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[comfortjoonie]

Namjoon Sickfic -- Part One

This is a request from @kaisah09

This is already nearly 3000 words, so stay tuned for part two!

Tw: sickness, food poisoning, forced vomiting (NOT ED RELATED)

When Namjoon woke up the first time, he wasn’t sure why.  Jungkook was next to him in bed, snoring peacefully.  He looked over at his clock.  3am.  Groggily, he tried to work out what had happened, until a sharp pain in his stomach told him.  He inhaled sharply and unwillingly.  Jungkook stirred in his sleep, but didn’t wake up.  Namjoon let out a small moan.  It hurt so bad.  He didn’t know why.  Suddenly, he felt his stomach contract and a feeling of nausea washed over him.  He bolted out of bed and ran to the bathroom, not caring if Jungkook woke up now.  He needed to be sick.  He all but collapsed in front of the toilet and started gagging.  Nothing came up.  He tried again, but nothing.  He lifted up his shirt.  His stomach was bloated and felt warm.  “Aish..” he muttered.  Suddenly, another gag took him, but nothing came up.  He tried to force another gag.  His stomach was churning, as if everything was fighting to come out.  But it couldn’t.  The nausea was overwhelming, and his stomach hurt horribly.  He wanted it to be over, so he pressed on his stomach, but again, nothing came out.  Defeated, he slumped against the cold wall and shut his eyes.  

When Namjoon woke up the second time, he knew why.  The nausea was unbearable, and he couldn’t suppress a moan and a small whimper.  He gagged once again, but nothing came up.  He could feel himself tearing up and he whimpered again.  He heard a knock at the bathroom door.  “C-come in..” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.  It was Jungkook.

“What happened, hyung?” Jungkook asked, kneeling down next to Namjoon.

Namjoon hiccuped.  “I feel s-so sick, Jungkook..” Jungkook cooed in sympathy and wrapped his arm around Namjoon.

“Have you thrown up yet?”  Namjoon shook his head.

“I keep trying…” he hissed in a breath as his stomach cramped, and finished his sentence.  “Nothing will come up.”

Jungkook petted Namjoon’s hair.  “How can I help you?”

Namjoon groaned as the cramp released.  “I don’t know…”

“Can I try something?” Jungkook asked, and Namjoon nodded.  “Can you open your mouth for me?” Jungkook asked, and Namjoon nodded.  “I’m just gonna put my finger down your throat really quickly.  I promise it won’t hurt.”  Namjoon nodded slightly, and Jungkook eased his fingers down to Namjoon’s gag reflex, pushing it gently.  Namjoon heaved loudly, enough to empty his entire stomach, but nothing came up.  He whined and shook with a quiet sob.  “Sh..it’s ok hyung.  Why don’t you try to drink some water?”  Namjoon nodded, and Jungkook filled a glass with water.  Namjoon put his lips and started drinking slowly.  Jungkook frowned.  He needed to catch Namjoon by surprise, but he felt terrible.  Quietly, he reached over and tilted the glass so all the water went down Namjoon’s throat in a huge gulp.  This time, it worked, and Namjoon started gagging so violently that he was shaking.  And so much came up this time.  Jungkook grimaced.  It sounded so painful.  He stroked Namjoon’s back gently.  “Shh, it’s ok hyung, you’re doing great.”  At least a minute had passed, and Namjoon was still gagging.  Jungkook felt that there wasn’t possibly anything more to come up.  Namjoon was reduced to dry heaving again.  Jungkook rubbed Namjoon’s back comfortingly.  “There’s nothing more to come up, hyung.”

“N-n-no, there’s more,” Namjoon rasped out.  Jungkook looked down at Namjoon’s stomach.  Sure enough, it was still horribly bloated.  There was more.  Jungkook sighed.

“Namjoon..I’m really sorry if I scared you with that water.”

“It’s f-fine.  I needed it.”

“Why don’t you try to get some sleep now?  We have an interview tomorrow at noon.  I’m sure you can feel better by then, right?  But you need to sleep.”  Namjoon nodded silently.  “Let’s go back to bed, then.”  Namjoon nodded again.  He was sweating, and the color started to return to his face.  Jungkook sighed.  Maybe this was going to get better.  Maybe Namjoon’s stomach would be less upset in the morning.

It was 6 am when Namjoon woke up again, this time gagging again.  Jungkook sat up as fast as he could and tried to scramble for the trash can, but Namjoon had already thrown up on the bed.  Namjoon gagged again, pushing on his stomach, and another vomit came up.  It landed on the bed sheets.  “Damn it, Namjoonie,” Jungkook said.  Namjoon was breathing heavily, almost panicking.  “It’s ok.  You’re ok.  Do you need to move to the bathroom?”

Namjoon shook his head.  “I’m done.”

Jungkook sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.  “Good, then.  Why don’t we move to..” Jungkook thought for a moment.  “Why don’t we move to Jinnie-hyung’s room?”  Namjoon nodded in agreement.  “I’ll help you there, and while you’re in there, I’ll clean this up.  Ok?”  Namjoon nodded again.  Jungkook got out of bed and walked to the other side, putting his hand in his hyung’s and gently pulling him up.  They walked slowly, hand in hand, to Jin’s room and Jungkook knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Jin said.  The lights were on in his room.  Jin liked to wake up early a lot.  Jungkook and Namjoon walked into the room, and Jin looked away from his laptop and stood up.  “What’s wrong?  Namjoonie?  You look…”

“He’s sick, hyung.  He threw up on the bed.  Can he rest here with you until everyone wakes up?”  Jin looked at his pale dongsaeng.  

“Yeah, of course.  Namjoonie, do you want to lay down?”  Namjoon nodded, and Jungkook guided him to the bed and helped him lay on his side.  Namjoon whined as another cramp hit him,  And Jin rushed over.  “What’s wrong?”

“My stomach hurts..s-so bad..” Namjoon breathed out, curling in on himself and wrapping an arm around it.  Jin sat on the bed, and Jungkook left the room.

“Can I rub it for you?” Jin asked, and Namjoon nodded, taking his hand off his stomach.  Jin reached down and placed his hand over it, it was bloated and rock hard from cramps.  He massaged as best he could, feeling the muscles relax just a bit, but only for them to contract again, ten times harder than before.  Namjoon would moan whenever it cramped, and Jin could do nothing but shush him gently.  “Aigoo, Joonie, you’re really sick,” he said sympathetically.  “Do you want some painkillers?”  Namjoon nodded.

Jin reached over to his side table and grabbed the bottle, pouring out two.  He always kept chewable tablets in his side table specifically for Namjoon, when his migraines were so bad that swallowing pills could make him puke.  He handed them to Namjoon, who started chewing.  “Those should work in 20 minutes.  I’ll just rub your belly until then, ok?”  Jin asked, and Namjoon nodded.  The next 20 minutes went the same, Namjoon making sounds of discomfort as Jin felt his stomach cramp up, and sounds of relief when it got slightly softer.  Namjoon’s stomach was so hard that Jin felt helpless in providing comfort, but eventually the painkillers kicked in and Namjoon fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was 8 am and everyone was awake.  This time, Namjoon didn’t feel all that much pain.  It was just the nausea again.  He groaned, and Jin, still in bed, turned to look at him.  “Cramps?”

“No, nausea,” Namjoon whimpered helplessly.  Jin sighed in sympathy.  

“Should we move to the bathroom?” he asked.  Namjoon shook his head.

“Not now.  It’s just bad, b-but I don’t need to throw up right now,” Namjoon said.

“Maybe some food would help, then?” Jin offered, and Namjoon nodded.  “I’ll help you to the kitchen.”  Just as Jungkook did, Jin moved around to the other side of the bed and took Namjoon’s hands in his.  Namjoon was shaking, almost violently now, but Jin convinced himself it was just the hunger.  Namjoon doubled over suddenly as he felt his stomach churn harshly, and Jin helped him straighten back up.  “It’s ok, Joon-ah, just a few steps.”  Namjoon nodded.  It felt like his stomach was a volcano, brewing and ready to erupt.  But he bravely walked to the kitchen, holding hands with his hyung until he could sit down on the barstools at the counter.  Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung were already in the kitchen, and all their eyes turned to Namjoon.

“What’s wrong with him?” Hoseok asked.

“He’s sick.  We’re going to try and feed him,” Jin said, and Hoseok nodded.

“We’ve just made some plain rice.  Is that good?”

Namjoon nodded.  “That’s okay.”  Jimin scooped up a bowl of rice, and brought it to Namjoon with some chopsticks.  Reluctantly, Namjoon grabbed the chopsticks and took a bite.  It tasted good, but it landed in his stomach harshly, making it churn and gurgle loudly.  All eyes in the kitchen were watching him as he grimaced.

Taehyung approached him.  “That didn’t sound so good, hyung, are you ok?”

Namjoon shook his head.  “F-feel so sick…” he whined, but he took another bite.  Again, his stomach grumbled loudly, and he was so embarrassed that he looked down.

“Hey, it’s ok, hyung.  You don’t need to be embarrassed.  You’re just sick.  It’s ok,” Jimin approached Namjoon and rubbed his back.  “Take another bite.”

Namjoon nodded, not seeing as Yoongi walked in, and gingerly took another bite.  This time, his stomach let out such an uncomfortable and gutteral sound that he pushed the rice away and his cheeks turned red.  “What happened?” Yoongi asked.  “He’s sick,” Taehyung explained.  “We’re trying to get him to eat some rice, but…” Namjoon’s stomach grumbled again, and he put his head in his hands.  “He’s embarrassed.”

Yoongi frowned and walked over to Namjoon.  “It’s ok, Namjoonie.  Eat a little more.”  Namjoon shook his head.  

“Not hungry.”  Yoongi grabbed a bit of rice and tried to put it in Namjoon’s mouth, but he pushed it away.  “Not hungry,” he said again.  Namjoon wrapped his arm around his middle.

“How about some water, then?” Yoongi offered, and Namjoon just shook his head.  “Not even a little bit?”  Namjoon shook his head.

“Not thirsty either.”

Yoongi sighed, putting his hand on Namjoon’s back.  Suddenly, he felt Namjoon jolt with a violent hiccup, and he knew what was coming.  “Grab a bowl,” he instructed, and Hoseok grabbed a large bowl from the cabinet.  Taehyung held it steady as Namjoon started to vomit up the tiny three bites of rice he’d been able to eat, and even more of whatever was left in his stomach.  There was a collective sigh in the kitchen.  Their leader was so, so sick.  Jungkook walked in, grimacing at the sight.  Yoongi tucked Namjoon’s hair behind his ear, whispering, “It’s ok, Namjoon, just let it out.”  Namjoon did let it out, vomiting harshly, and then just dry heaves came up.  Nothing more.”

“There’s nothing left, Namjoonie,” Hoseok said.  Namjoon shook his head.

“I feel bloated…there’s more…” he mumbled, just like when Jungkook had told him the same thing.

“How many times has he thrown up?” Yoongi asked.

“Twice.  And one time, he was dry heaving for about ten minutes.  I heard him from the room.”

“And you didn’t help him?” Yoongi snarled.  Jin raised his eyebrows.

“No..” Jungkook said shamefully.

“It’s fine, Jungkook.  He’s feeling better now, right Namjoonie?” Jin’s desperate attempt to make Jungkook feel better was met with a quiet sob from his leader.

“Aish,” Hoseok said, putting his hand on Namjoon’s chest and rubbing it gently.  “Do you think you can get some more sleep?”  Namjoon shook his head.  Hoseok looked up at Jin and Jungkook.  “Do we know why he’s so sick?”

“I don’t think he has a fever.  It seems like food poisoning,” Jungkook said, and Hoseok looked around.

“Does anyone know what he ate last night?”

Taehyung raised his hand.  “We went to dinner together.  A sushi restaurant.”

“But you’re not sick?”

“No.  We didn’t order the same thing.  Namjoon had sashimi, and I had tempura.”

“But…Namjoon doesn’t like seafood,” Hoseok said, one eyebrow raised.

“I-I know,” Taehyung said in shame, “But I thought he might like this.  It’s my fault.”

Yoongi shook his head angrily.  “Damn right it’s your fault,” he said.  “You should–”

“Stop talking,” Jin said.  “It’s not your fault, Taehyung.  You couldn’t have known.  Yoongi, stop being so protective.  It’s nobody’s fault.  It was just bad luck.”

“But–” Yoong started.

“No buts.  Don’t blame this on everyone.  I’m your hyung, and I’m telling you to stop.”  For a second, there was tense silence.  But Namjoon started sobbing loudly, and everyone looked at him.

“P-please, Yoongi-hyung, it’s my fault, it’s not theirs.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m–”

“Stop it,” Hoseok said, rubbing Namjoon’s back.  “It’s nobody’s fault.”  Yoongi hung his head in shame, as did Taehyung.

“I’m sorry,” they both said at the same time.”

“It’s fine, guys.  Just…don’t stress our leader out anymore than you need to.”  Yoongi and Taehyung nodded.  “We have our interview in…” Jin checked his watch.  “Three and a half hours.”  Why don’t we just put on a movie and sit with Namjoon?”  Everyone in the room nodded.  Namjoon’s sobs started to cease.  “That’s ok, Namjoon?”

“Th-that’s fine.”

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Namjoon was able to rest for a full three hours.  But when he woke up, he was already crying.  The painkillers had worn off.  The pain was so bad that by itself, it made him feel nauseous again.  Jimin, whose lap Namjoon was resting his head in, instantly looked down.  “What’s wrong?”

“Hurts…hurts..” Namjoon cried, and Jin ran over to him.

“Where, Joon?”  he asked.  Namjoon pointed to the center of his stomach.  Jin placed his hand there and grimaced.  It almost felt more bloated and even harder than before.  “I’m sorry…I wish I could give you more painkillers,” he said softly, stroking Namjoon’s hair.  Namjoon just cried in pain.  Jungkook teared up a little.

“I need–” Namjoon coughed loudly. 

Jin was already reaching for the newly cleaned bowl on the table and pulling Namjoon up so he was sitting.  Namjoon gagged so loudly that everyone in the room grimaced.  It sounded so much more than painful.  He barely brought up anything.  There was barely anything left, but his stomach was still pushing out more.  Teardrops joined vomit in the bowl, and Namjoon shook with sobs.  Jimin tucked the hair out of Namjoon’s face and behind his ear, and Jin rubbed his shoulder.  The whole room was silent, save for Namjoon’s gagging and sobbing.  Everyone was thinking the same thing: how could this interview be possible?  

Namjoon was finished within a few minutes, and when Yoongi looked at his watch, it told him it was time to go.  He felt terrible, but he had to do it.  “Namjoon, we need to get you dressed.  And we need a little makeup on you.  You’re so pale.”

Jimin shook his head.  “He’s sick, hyung.  He can’t do it.”  Yoongi sighed and nodded.

“I know.  But we need to.  This is really important.  It’s a livestream.  We can’t reschedule it.  And it’s in Japanese..”

“...and Namjoon is the only one who’s fluent, I know.” Jimin finished Yoongi’s sentence.  “Shit.”

Namjoon pulled himself up.  “I can do it,” he rasped out.  “My foundation’s in my bathroom.”  No one else in the group was tan enough for their foundation to fit Namjoon, and even though Namjoon hated foundation, he knew he needed it today.

Taehyung and Jungkook nodded and ran to Namjoon’s bathroom.  “Namjoonie-hyung, why don’t we move you to the dining table?  Is that ok?” Jimin asked, and Namjoon nodded.  Jin took the bowl off his lap and walked to the bathroom to rinse it out.

…part two later soon

[sickiebabytae]

They’ll Always Be There

Prompt:  Jungkook having a horrible tummy ache while attending an award show and he can’t concentrate on anything else but his aching tummy. Everything hurts and his clothes feel too tight and he wants to go home.

Word count: 1399

This is for @sickminnie​ who’s been wanting this fic for a while! Sorry it’s taken me so long to do it heh, but it’s here! I hope you like it :(( 

I do have to warn you, though, that I kind of got a bit carried away lol and strayed a little from the prompt, but I still wanted to post this for you! Enjoy~

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Jungkook lays back against the stage with a groan, hand coming up to rest over his eyes that are squinted shut. The cheers of their fans ring in his ears, making his already pounding head squeeze with pain. He rolls over, panting heavily. In the back of his mind he knows he should get up, but he’s so tired. 

He had woken up with a faint nausea licking at the back of his throat and his stomach twisting with what were, at the time, at least, bearable cramps, but everything had slowly gone so, so downhill. By the time the award show had begun and he and his members had walked onto the red carpet, Jungkook felt about ready to pass out. It doesn’t help that the grueling performance the boys had just performed made him feel so incredibly sick to his stomach. 

“Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok whispers from next to him. “Gguk, get up, we have to leave the stage.”

Jungkook grunts in response, shakily pushing himself up and drowsily beginning to bow to the crowd. He sticks close to Hoseok as they stumble off-stage, his breathing laboured. Jungkook feels Hoseok’s familiar hold slink around his waist, and the maknae couldn’t be more grateful for the support his hyung gives.

They make it to the changing room for a small break and a few sips of water to wind down, and the first thing Jungkook does is collapse onto one of the couches with a groan. He squeezes an arm against his rumbling tummy and grimaces, wincing. He doesn’t even have the energy to hide it. “Yaah, Jungkook…” Hoseok whispers to his dongsaeng, crouching in front of Jungkook with pinched brows. “Jungkookie, look at me…” 

Jungkook forces his eyes open, the bright light of the room seemingly stinging into them and making his head ache further. The pain causes a wave of nausea to rush over him and he quickly screws his eyes shut once more, letting out a nauseous little huff. He shivers. 

Hoseok glances up at the other members, all of them sharing concern looks of confusion. The dancer reaches over and gently presses the back of his fingers to Jungkook’s cheek and forehead. “Aigoo, Jungkook... You’re burning up. How long have you been feeling like this?” Hoseok murmurs as he cards Jungkook’s hair back sweetly. 

Jungkook relaxes at Hoseok’s gentle, familiar voice, a shudder running down his spine. “This mornin’... wasn’t that bad.. Thought I was fine...” He whimpers. “Hyungie my stomach hurts so bad...” 

“He can’t go out like this. There are just awards left to receive, he doesn’t need to-” Namjoon begins, but Jungkook is quick to cut him off. “No! No... no, I-I’m fine... I just.. Need a second...” The boy swallows thickly and pushes himself upright with his elbows. His head spins. 

Hoseok frowns. “Jungkook...” 

“Hobi-hyung, I’m fine.” Jungkook mumbles, firmer that time. “Please let me do this, I’m okay. I can do this.” 

A collective sigh leaves the members’ lips and, after a beat of silence, Hoseok reluctantly begins to nod. “Fine. But if you feel worse, tell us. It’s okay to be sick, baby...” 

Jungkook gives a short nod before standing shakily and beginning to change into his formal clothes.

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Jungkook soon realizes that he, in fact, most certainly cannot do this. He only feels worse and worse as time goes on, sweat beading on his forehead. He’s constantly out of breath, even now that they have spent enough time sitting down and relaxing for him to be okay. But he’s not. And his stomach. Oh god, his stomach. It twists and turns beneath his arm, forcing wet, sickly burps up his throat and grimaces to twist at his pale features. An especially harsh cramp courses through his ailing tummy, making the boy’s breath catch. He bends over double, lips pressed together. 

Hoseok and Taehyung share a worried look, the two flanking Jungkook’s sides. The older takes it upon himself to trail his fingers up and down Jungkook’s tense back. “Ggukie-yah... hey... breathe through it, you’re ok-” 

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” Jungkook chokes out suddenly, pushing up from his seat and hurriedly rushing backstage. Panicked, Jungkook quickly waves to his fans and puts on a smile so as to not worry them, but the second he’s out of cameras’ and people’s sight, he sprints down to the nearest bathroom. 

Hoseok swears under his breath. “I’ll go after him.” He informs Taehyung, getting up from his own chair and taking hurried steps after their maknae. He mimics his movements, waving to the fans and putting on a smile until he’s out of sight, beginning to rush after Jungkook as fast as he can. Damn, Jungkook’s quick...

Jungkook gets down into one of the cubicles once he arrives and instantly begins to retch into the toilet bowl, wave after wave of vomit burning up his throat. He can barely breathe. He can’t breathe. 

Sobs accompany his heaves against his will, only taking his breath away further. God, he can’t do this. 

“Jungkookie, hey...” Hoseok coos, crouching behind the maknae with a frown. He begins to rub his back again. The dancer’s free hand comes up to brush the tears off of Jungkook’s burning skin. “Gguk-ah, breathe... hey...”

“I-I can’t- hyung- I-” Jungkook sobs, choking in a trembling, shuddery breath. “It hurts so bad...” He moans. 

“I know, I know it does baby...” Hoseok moves the hand that is on Jungkook’s cheek down to his stomach, wincing at how active and bloated it is under his palm. “Aigoo... you must feel so sick, huh?” 

Jungkook nods wearily. “Mhm...” He opens his mouth to say something else, but is cut off by another torrent of puke spilling into the bowl. He whimpers. 

Hoseok winces. “Okay, you’re okay.. Get it all up and then I’ll take you right home, hm? Just me and you, we shared the car today anyways.” 

“N-No, hyung... you should s-stay... w-we can’t have two of us leaving in the m-midd-le...” Jungkook manages. 

“Yes we can, Ggukie. You can’t be left alone like this. You’re so sick...” Hoseok frowns, bottom lip jutting out. “Just me and you, m’kay? Is that okay?” 

Jungkook breathes out a shaky sigh before giving a small nod. “Mhm...” He raises a trembling hand to his face and wipes away his tears. “Think m’done...” 

“You sure? Your tummy is still being a little noisy.” Hoseok says with a soft smile. 

Jungkook’s cheeks flush a little. He nods again. “Mmh... yeah. But- no more... I-I can’t...” 

“Okay, Gguk, okay, I get it.” Hoseok helps the maknae stand, a small giggle leaving him. “Sorry I just- you’re so big now~ I remember when you first came into the dorm all tiny and cute~” He teases good-naturedly, feeling a rush of relief when he sees a smile tug at Jungkook’s pale lips. “Shut up, hyung.” 

Hoseok leads Jungkook to the sink and turns the tap on, cupping his hand under the running water before raising it to Jungkook’s lips. “Here, wash out your mouth.”

Jungkook obediently does so, spitting into the sink before leaning against his hyung with a sigh, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Aigoo, you’re heavy. Let me call a manager to come help us.” Hoseok says, fishing his phone out. Minutes later their manager comes in to find Hoseok and Jungkook cuddled up on the floor, the older of the two smiling up at the man. “He fell asleep.” Hoseok mouths. 

The manager nods in understanding and crouches in front of the ailing maknae. “Jungkook-ssi, wake up.” He whispers. “We gotta get you to the car, hm?” 

Hoseok watches as Jungkook’s eyes flutter open weakly, a small groan leaving the poor thing. Hoseok sighs. “Come on, Kook, you can go back to sleep in a second. Just get onto manager-nim’s back, yeah?” 

Jungkook manages a tiny nod, sitting up and standing. Their manager crouches in front of him and Jungkook climbs on with a bit of help. The boy squishes his cheek against the older man’s shoulder and, within moments, he’s fast asleep again. 

He wakes up the next morning feeling just as sick as before, though the comforting feeling of his own bed helps calm him down. Glancing over, he recognizes the familiar form of Hoseok cuddled up to him, and Jungkook finds himself smiling a little. At least there are the hyungs. They’ll always be there. 

[keepcalmandeatdorritos-x]

I CANT HANDLE YOU JIMIN! You and that red hair!! UFFFFFFF. *ovaries explode* #sickbts #teaserphoto #conceptphoto #bts #bangtanboys #oppa #perf #jimin #ParkJimin #aegyo #adorable #THATREDHAIRDOE

[sickiebabytae]

Morning Problems

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretaker: Jin (+ kinda the rest of bts??? ish?)

Word count: 730

T/W: mentions of emeto

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Jungkook rests his head back against the wall, knees pulled up to his chest as he fights back tears. He's currently curled up in the bathroom - a result of the absolutely miserable morning the boy has had. First, he woke up to wracking chills and an awfully aching stomach, then he threw up for what felt like days, and now he's here. 

The poor maknae's breath catches with another cramp and he finally lets a sob rip from his already grated and raw throat. Tears spill down his cheeks, mixing with the cakey sweat and hair stuck to his skin. 

Jungkook honestly just wants to be held and rocked to sleep. Taken care of. But it doesn't feel right to ask of any of the members that, what with their incredibly busy schedules.

He continues to cry for a while on his own, sniffling and coughing and sobbing. His stomach eventually decides that these actions are too much and it rebels again, forcing him back over the toilet with a violent, loud retch.

Seokjin finally startles awake at the foreign sounds, upright in an instant and brows furrowed. He checks the time and hums worriedly. 5 am… who would be awake at this time?

Deciding to save the questions for later, Seokjin gets up to go investigate. Following the sounds to the bathroom, the eldest recognizes what's going on - somebody is throwing up. 

Frowning, Seokjin hurries his pace, throwing open the door and gasping. "Shit, Gguk," he breathes out. He crouches behind the maknae, laying a hand over Jungkook's broad and sweaty back. Seokjin winces at the heat. "Aigoo, you're burning up…" Reaching his free hand up, Seokjin cards it through the younger's long, damp hair. 

Jungkook sobs again, choking back more retches. "Hyungie… don' feel good…" The boy slurs.

"I know, I can tell." Seokjin murmurs. "Are you done, Gguk? Or do you have more?"

At that question, Jungkook only begins to cry harder. It shocks Seokjin, but the older is quick to pull Jungkook close with a soft coo. "Hey, hey, you're okay… I've got you, bun. Tell hyung what's wrong, hm?" 

"I-I… I've jus' been th'owin' up so much… 'n I'm sick of it…" Jungkook chokes out. "Been awake for hours…"

Seokjin frowns. "Bunny… why didn't you tell anyone? You should've woken one of us up to take care of you." He scolds gently, tracing circles on the maknae's chest with his palm. 

"Didn' wan' bother you…" Jungkook begins to trail off, eyes fluttering shut. The poor boy is utterly exhausted from both his bug and the ridiculously awful morning he's had. 

Seokjin lets out a small sigh and shakes his head. Noticing the younger beginning to fall asleep, a smile tugs at the corners of Seokjin's lips. He raises his hand from Jungkook's chest and begins to run his fingers through the boy's long hair that was slick with sweat. "I've said it before and I'll say it again," the older begins, "you'll never bother or burden us when you aren't doing well, Kookoo. Either physically or mentally. Me and the rest of your hyungs are here to help and support you no matter what."

Jungkook manages a weak nod. "P-Promise…?"

"I promise, Gguk. Now come on, let's get you to bed, hm? Hyung will stay with you and be right there when you wake up." Seokjin assures, somehow able to scoop the boy up into his arms with a grunt of exertion. Hurrying to Jungkook's bedroom, the older lays the maknae down and gets in with him, tucking Jungkook in, being cautious and careful and meticulous. He wants his baby to be as comfortable as he can get.

Jungkook lets out a quiet, content hum. He fists the fabric of Seokjin's shirt and buries his head into the older's chest. "Love you, hyun'..." He slurs, right before drifting off.

The words take Seokjin by surprise, a shocked but happy smile spreading across his face. He pecks the maknae's forehead. "I love you too, sprout." He whispers. 

And sure, the rest of the day goes by in a similar fashion to the events of that morning, but Jungkook finds that he doesn't mind. His hyungs are all there to help him through it and take care of him, make sure he's comfortable and always asking if things hurt. 

The maknae couldn't ask for a better family. 

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A/N: so... after ten million years I've finally gotten a fic out! ahhh! I'm so, so sorry it has taken me so long, and I'm not gonna bother you with any excuses. just know I'm so incredibly sorry :(

anyways, this very short, probably very bad drabble is dedicated to @vantaestummy who made a post about wanting a long haired koo fic. again, so sorry to them for taking so long on this! school has been hectic 😅😅

I hope you all are doing well during these stressful times, but we'll get through them in the end as long as everyone remembers to stay safe, wash your hands regularly, and stay home!

that's all for this long a/n haha, goodbye!