straight at him. "Hyung look at me." Jungkook places him in the passenger seat.

I've been watching you.. The voice of the woman echos in his head, the memory of her unwanted touch making his body tense up again.

"Taehyung-ah!" Jungkook claps his hands together, making the elder boy jump, being pulled out of his own mind.

"I'm..I'm okay.. let's just go.. I don't feel well.. I want to lay down.." Taehyung's voice came out soft, Jungkook leaning close to hear him. Jungkook didn't believe him. He could hear Taehyung's heart thumping in his chest, his breathing came in short gasps and his eyes were still two black disks.

At least he's breathing. It's a start...

"Ah, Taehyungie-hyung, you're burning.." Jungkook hisses with surprise when he picks up Taehyung to carry him inside. He didn't think much of him falling asleep in the passenger seat. He'd already been feeling poorly the past few days, but he didn't expect his fever to get so high.

" 'm cold..." Taehyung's voice is soft, speaking slowly just barely awake. Jungkook lifts him gently out of the car, him pressing his pounding head into Jungkook's chest. "Hurts..."

"What hurts hyungie?" Jungkook asks helping Taehyung onto his back, supporing him with one arm under his butt, the other holding Taehyung's wrist, but only gets a soft hum as a response. "I'll get you some medicine when we get inside okay?" Jungkook carries him to the door letting go of Taehyungs wrists to try to get the key, but him instantly starting to fall back. "Please hang onto me just long enough for me to unlock the door okay?" Jungkook leans forward to try to keep him in place, relaxing when he feels the elder boy grip him.

At least he responded.. he's mostly out of it.. I gotta do something to cool him down..

Jungkook unlocks the door, carrying his ailing hyung to his room, gently placing him on the bed, taking off Taehyung's shoes and socks, tugging off his pants.

"cold.." Taehyung curls up, hugging his knees to his chest preventing Jungkook from getting his shirt and jacket off.

"Taehyung-ah you're being so difficult right now.."Jungkook strokes Taehyungs sweaty hair from his eyes. "Alright, alright.. You can keep it.. let me see if I have any cold medicine."

"Don't.." Taehyung coughs out the words.

"I'm not going far hyungie. Please I need to try to get your fever down. I'm just going to the other room." Jungkook pleads with him, his heart sinking when Taehyung grips his hand tightly. "You're still pretty shaken up..Okay hyung, I'll hold you for a bit, but then you need to take some medicine.." Jungkook pulls him into his arms.

Just as Jungkook almost had Taehyung back to sleep his phone starts to ring, leaving him trying to quickly fish it out of his pocket to try to silence it. Jimin is calling? Did he already hear about what happened?

"Hey, I'm trying to get-" Jungkook starts to talk but Jimin's panicked voice cuts him off.

"What's going on? There's photos of you holding Taehyungie while talking to the police all over weverse with captions about you abruptly ending your live."

"Jimin-ah I'll tell you about it later, but Taehyungie-hyung is burning up with a fever and he keeps coughing..I need to check for medicine but I can't leave him alone, he's still really freaked out about the thing that happened.." Jungkook avoids bringing it up.

"Aiigo, my poor baby.. he canceled going to the gym with me because he said he didn't feel well.. let me talk to him..he might let you go if he has someone to talk to." Jimin was burning with curiosity, but trusted Jungkook's judgement to not say anything with Taehyung around.

"V-hyung, it's Jiminie-hyung. He says he'll keep you company. Is that okay?" Jungkook holds the phone by his ear so Jimin could talk to him.

"Tete?" Jimin could hear Taehyung's breathing, but Taehyung didn't respond. "Hey Tae? I got a compliment from my personal trainer today. He's really surprised on how quickly my strength is improving." Jimin starts to ramble on about his day, giving Jungkook time to escape the room while he was distracted. Jimin knew he was still holding the phone when he hears Taehyung coughing, or give a little yes, in acknowledgement, but he didn't add anything to the conversation.

He's really out of it, I don't think he's even really processing anything I say to him.

"Hey Tae? Can you tell me how you're feeling? I'm worried about you.." Jimin wanted to see if he could get a coherent response out of Taehyung, and after a long pause he went to speak again, but heard Tae starting to speak.

"It feels like my heads gonna explode, my stomachs swirling.. and my hearts still thumping too hard, and..and it's freezing.. but I'm all wet.. I swallowed a frog.. and..I'm still vibrations.." Taehyung tries to think of the words he needed to explain, but a thick fog clouded his thoughts leaving him feeling frustrated knowing they weren't the words he wanted.

Jimin understood what he meant, though, wishing he could be there to comfort him, but a yawn escaped him, reminding him how tired he was."That sounds awful.. Don't worry, Taehyungie, Jungkook will get you feeling better, and I'll come in the morning.. I'm too tired to drive, or I'd come right now."

Taehyung goes to try to talk again, but the sound of Jungkook's footsteps spooks him, dropping the phone to the floor relaxing when he sees the familiar face of the mankae.

Jungkook enters the room with his supplies, setting them up on the table, pouring some medicine for Taehyung, propping him up against the wall. "Here Hyungie. Take this. It'll make you feel better."

Taehyung tries to take the cup, but when Jungkook saw his trembling hand he pulls it away again. "Let me do it. I don't want you spilling it." Jungkook tilts his chin up, using his thumb to part his lips, tipping the liquid into his mouth.

Taehyung coughs, swallowing it down. "Jiminah.."

"What about him Hyungie?" Jungkook asks, dipping a rag into the bowl of water to wipe the sweat off of Taehyungs forehead.

"I made him ran away.." Taehyung says, pointing to the floor.

"I'll get him for you. You just lay down okay?" Jungkook helps him gently slide back into a laying position, picking up his phone. "Hyung are you still there?"

"Yes, what happened? Is he okay?" Jimin asks worriedly.

"He dropped the phone. I'm not sure.. he's really out of it.." Jungkook furrows his brow with worry when Taehyung starts coughing into his fist.

"I got him talking for a bit, but it was like..when you try to use a translation app. You know what they mean, but the words are off.." Jimin explains what Taehyung told him, fighting off another yawn.

"I'll take care of Taehyungie-hyung.. you get some sleep. Okay? You had a busy schedule today."

"I'll come in the morning. I don't have anything planned until the afternoon. I love you Jungkookie, take care of Tae and send him my love."

"I will.. sleep well hyung..I love you too." Jungkook hangs up, focusing all his attention on his ill member. Jungkook runs the cloth over Taehyung's thighs, going down, washing the sweat off of his legs, forcing Taehyung to straighten out, but the older member instantly tries curling up again, making him have to put his hand on Taehyung's knees to keep him still. "Stop for a minute, Taehyungie-hyungie. I'm almost done. I just need to do your left leg."

Jungkook continues to gently wash Taehyung's body, unzipping his jacket and gently pulling his arms out, Taehyung moaning softly in complaint. "I know, I know..you can be mad at me, just let me cool you down some then we can cuddle all you want." Jungkook pushes up his shirt to run the cloth across his abdomen, gently making circles on his belly up to his shoulders.

Taehyung slowly starts relaxing at the rhythmic motion, exhaustion taking over.

(Here is the worst trigger warning. Cu*ting involved. Follow green lines to skip)

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"Taehyung-ah I love you.. don't you understand how much I love you? You told on me. How could you do that? I told you if you left me I'd hurt myself.. this is all your fault." The woman shows her arms covered in cuts and bruises, the blood dripping onto his skin. "You said that you loved your fans. How could you lie to me like that?"

Taehyung tried to move away from her, but his legs wouldn't move. Move..please.. I need to move..I can't breathe..

Taehyung could feel his lungs burning from the lack of air, but no matter how many times he tried to fill them, nothing came.

"You said you loved us.." the woman multiplied, each having more cuts than the last, tears streaming down their cheeks. "You said you loved me!"

Taehyung finally got his body to obey, managing to step back, but he rammed into someone. The figure wraps around him, whispering in his ear. "That's it, love, come to me.." she leaves kisses on his neck. Taehyung tries to pull away.

"No! He's mine!" Another voice yells. Taehyung finds himself being pulled from all angles, but when he tries to scream, no sound comes.

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~~Switches to a quick vomit scene ~~~

Taehyung wakes up from the nightmare screaming loud enough to wake up the sleeping mankae drenched in cold sweat. He bolts up, struggling to catch his breath but only finding himself coughing, giving no relief to his burning lungs. He frantically looked around the room, only setting his panic further when he didn't recognize the room, fear churning his belly.

"Taehyung-ah! What's wrong? What's wrong?" Jungkook reaches to touch him, to try to comfort him, but in his mental state, he doesn't even recognize the voice of his dear mankae, Taehyung backing away.

"Don-" Taehyung's stomach lurched, his small dinner from earlier pushing up his throat, spraying onto Jungkook and his bed.

"Woah..it's okay, it's okay.. I'll take care of it, okay? " jungkooks eyes widen with surprise, searching for something for him to be sick into. Taehyung didn't hear Jungkook's words. His mind was replaying his dream, sending the sick up his throat, gagging up the kimchi fried rice J-hope prepared for him earlier that day.

Jungkook brings him a waste bin, but he does not find it before the round of sick hits his bed again."Aiigo,You're really sick.." Jungkook sympathetically rubs Taehyung's back, holding the bin by his face in time for the next round.

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"Taehyungie-hyungie you're okay.. I'm here.."

Taehyungie-hyungie?

Recognition shines in his eyes when he sees the shadowy figure of Jungkook standing next to him. "Jungkook-ah.." Taehyung sobs,reaching for the golden mankae, tears streaming. Jungkook quickly takes off his shirt and wraps his arms around Taehyung, completely disregarding soiled bedding. Consoling Taehyung was the only thing that mattered to him.

"Don't cry, Taehyungie, I'm here, I got you.." jungkook strokes his hand through Taehyung's wet hair. "You're safe.. it's just me.. Hyungie it was just a dream. You're okay.." jungkook continues to whisper sweet nothings, trying to keep his voice steady. He was hot before.. but now I'm already sweating from holding him..

Taehyung coughs into Jungkook's chest as he tries to slow his breathing forcing himself to breathe deeply. I'm worrying Koo.. I need to try to pull myself together.. I have try..

Taehyung forces himself to take deep breaths, loosening his grip on Jungkook to try to down play the fear that still gripped him. "no worry..Koo no.." His words did nothing to stop Jungkook's worry. Not when he could hardly speak clearly.

"You think you can stay up long enough so I can wash you up? You're fever's really bad hyungie.. I'll carry you there." Jungkook could see Taehyung's eyes already drooping shut.

"Maybe.." Taehyung wraps his hand around Jungkook to make him easier to lift, gripping tight when being picked up,the woozy feeling returning. "Slowly..slowly.." Taehyung whined softly, closing his eyes to try to stop the room from spinning.

"I'll go slow, okay, just don't choke me.." jungkook says breathlessly, coughing when Taehyung loosens up on his neck. "Are you going to be sick hyungie?"

Taehyung shakes his head slightly. " 'm kay.."

Jungkook shuffles his feet across the floor, unsure on if he could believe him, wanting to keep from shaking him as much as possible until they were safely in the bathroom, propping him against the bathtub as he turns on the water, trying to get a good temperature that's not too cold.

Jungkook strips off everything but his boxers, doing the same with Taehyung, gently leading him to the tub. Taehyung jumps when the water touches his hot skin. "It's okay.." Jungkook holds him, wetting a cloth and running it across Taehyung's body.

Taehyung was shivering, clinging to Jungkook's body. "Cold Koo..it's cold.."

"I know, I know. It's cold for me too.." Jungkook's skin covers in goosebumps. "I'll get us out soon, okay?" He warms up the water to bring just above lukewarm, covering Taehyung's eyes and wetting his hair. "Just let me wash you up, and I'll wrap you up in a warm towel. Okay?" He massages shampoo into Taehyung's hair.

Taehyung doesn't reply, clenching his jaw shut to keep his teeth from chattering. I want out...

"I'm almost done." Jungkook finishes washing him as quickly as possible. "I'm sorry Hyungie.. I know.." He turns off the water and gets out to get a towel, drying off Taehyung's body.

"I'll do it myself.. yo.you dry yourself off,or.. or you'll get sick..." Taehyung pulls the towel from him, drying his dripping hair, trying to keep his teeth from chattering.

"Okay, hyungie." Jungkook smiles softly, relaxing when he hears Taehyung speaking in coherent sentences again. Jungkook starts drying himself off when he hears his phone ringing. "Don't try to stand up hyungie. Stay here, okay? I'll be back."

"No..no I'll go too." Taehyung shakily stands, putting his hands in front of him to stop himself from falling, a wave of vertigo washing over him.

"Woah Hyungie, be careful.." jungkook wraps the towel around Taehyungs waist, lifting him up. "Come on then. I bet it's one of the members."

Jungkook was right. It was Jimin."Jungkook-ah how's Taehyungie?"

"Super clingy..but I just gave him a cold shower, and I think his fever went down.. I'm not sure what else I can do.. he's still coughing and he can't walk without getting dizzy.. he also got sick when he woke up." Jungkook gets dressed, choosing an oversized shirt for Taehyung.

"I'm getting ready to come over now, don't worry, Koo. We'll get him feeling better together. Try to get him to eat something for now, I don't think he's eaten much lately.." Jimin frets over Taehyung. "Even if he won't eat, you should. You need to keep your strength up so you don't get sick."

"Okay, I will. Thank you, hyungie.." jungkook gently gets the shirt on him, kissing Taehyung on the forehead, notcing that he's fallen asleep again. "He's such a sleepy bear.."

"Let him sleep, I'll bring some of my pillows for him. Give him cuddles until then, okay?"

Jungkook nods with a yawn, cuddling into Taehyung's cheek, voice slowing down as he starts drifting off."I'll take care of him.."

[softbtsickies]

Voo, it’s okay, you’re okay

Finally have free time and wanted to revive my account (though though I don’t think I’ve ever been constant enough to say this has ever been a active account lol)

but anyways I found this draft from last year, I think I was going to go in a different direction but I’ve have lately been thinking of Seokjin being the type of caretaker to make things go as smoothly as possible and trying to make throwing up be as calm as possible for the sickie so decided to use this and added a start and a somewhat ending :)

♡ Sickie: Taehyung

♡ Caretaker: Seokjin

♡Warnings: Emeto, food mentions, not really a proper ending,

Enjoy :)

Taehyung thinks he can hear the laughter of both his members and the film crew downstairs below him, but he can’t bring himself to concentrate, as the pressure that’s been building up in his stomach all night has started to bring another feeling alongside the pressure. A clash between a thick nausea and an ache that makes him confused to if his stomach is making him throw up or if his dinner is just sitting, not moving.

You could never tell with his stomach if it actually has a reason to hurt him or if it’s throwing a fit over something it doesn’t like. Maybe dinner had coconut in it? Taehyung swore that he could possibly taste just the tiniest lick of it in his mocktail and his stomach seems to treat foods it doesn’t like as they are some bug, that what ever was inside needed to be removed immediately and even once gone his head will stick be stuck over a bucket for hours or one time even a couple of days just because it was a little too sensitive to let certain Ingredients make it passed the digestion phase.

Taehyung whines again feeling his stomach churn again with a small growl, mean he could just go get one of the hyungs and whine to them his ‘tummy hurts’ and that he wants to be comforted. Yet every time he feels himself about to get up, the thought of interrupting filming for what could be a false alarm crosses his mind or his stomach gives a little grumble in warning, the best he can do to comfort any unease is to pull his pillow tighter to his stomach. It would be nice if at least his body let him fall asleep but every time he feels his eyes start to drift shut his stomach flutters and sends up a small wave of reflux that feels more and more closer to bringing food up with it and he fears the prospect of falling asleep and vomiting in his sleep.

Taehyung doesn’t lift his head at all when he hears the door open, he lets the start of the words ‘I’m just tired’ form but a sudden squeak and dip with the weight of the bed makes his stomach dip with it, and it’s only natural for his body to curl up tighter. He feels nails starts to scratch smoothly from the bottom of his neck all the way over the arch in his back and down to his hips a couple of times before the person speaks up, “You’re not feeling well, Voo.”

Taehyung goes to say something, but his own stomach beats him to it, gurgling softly but still homing a sound of being upset. Seokjin let’s out a half amused laugh before letting his nails rub up Taehyung’s spine to neck and up to his scalp again leading to him brushing Taehyung’s fringe out of his eyes when the said member shifts uncomfortably, so his head is not hidden into the pillow and his eyes are meeting Seokjin’s warm ones. “It’s just a stomachache.” Taehyung’s voice breaks at the end, feeling his entire middle clench in, mouth watering with an uneasy taste spreading throughout the back of his mouth to his throat.

Seokjin makes a small a noise of acknowledgement and continued to run his nails song his back as they sit in silence for a couple of seconds until Taehyung’s stomach rolls again, embarrassing loudly, “Maybe it’s a bit more than that.”

“I know” Seokjin simply says.

Seokjin’s hand slips under Taehyung’s sweater and lands on his waist with his fingers getting closer to his tummy, “Voo do you want me to-“

“Please do” Taehyung cuts him off already knowing what he’s suggesting and feels his Hyung’s hand move onto his stomach, stroking circles around his lower ribs to mid-stomach. He can hear Seokjin make a small noise of sympathy, feeling the bloat in Taehyung’s belly that brings the blush back to his cheeks.

Taehyung’s stomach flips again against Seokjin’s hand with a small low moaning noise, and Taehyung squirms before burping softly. “Tae?”

“I’m okay, I swear.”

“You didn’t say you were fine earlier.”

“No, I said I think It's more than a stomach ache, not that I’m not fine.”

“But it distracted you for a second.”

“Wha-oh” it’s true he wasn’t thinking about his tummy’s churning for a second, long enough to relax his blush at least.

Seokjin smiles at him that it worked, but it doesn’t seem to have a lasting effect as Taehyung’s starts to heavily taste his dinner again with the saliva rushing into his mouth. He squirms in attempt to curl up tighter, but Seokjin’s hand stops him “relax, it’s okay,” he moves his hand back up to Taehyung’s crown and rubs his curls. “We’ll just go to the bathroom and get it over with.”

Taehyung shakes his head, “don’t wanna” then groans at how bad it makes him feel to do that.

“Alright, we can stay in bed and get a bin Voo, don’t even have to get up.” Taehyung really wants to say again he doesn’t want to, but another rumble travels from the pit of his gut and up his chest into a wet burp, and he has no choice to. “…okay.” He begins to sit up but feels a nausea induced head spin and slump a little, holding the pillow even closer to his turbulent tummy. “It’s okay, see you can even continue to hold the pillow, can you sit for a moment for me” Seokjin puts a hand under Taehyung’s head and the other around his chest and helps him sit up and lean against the wall and Taehyung groans in response. His head slumps forward with the urge to vomit making the saliva feel thicker inside his mouth.

“You’re doing great, Tae.” Seokjin quickly but with care, gets off the bed to not make it spring up and reaches for the small trash bin in the room before getting back on the bed and holding it under Taehyung’s mouth who burps softly again and spits up a small mouthful of spit.

“It’s okay, nearly there, just got to get through the hard bit, and you’ll feel better.” Taehyung wants to reply, saying he feels like being sick won’t be enough, but like a pattern, he can’t bring himself to speak. It’s the feeling of his stomach staring to shoot up on the inside and clenching In when it should be sticking out is getting overwhelming, but if he looses his breath he’s worried about choking.

“Taehyung, TaeTae, Voo it’s okay, breath yeah, ready nearly there.” Taehyung doesn’t have a choice, his mouth it’s getting warmer and with a long moan of his stomach it clenches in hard enough to make him gag and his body clearly wants his dinner out. As soon as the gag is finished, he’s already bringing up more than a mouthful worth of hot, semi digested dinner. Taehyung tried to breathe after that, but even more comes out this time and a little out his noise.

“There you go, doing so well, Voo!”

The sounds of Seokjin’s comforting words and Taehyung’s heaves start to blend in, and Taehyung doesn’t even know he’s finished vomiting until Seokjin coos at him and starts to dab around Tae’s mouth.

“There we go Voo, it’s okay, you’re okay” he smiles softly when Taehyung has the courage to finally look up. “There you are,” Seokjin pulls the tissue away, “We will take a minute to catch our breaths, and we’ll go get some water and wash your mouth out okay Voo?”

Taehyung just looks at Seokjin for a couple of seconds and with a small blink he nods.

“Good, you did so good, Tae.”

And he does feel like he did good.

[jkvjimin]

[24/?] random gifs of maknae line

[taechnological]

back to front

[sickonthedancefloor]

Jimin with number 3

Sickie: Jimin Caretaker: Taehyung Content: 3. Jimin + Fever/Delirium

Taehyung is in the middle of calling their tall, dimpled leader when he catches his best friend slip past him in the living room. He’d awoken early that morning to Jimin suffering terribly from some sort of virus, all chills and coughing from his spot next to him, and knew that already meant he himself was skipping practice. It wasn’t a lot, not from what Namjoon had told them earlier for the week; Hoseok was out visiting his sister and Yoongi had a few producing projects he wanted to catch up on, so the vocalists had all signed up for extra lessons just to test new sounds. But in reality, he really doubted anyone was going to get much done outside of solo work. Or at least that had been the plan, before he heard Jimin waking himself up by coughing. He was already clammy, which meant he was probably sick enough to stay home.

The original plan was to let Jimin sleep some more, before calling his doctor and dragging him in.

But he really hadn’t expected to see Jimin, in fresh sweats and jeans, shifting to the door. The smaller man sways unevenly as he leans down, groaning.

“Jimin-ah? What are you doing?” Tae asks. He drops the phone—which Namjoon had answered, very baffled—and hurries to his side. “Why’d you get out of bed?”

Jimin looks up at him, eyes glassy and fever-bright. “We’re gonna be late,” he says softly. And then he sniffles, inhaling in something wet and heavy. It sounds disgusting. He has one slide on, and one sneaker in his hand, as if trying to decide which shoes to wear.

“No we’re not,” Taehyung answers easily. He eases the sneaker from Jimin’s hand; Jimin grips his hand tightly instead.

“Come on, Tae-tae. We’ve…. We have dance practice. Rehearsal.”

Rehearsal? Oh, he must be worse than he thought. Taehyung’s free hand reaches up to press against Jimin’s forehead, grimacing at the offending heat. His fever is high. Jimin doesn’t even seem phased by the hand.

“Concert, next week. It’s runthrough day, isn’t it?” Jimin asks. “I… set my alarm.”

He’d set it but… Taehyung, who knows Jimin’s passcode, had already turned it off. And it was only eleven in the morning; their schedule, for practice, wasn’t even until four that afternoon. Taehyung just sighs, pulling Jimin into a hug. With a little laugh, Jimin’s hands reach up and hug him back, looped lazily around his waist.

“Too early, Jyimine,” he says softly. “Come on… Let’s go to the living room, okay? Kick your shoes off.”

He holds Jimin carefully as the older one manages to kick off his slide, then gently walks him over to the living room, setting him on the couch. Jimin groans softly, leaning down to lay on one of the throw pillows.

“Tae-yah?” he mumbles.

Taehyung takes a blanket and unravels it, covering Jimin with it. Jimin’s eyes close quickly, and as Taehyung picks back up his phone, he rubs his shoulder until the smaller vocalist drifts off.

As silence befalls the two, he hears his leader’s gruff voice calling his name. “Taehyung-ah?”

“Hyung.”

“Was that Jimin-ah?” he asks.

“Yeah. I don’t… think we’re gonna make it to practice today,” Taehyung answers. “He’s really out of it...”

“Want me to send the on-call doc to you?” Namjoon asks, voice calm. Taehyung already feels assured; leave it to their wonderful leader to know what to do. Taehyung can’t help but sigh in relief, which gets Namjoon to laugh.

“He’ll probably take an hour or two. Just keep Jimin hydrated and let him rest some, yeah? You did great.”

“Of course I did,” Taehyung answers with a laugh. “But if you can make sure he comes quickly, I’d really love that.”

[heybaetae]

i'm so fucking tired of having to say this but please, i am begging you. don't reblog my gifs if you're going to use the tags to complain, write negative opinions, or backhanded compliments about the person in the gifs I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO done putting time into making gifs just for people to use them as an outlet to bitch and moan about stuff like the clothes, the hair, the WHATEVER. you can have your opinions but write them in a your own post and not under a creator's work oh my fucking god how is this so hard to understand

[sickiesope]

Hello! Can I request a sick jungkook sleeping in bed with one of the members and he wakes up nauseous and then gets sick everywhere? I LOVE your fics💗

:) A Jungkookie fic for JK weekend! 💜

A rude awakening

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretaker: Taehyung

TW: emeto

Jungkook had this strange feeling in his gut -- particularly his stomach. He feels like something bad might happen but can't describe it. There's a knot feeling there and he can't tell if it's nausea or something else. After staring at the ceiling for five more minutes, Jungkook's had enough. The maknae goes to seek out company from one of his hyungs; Taehyung in particular.

Jungkook is able to catch Taehyung in the hallway. "Hyungie.." he starts timidly.

Taehyung sees Jungkook standing there, slightly cowering in posture with a less than cheerful look on his face. "What's up Kookie? Have a bad dream?" the older asks gently.

"No, I can't sleep" JK moans. "Can you sleep in my bed just for tonight? Pleease?"

Taehyung's a bit concerned with JK. There must be a reason the younger sought him out. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I don't know.. I don't wanna be alone though" Jungkook sighs forlornly.

"Awwh, of course Kookie." Taehyung can't say no to those pleading doe eyes. Jungkook loves having Taehyung's presence in his room. He finds it easier to relax and eventually drifts off.

***

One hour later:

Jungkook may be asleep but his stomach is active inside and roiling away. Jungkook stirs in bed, furrowing his eyebrows. His tummy churning wakes him up and he feels nauseas."Mm...ugh.." 

Jungkook sits up and his stomach gurgles raucously, throwing up his dinner in a second. Jungkook gasps and spews out a torrent of sick across the bed.

Taehyung wakes and notices the sheets are wet and warm.

Oh no..

Taehyung sees Jungkook puking into his lap, bringing up thick liquids with every heave and cough. The sound of it gushing out makes him cringe inside. But Taehyung knows JK is in the worst of it all.

Jungkook looks down in horror that he's sitting in his own vomit. "Oh no!" he chokes out in a high pitched whine, breathing rapidly. The blankets and his clothes are soaked and feeling sticky, not to mention the horrid smell. Jungkook is panicking with tears streaming "H-hyung, what just happened?!"

Jungkook tries to move but his stomach launched another stream all over the place, now on the floor too. He groans feeling exasperated.

Taehyung's mind races about what to do but he remains calm for Jungkook's sake. The first task is to get him out of here.

"Oh my god, I'm so disgusting!" Jungkook weeps.

"Shhh, no you're not" Taehyung assures. "It was an accident. Let's move to the bathroom?" 

Jungkook looks up with a shameful expression, vomit and saliva dribbling from his lips. His eyes are red and his hair's a mess. He's overwhelmed with everything and his whole body's trembling. He doesn't get how Taehyung can stand looking at him. But the older is completely invested in helping his poor doseang.

Taehyung reaches out his hand "whenever you're ready"

"It's okay, take your time" Taehyung says patiently.

"..Ok hyung" Jungkook slowly moves one shaky hand off his stomach and takes Taehyung's hand. The older carefully walks him out, looking back at him every few seconds. Jungkook doesn't say anything, he's too nauseas.

Jungkook suddenly gags again and runs ahead, not wanting to make another mess. He throws up in the toilet but it doesn't come out as forceful. The worst of it seemed to happen in bed. His stomach squeezes out a weak stream and it faded off. Jungkook moans woefully, wiping his mouth. He knew something was off but underestimated the severity of it. His bed is now a foul vomitus swamp and it stank up the room. His soiled clothes sticking to him along with the cold sweat on his back. It definitely doesn't feel pleasant.

Taehyung took the dirty sheets and wiped the floor while JK stayed over the toilet. Jungkook feels so guilty that Taehyung cleaned all that up. "Hyung, I-I'm --" he coughs wearily.

"Don't apologize, Kookah. It's okay" Taehyung brushes back his sweaty hair. "Let me bring you some new clothes." Taehyung quickly goes over to Jungkook's closet.

When Jungkook finishes with the toilet he slowly stands up, his lower back sore from bending. Taehyung gives him the new clothes and swaps the others for laundry.

Jungkook cleans his face and goes to find a new blanket himself. He already feels bad that Taehyung did everything else.

Jungkook drags his tired out body to the couch, he doesn't want to burden Taehyung any more. The couch isn't as comfy but at least it's dry. JK sighs and shifts around for a bit before closing his eyes.

Then he feels the weight of someone sitting beside him and opens his eyes.

"What are you doing, Kookah? Come sleep in my bed" Taehyung says gently.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. "Huh?? But aren't you worried that I'll ruin it?"

"It's okay, baby. I just want you to be comfortable" Taehyung murmurs. "I think you're mostly empty anyway."

Jungkook nods slowly, he was just dry heaving for the last few minutes.

Jungkook relaxes in Taehyung's bed, happy with the comfort upgrade. Taehyung put the garbage bin by JK's side. He also put a bowl on the bedside table as an extra precaution.

[setsuuestsu]

Fevebruary Day 1

Prompt: How Did You End Up Like This?

Sickie: Taehyung | Caretaker: Jimin

Word Count: 222

“Oh, baby.” 

Jimin pushed the door open fully, to where his boyfriend sat propped up by pillows in bed. Tae was egg-rolled in his blankets, only his hair puffed out and his eyes squinted with sleep. He coos and runs his fingers through his (only by two months!) maknae’s hair.

Taehyung peeks up at him and gives a congested sniffle. “Minnie, I’m dying …”

“How did you end up like this?” the dancer asks, holding the back of his hand to Taehyung’s forehead. “You were just fine a few hours ago.”

The photographer lets out a chesty cough. “Went with Tannie into a pool.”

Jimin’s brow furrows. “The pool?”

He thinks about it for a moment longer. Normally getting into the pool is fine since it— oh, this idiot … He then shouts, “Baby, it’s the beginning of February!”

“Sorry,” Taehyung sniffles. Jimin can tell he’s holding back a sneeze for the sake of those down the block with sensitive hearing, it’s that loud. “Tannie insisted.”

That makes Jimin even more confused. “What do you mean Tannie asked?? He’s a dog, or so help me! He can’t insist you do anything!”

Eggroll Taehyung leans himself against Jimin, once the elder takes a seat on the bed. He supposes that Taehyung is at his limit for talking, so they sit there in silence.

[myoonieverse-sugasremix]

113 days. 16 weeks

[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?"

[nikegguk]

the lip bite 🫦🫦🫦🫦

[taetaemilktea]

Remember when Taehyung had a cold/the flu (?) while touring? 🥺

[sickonthedancefloor]

can you please do a Taehyung sicktember fic on-

8. Persistent fever.

Caretaker of your choice.

Thank you <3

Finally! Sorry it took so long, but I finally got something out here~

Sickie: Taehyung Caretaker:  Jimin, Jin Content: fever, sinus issues, nausea, vomiting (mentioned)

‘Home early’, Taehyung types in the chat with Jimin, answering the two billion question marks he had sent while he was on the flight. Taehyung was set to do some photography in Tokyo for the next few days, but his managers and one on-site nurse told him they’d postpone and reschedule in two weeks, when the photographer had another open period. Taehyung didn’t think he was doing that poorly, certain the fever was mostly from the hangover and the stage lights, but his manager didn’t believe him for a second. So they packed up, wished him well, threw him in a mask and took the chartered jet back to Seoul.

Taehyung was under strict orders to ‘rest and recuperate’, and with a scoff he just maneuvers himself and his suitcase into his apartment and wishes his manager-hyung good night.

“I mean it,” his manager said, “I’m only leaving you alone because you said you can take care of yourself. So you better. I’m checking on you daily.”

“Hyung, it’s not that bad,” Taehyung dismissed that day, accepting the small hug and rough back pat before his manager moved back. He didn’t even bother checking his messages, didn’t even worry about his suitcase and let it drop in the living room. Shoes off, door locked, security on, Taehyung just ended up flopped in his bed and conking out for the night. He doesn’t catch his manager laying medication out on his dining room table, or the water bottle set at his bedside table next to his phone, before he let himself out and trusted Taehyung to sleep on his own.

~*~

Something felt… off. When Taehyung awoke again, he felt all sorts of wrong. His sinuses felt heavy and swollen, and he just felt overly warm and sweaty. His limbs felt heavy, but he really needed to be awake for a few minutes. He managed to get up for a little, when an odd emptiness bothered him into finally making his way into the kitchen to get something to eat. He didn’t have many fresh groceries, concerned most of it would spoil while he was out, but he did have juice. He grabbed a bottle of orange juice and then raided the pantry for his dry salvageables.

Ramen, perfect. Low-energy, little effort, still delicious. He heated up a small cup, oddly not wanting more. His stomach didn’t feel very solid… but this exhaustion just clung to him like a second skin. This wasn’t normal jetlag; jetlag didn’t normally come with sore limbs and a growing headache. But no food usually came with a headache, he remembered that much.

As his ramen cooked, he took two paracetamol from a pack laid out and sat at his table, checking his phone to send a thanks to his manager. A wonderful 6%, which had him going to find his charger while he waited for the painkillers to kick in. And he smiled. His darling Jiminie had sent him a message, full of emojis and silly aegyo-inspired phrases to greet him. He wanted to know when he was free, they could hang out or call while they didn’t have an agenda.

‘Anytime you want,’ Taehyung answered. ‘I’m free whenever.’

‘You’ve been back for 12 hours, why are you ignoring meeee?’

‘sleepg :(‘ came Taehyung’s lazy reply.

His ramen was done. Taehyung brought the cup to the table with a pair of chopsticks and began to lazily munch away. Just as he shoved a mouthful in, his phone began to buzz—with Jimin’s name flashing over the screen. Taehyung didn’t think twice before opening it, mumbling a weak “Jyiminie!” over his noodles.

Jimin frowned at his friend’s appearance on the camera. “Tae-yah… you don’t look so hot. Did you get sick?”

Taehyung shook his head, but the feeling had him grimacing a little. “Nah… just a headache,” he grumbled. “I think I’m still sleeping off the plane.”

That had Jimin’s frown growing. “But you were only in Japan… Taehyung, what happened?”

Taehyung shrugged. He knew Jimin was off traveling with his family in Europe, he didn’t want to worry him, especially given he was so far away. “They rescheduled everything for a few weeks, when the photographer’s open again. It’s no biggie.”

“Yes it is… Did they send you home sick?”

Taehyung’s deep sigh answered it all. “I’m fine, Jimin-ah. I have meds, I’ll sleep it off. It’s just a cold.”

That had Jimin sighing. He took a moment to doublecheck, asking what medication Taehyung had in his cabinet, offering to order him something if necessary. Taehyung waved him off, assuring Jimin of the cold medication he still had and a half-empty bottle of cough syrup. He showed Jimin the boxes as they chatted, for his friend’s approval. Jimin didn’t keep him on the phone long, telling him to sit still and eat his noodles. Taehyung put on light jazz and ate quietly, before he just trudged his way back to his room.

He was out by the time his head hit the pillow.

~*~

Taehyung woke to the sounds of something clanking around his kitchen. Worried about an intruder—a sasaeng, maybe?!—he sat up carefully, eyes darting around the room to look for any hidden cameras or ropes or odd people. Intruders to celebrities could be dangerous, and despite his apartment complex having top notch security, there had been a few incidences here and there. He felt wide awake, immediately although a thick feeling creeping up his throat made him want to cough. Taehyung slapped both hands over his mouth to stifle his sounds, then sipped at the water.

Then worriedly stared at the water: what if it’s poisoned?!

But… it tasted like water. It was warm, boring… maybe not poisoned. Taehyung glanced at his phone, to realize it’s been plugged into the bedside charger. Weird… When he tapped the screen, he noticed a few messages, all from Jimin.

Oh gods, Jimin could help.

Taehyung didn’t hesitate to open the contact information, ignoring the texts in favor of dialing him immediately.

There was a ding from the living room, followed by a light ringtone that Taehyung recognized instantly. And Jimin’s soft, light voice asking aloud, “Who could be calling right now?”

Taehyung didn’t move the phone until he heard the ringtone stop. Then Jimin’s voice on the other line, lighthearted but very confused: “Tae-yah? Why are you calling?”

“Jiminie… Are… are you in my house?”

That had the smaller boy huffing out a laugh, followed by footsteps shuffling to his room. When the door opened more than just a crack, he could see his best friend standing inside, his dyed-blonde hair peeking from underneath a beanie. Immediate comfort flooded Taehyung’s senses, and as he dropped his arm with the phone, he just huffed in a mixture of relief and exhaustion.

“You moron, you scared me!”

Well… that was valid. Now that Taehyung mentioned it, Jimin realized he didn’t really leave many clues. Just the message, as he pointed to Taehyung’s hand. “Well, I texted you I was coming over. I’m sorry.”

Groaning, Taehyung laid back on the bed. He felt drained again already, ready to sleep that fear out of his bones. Jimin just walked in, smoothing down his hair. “Sorry, friend. You didn’t seem like you were doing so well, so I came to check on you. I’m making soup.”

Oh.

Well, that was nice.

Taehyung smiled, a wide, dopey look as he leaned back on one arm. “You’re literally the best friend I could ever ask for.”

“Good!” Jimin danced back to the kitchen with a little wiggle, which had Taehyung laughing as he watched him head back. Feeling far more relieved, he flopped back against his pillow and opened his messages, clicking through them lazily. A response to manager-hyung—he’s fine, and a bonus Jimin!—and some emojis to Jimin himself, and one back to the group chat to send kissy faces and tell everyone he’s fine. He was just tired. He lets out a loud, obnoxious sneeze, before he just sniffles and turns onto his side.

He didn’t mean to doze off, but he woke up when Jimin calls his name, sitting on the edge of the bed. Jimin’s tiny hand reached up to smooth back his hair. “Tae-yah?”

“Hmm?” Taehyung’s eyelids felt so heavy. His limbs felt weighed down, but so warm.

“Taetae… your fever feels like it’s gotten worse. Have you taken any medication? Today?”

Taehyung just shrugged. “Dunno… when did you first text me?” Honestly, Taehyung wasn’t even sure when he got back. How many hours had it been since hyung took him home? He figured it’s been more than enough time, and shrugged, sitting up. Jetlag is a bitch. “It’s okay, Jyiminie. You cooked, right?”

Jimin nodded. “Food, then medicine, then you can rest some more.” But his words had an edge of finality to it. Taehyung knew this voice well: it meant Jimin was going to get his way because he said so. But the idea of food is enough to get Taehyung out of bed. He flopped himself over Jimin’s shoulder, laughing when Jimin complained about him stepping on his heels, and the two trekked into the dining area. Honestly, Taehyung just had a dining table because he had drinking guests; usually, they ended up in front of the television to eat and chat, but the table was a good place for shots and bigger course meals. All two times a year he hosted anything.

The soup Jimin made was absolutely delicious. There was minimal kick in the spice, gentle for Taehyung’s sensitivity to spicy foods, but flavorful enough it makes him smile. He drinks more broth than noodle, picks around a few of the vegetables, and nearly yawns into his spoon. He’s just… drained.

“I hope this helps bring down your fever,” Jimin says softly, reaching over to stroke his curly hair. It’s a mess, hardened with old hairspray and oils he hasn’t washed yet. “Have you had any other symptoms? Are you coughing?”

Taehyung just shakes his head. “Not really… most of it’s just drainage. I had to blow my nose a lot yesterday.”

Or, what he thought was yesterday. This fever just makes him feel foggy, warm and heavy-limbed and exhausted. A tickle in his throat has him leaning his head into his hands, letting out a few wet-sounding coughs. He wipes leftover spittle onto his napkin.

“Okay. Medication then sleep.” That sounded great. Jimin gets some nyquil into him, and some tea, makes him wash his face, and tucks him into bed with the promise that he’ll be there when he wakes up.

~*~

When Taehyung wakes up, his body is sore and he feels rotten. His limbs ache and he feels overheated, enough that he roughly kicks his blanket before he kicks too hard and finds a leg.

Jimin looks over. He’s typing away at his phone, playing some sort of game, but pauses when he catches Taehyung trying to free himself from his blanket. To help, he reaches a hand over and tugs the blanket down to his legs.

“Taetae-yah, what’s wrong?” he asks softly.

“I’m… hot.”

Jimin tries not to snicker. “Well. Yeah, you’re sick. Feeling overheated?”

Taehyung groans, turning onto his stomach. Jimin sets a hand on his back and begins to rub his spine, but the sensation makes him feel itchy and uncomfortable, and he wiggles. “N-no…”

“No?” Jimin’s hand stops. “Taehyung, talk to me. What are you feeling?”

Taehyung groans. Laying this way doesn’t help either. Just laying here feels uncomfortable, and he turns on his side, freeing his legs completely. His pajamas feel too rough, but the idea of standing to move, change, or remove anything seems to be the worst thing. When Jimin moves his hand to touch Taehyung’s neck, the younger one squirms a little.

“No, Jyimine, it hurts,” he whimpers into the blanket.

“What hurts? Did you injure yourself?” Jimin asks, but he’s kind enough to move his hand back, shifting closer to Taehyung’s face. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

Taehyung barely shakes his head into the pillow, groaning as he does so. Why did every terrible symptom have to hit him then? His headache is back, with a slow, steady throbbing. He feels nauseous from it. “No just… anything touching me… it hurts.”

“Oh…” Jimin knows this too well. When he feels too sick, his old injuries flare up and he feels nothing but pain in the worst areas for hours. But it’s been a while since Taehyung’s last dose, and he’s slept long enough that he could take some more. “Can you sit up? Let me get you some painkillers, we can see if that helps.” Not the strongest, not while he’s like this, but… Tylenol should help. Jimin slides from the bed to get the pills and water ready, leaving Taehyung to work the strength to sit up. When he finally manages to, he takes the pills from Jimin and lets his friend help him with the water. With the pills flushed down his system, Taehyung drops heavily back onto the bed, groaning when Jimin places a cold compress on the back of his neck.

But it… feels good.

“Thanks, Jyiminie.”

“Anytime, Taetae. Get some more sleep.”

~*~

By day three, Jimin had called in reinforcements. Reinforcements come in the form of Jin making a good soup, bringing in good OTC medication, and an extra person to cuddle on the couch. Taehyung felt absolutely rotten by this point, taking to dragging around his comforter around his shoulders any time he left his room. He ends up tucked into Jin’s side, letting Jin feed him whenever he got hungry for some snack or another.

Taehyung doesn’t remember much about day three.

~*~

On the fourth day, more so later that evening, Jimin tugs the thermometer from Taehyung’s mouth and frowns. Taehyung takes the chilsung cider offered and sips at it slowly, enjoying the cold feeling. The carbonation isn’t comfortable for his throat, but it settles his stomach. The nausea had worsened overnight, to the point where Taehyung was struggling to keep food down. Besides a bit of broth from that afternoon, he hasn’t had much luck.

The chills are worse, and he’s buried deep in his comforter and still asking for another blanket. His legs have been aching, on top of all of that.

“Your fever’s up, jagiya,” Jimin says softly.

“What’s new?” Taehyung responds, pouting around his straw.

Jimin strokes his hair gently, what little he can reach from Taehyung’s comforter, and the younger one leans into the touch. While the rest of him is sore, Jimin’s touch is light and familiar, and comforting. He’s worried, Taehyung can tell, but he’s too drained to do anything about it. He trusts his hyung and his soulmate, he’ll be okay.

If he listens vaguely, he can hear Jin on the phone. The eldest had stepped away to make a phone call, but Taehyung can tell it’s either to their team doctor or to the staff’s nurse team. “—up to 38.9 now,” Jin murmurs. Or rather, Jin could be speaking normally, but things sound muffled. Taehyung just leans into Jimin’s touch and closes his eyes. “It’s not spiking, just… steadily climbing. He said he’s achy, he had a headache earlier, and right now he’s been nauseous. Ne, ne. He vomited earlier, but I think he��s trying not to again. Mm.” Jin trudges back into the room. “Tae-yah?”

Taehyung groans. “Hyung?”

“Do you think we can get you to the car? The nurse says we should get you—”

That has the sick boy groaning, shaking his head. “I ‘on’t wanna,” he groaned. “I can just sleep it off. It’s only been a day.”

“Tae-yah, you’ve been home for four days. Your fever is persisting for too long, and you’re literally not getting better…”

Taehyung groans, shaking his head. He tugs the blanket over his face, pulling away from the solace of his friend’s gentle touch. When he feels a hand press on his shoulder, he flinches and tucks himself in further.

“Jin-hyung, don’t—” Jimin protests. His voice is muffled, but the hand goes away, and Taehyung’s shoulders droop, but he’s trembling. Taehyung whines into the blanket.

Gentle fingers reach for the blanket, easing it away from his face. “Tae-yah, you’ll overheat. Jin won’t touch your shoulder, okay?”

“Do I have to get up?” Taehyung asks softly. “Jiminie, I don’t want to leave…”

Jimin hesitates, looking up at Jin. Jin, frowning at them, turns into the phone. “Can the doctor come to us? Taehyungie’s not sure he can get up right now. He can? Oh that’s perfect. We’ll be here. I’ll give him some more ibuprofen while we wait.”

Perfect. Jimin releases the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, but he grabs the water bottle while Jin opens the ibuprofen and knocks four pills into his hand.

“Okay, Tae-yah. The doctor’s coming to you, but you have to take some medicine first.”

Awful. But a deal is a deal. Taehyung grumbles, propping himself up on one arm, his opposite hand reaching out for the tablets. He lets Jimin help him with the water and washes down the medication quickly. It’ll be irritating, on an empty stomach, but the doctor knows best. If the nausea settles, if his fever goes down, he’ll get to eat again. As Jin looks at him with worry and gently scratches his hair, Jimin glances up and hopes to see his friend’s health make a turnaround soon. Both help him lay back on the couch before Jin joins Jimin to sit on the floor. As Taehyung begins to doze again, the two older ones take a breath and let it out slowly. Their doctor is coming. Taehyung will be okay.

[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.

[sickiesope]

The poll was a tie lol but I finished the Jungkook one first! I can't wait for ya'll to see the others!! :)

Too late to be sick

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretaker: Taehyung

TW: emeto

Jungkook went to bed early because he felt unwell. He had a headache with some nausea in the back. He fell asleep right away but it didn't last long. He woke up on and off, the nausea rising more each time.

Now at 2:30AM, Jungkook realized it's not going away. The maknae sighs and goes to the bathroom, taking gentle steps. He doesn't want to wake anyone. He almost stumbled over a pile of clothes but caught himself; that was close. His stomach squelches and he gasps. His delicate walk turns into a run when his dinner climbs up his throat.

Shit..

Jungkook kneels over the toilet, taking rapid breaths. His stomach churns and he gags up a warm rush of vomit. He gasps and grips the bowl, losing his dinner with tense heaving.

Jungkook tries to keep quiet, but his body won't relent. He can't even look up for two seconds without spraying his stomach contents. It hurts coming out and tastes so bitter. Jungkook lets out a frail whine. He holds his stomach and it's slightly bloated, an effect from being sick.

Jungkook sits on his legs, he's running out of strength to keep himself up. His limbs feel heavy and he leans on the porcelain bowl, moaning in distress. He retches over and over until he's just spitting up yellow bile. And then he has nothing else to bring; except dry heaving. It feels like he's been in the bathroom for hours (but it's been 15 minutes).

"Ughh come on.. it's too late to be sick" JK moans wearily.

When finished, Jungkook sits back slumped against the wall, panting and feeling dizzy. He looks down and just blinks mindlessely. He puts a shaky hand over his stomach. He feels too exhausted and nauseas to get up, so he slowly closes his eyes..

---

Taehyung wakes up and sees the bathroom light is on. "What's happening?" he thinks to himself.

Taehyung enters the bathroom and finds Jungkook lying on the floor. His head's slouched over and hand still resting on his stomach.

The older gasps "Jungkook??"

Jungkook opened his eyes lightly, still feeling dizzy. "Huh?.." He blinks and sees Taehyung's blurred figure standing over him. He looks so much taller from down there.

"Kook, how long have you been here?"

"I don't know.. I just woke up feeling sick and didn't want to wake you" he says hoarsely.

"What??" Taehyung kneels down to him "Kookie, you should've woken me! I want to help." Taehyung takes his hand and tries to meet his gaze. "Please promise you'll tell me next time you wake up sick. I don't care what time it is, I won't have you sleeping on the bathroom floor."

Jungkook nods his head lightly "okay hyung.." he mumbles.

Taehyung helps JK up and walks him back to his room. Jungkook's so happy to be in his comfy bed again. He probably would've slept on the floor if Taehyung hadn't found him. Not to mention getting a sore back.