#sickie seonghwa

[darl-ingfics]

Concert Cooties

Fandom: ATEEZ

Sickie: Seonghwa

Caregiver(s): Hongjoong (the others are there, though)

Summary: It takes all of a day after their concert for Seonghwa to get sick, and it surprisingly, miraculously takes Hongjoong no time at all to get him to admit it.

Word Count: 2,390

Note: 1. I am still learning ATEEZ's personalities and relationships with one another, so sorry if they come off OOC. But this was the idea that has nagged at me recently. 2. All relationships were written platonic. 3. I don't know why there's so much exposition, but the puzzle subplot felt really important to me.

It was rare to have two weeks off in a row. Rarer still to have two weeks off right after a tour. Usually it was one week, then back to work. Which they rarely complained about; the adrenaline after a tour was absolutely exhilarating, and fueled creativity like no other. But it wasn’t like anyone was complaining about an extra break, either. 

The first day home, the team interacted as little as possible, catching up on sleep and refueling social batteries that had been dead for weeks. 

The second day home, at 10:04am, Hongjoong walked into the kitchen to find perhaps one of the most domestic scenes their dorm had ever been witness to. Puzzle pieces were scattered across the table, and Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho were in the process of dividing the pieces into two piles: edge and middle. Wooyoung was sitting at the head of the table, chin propped up in his hands, running quality control (or his mouth, if Jongho had anything to say about it). All four were still in their pajamas, (Yunho’s sweatshirt hood pulled over his head, Mingi wearing his glasses). The smell of coffee hung in the air, four gently steaming mugs placed strategically on the table to avoid the puzzle, the pot on the kitchen counter far from empty. 

Jongho was the first to note Hongjoong’s presence, quietly whispering, “I win,” to his hyungs gathered at the table. All eyes shifted dramatically towards Hongjoong. Mingi and Wooyoung both whined rather theatrically, their voices cancelling each other out aa Yunho playfully shoved Jongho’s shoulder.

“Good morning?” The leader held up his hands as if at gun point. 

Completely ignoring Hongjoong’s confusion, Wooyoung sat up straighter, “Hyung! Join our puzzle!” He pointed towards the work on the table.

“No! He’s gonna drop pieces again,” Yunho teased, shooting a heart-melting smile at the leader despite the insult. Hongjoong shook his head, smiling himself as he moved towards the coffee like a moth to a flame. 

“You’re not even part of this,” Mingi added, pushing Wooyoung’s shoulder lightly. Wooyoung whined, flopping back in his chair. 

“Joong-hyung, wanna start different a puzzle with me?” Wooyoung deployed his best puppy dog eyes. “It’ll be better than this puzzle!" But his attempt was curtailed but the sound of a door opening down the hall. 

“San!” Yunho exclaimed in a dramatic whisper, tapping the table twice to place his bet.

“Seonghwa.” Mingi tapped the table back.

“Hwa hyung.” Wooyoung tapped. 

“Hey, you can’t take my answer.”

“That’s not fair! We all know it’s not Sangie,” Wooyoung retorted. “We won’t see him for like, 29 hours at least.”

“That’s an odd number choice,” Jongho commented, almost entirely to himself as he was very absorbed in puzzle sorting. 

“What’s going on?” Hongjoong asked, slipping into the chair on Wooyoung’s right, which appeared to him to be the most out of the way of the puzzle. 

“We’ve been taking bets on whose awake every time a door opens,” Yunho replied. “Jongho guessed you last time.” The youngest gave a triumphant thumbs up, eyes glued to his task. Hongjoong nodded into his coffee cup as Seonghwa turned the corner into the room. 

Wooyoung and Mingi cheered, a double high five echoing loudly, prior bickering forgotten. Seonghwa started at the noise, as if he hadn’t realized there were other people in the room. 

Yunho looked over with a bright, “Good morning!” His face immediately fell, though, looking at the older man. Like the rest of them, Seonghwa was still in his pajamas, but, unlike the rest, he was wearing a mask. And the parts of his face that were visible looked so dreadfully exhausted, all pale skin and shadowed eyes, like all the life had been sucked out of him. To put it plainly, Seonghwa looked sick. Which was, unfortunately, something their eldest simply refused to acknowledge majority of the time. 

“Hyung, are you feeling okay?” Wooyoung asked, carefully, gently. There was a delicacy to dealing with a sick Seonghwa they’d all been forced to learn over the years. The problem, of course, was the unpredictability of their most uncooperative patient; there was no way to know how he’d respond to them at any given point in time. 

Seonghwa nodded in reply, surprisingly agreeable. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little under the weather.” A statement proven false instantly as he turned away from them, coughing harshly, a fist pressed against his mouth despite the mask. 

Yunho clicked his tongue. “Oh, hyung,” he cooed, pushing away from the table. His arms had barely reached hug height when Seonghwa flinched backwards, arms pulling into his chest, the violent suddenness of the movement freezing Yunho in place.   

“Don’t touch me! Please.” The last word was soft, a tad desperate perhaps, an attempt to smooth over the bite of the first ones. Yunho had yet to drop his arms, and while his lips had naturally defaulted to a pout, his eyes were much more sympathetic. “I… I’m sorry. I just… I don’t want any of you catching this.” Hongjoong frowned at that; an omission this fast meant Seonghwa felt significantly worse than he was letting on. He’d have to fix that. 

It was strange, Yunho would realize later, how in that moment Seonghwa simultaneously appeared as their ever-vigilant eldest yet also terribly fragile and young. Which was why Yunho rerouted his hug, gently cupping his left hand around Seonghwa’s face, his right hand moving to his forehead. “I’ll go wash my hands immediately,” the dancer promised, switching from the back of his hand on his palm. His frown deepened. “You feel warm. Have you taken anything yet?”

Seonghwa shook his head. “Can’t take anything on an empty stomach. That’s why I came in here.”

“Then why don’t you go back to bed and let us make you breakfast.” Hongjoong casually blew on his coffee mug before even looking up at his roommate. 

Even with the mask obscuring half his face, Hongjoong could read Seonghwa’s displeasure in the specific narrowing of his eyes. There it was, the denial demon; Seonghwa could admit to feeling unwell, but drew the line at anyone caring for him. “That’s okay, I can…”

“Then you won’t have to touch anything and risk getting your germs everywhere.” The already quiet room grew deadly silent, four pairs of eyes volleying back and forth between their eldest members. Hongjoong knew this song and dance, and had skipped straight to his trump card: Seonghwa’s fear of infecting others. Hongjoong held his friend’s gaze, watching the initial fire in his eyes dim as the reality of Hongjoong’s words set in, and then burn out entirely with compliance. His posture followed suit, arms falling limply back against his sides as his shoulders sagged, as if the weight of this charade had been a much bigger burden than expected. 

“Okay. Fine.” The room was silent as Seonghwa shuffled back into the hallway. 

“Hyung, that was mean,” Yunho chided as soon as they heard Seonghwa’s door close behind him. The dancer moved towards the sink to wash his hands as promised, flipping on their electric kettle with his elbow. 

“Hyung, that was impressive!” Wooyoung gaped at the leader, then at the empty doorway, and then back to to Hongjoong. 

“How did you learn to do that?” Jongho asked, genuinely impressed. His full attention was on Hongjoong now rather than the puzzle.

“Do what?” Hongjoong asked innocently. 

“Get Seonghwa-hyung to give into being taken care of?” “I learned from the best.” Jongho cocked his head to the side, prompting more. Hongjoong nodded towards the doorway. “The devil himself.” 

Mingi applauded. 

Wooyoung gasped. “You are in sooo much trouble.” 

Hongjoong snickered to himself as he got up to join Yunho in the kitchen. “He can be mad at me all he wants. That’s not gonna cure his concert cooties.” As Yunho poured the now boiling water from the kettle into a travel mug (smart, Hongjoong noted), the leader poked around in the fridge. They had a pitiful amount of food prepared, but thankfully some simple rice and vegetables sat in perfect microwaveable containers. He’d have to pay San back for those veggies later, but also knew the other man wouldn’t mind if they used his food for the sake of his precious Hwa-hyung. 

“Concert cooties?” Mingi laughed, turning to face Hongjoong, who was decidedly pushing the buttons on the microwave to avoid his gaze. 

The leader shrugged. “What else would you call it?”

“Concert crash?” Mingi offered. “Concert curse? Concert contamination?”

“Those are good, but I still like concert cooties best,” Yunho said, leaning forward against the kitchen counter. 

“Concert contamination sounds like an apocalypse movie,” Wooyoung replied. He nodded to himself, eyes far away. “It would either a cinematic masterpiece, or complete trash.” 

“Well, let us know when you’ve written the script and we can let ya know,” Hongjoong said as the microwave beeped in ‘done.’ After removing the warm bowl from the microwave, Hongjoong carefully accepted the travel mug from Yunho in the other. “I’m off to fight the dragon currently residing in my roommate’s bed.” 

“Good luck, valiant knight.” Yunho gave a sweeping bow, much to the delight of Wooyoung and Mingi. 

“Let us know if you need back up, hyung,” Jongho added despite still being absolutely zoned into his project. 

“And then you can come back and help us with the puzzle!” Wooyoung cheered. 

“You are not one of us; this is not your puzzle!” Mingi countered. 

“AHHHH! Just let me help!”

Hongjoong laughed to himself again as he backed into the hallway. He fought the urge to stick out his tongue as a means of maintaining his balance, shuffling his socked feet along the floor to risk spilling anything. Luckily, his efforts were successful. 

Without knocking, Hongjoong shouldered open the door to his room, which Seonghwa had thankfully left cracked open. His roommate didn’t notice him at first as he pitched forward, sneezing twice, “HhtCHU! Heh-ETchu!” 

“Bless you.” 

The sharpness of Seonghwa’s glare wasn’t hindered at all by the tissues obscuring the bottom half of his face. “I’m mad at you.” He sniffled harshly, wiping at his nose and throwing the used tissues into the trash bin he’d moved from the desk next to his bed. 

“I know.”

“How dare you use my own methods against me?”

“Well, why’d you teach them to me in the first place if not to use my powers for good?” That earned him an even sharper glare. “You’ll thank me for this. Promise.” 

“Sh-huh-shut up.” His breath hitched again, and snatched another tissue to his face before his body sagged, the impulse lost. “Shut up.” 

Hongjoong smirked. “No comeback? Is it because you know I’m right?”

“You should be nicer to me.”

“Cause you’re sick?”

Seonghwa responded by pitching forward with that third sneeze, desperate and followed by a raspy, “Fuck this.” Hongjoong instantly felt bad for teasing him. 

“Bless you again.” Hongjoong offered the bowl. “Eat up so we can get you medicated.” Seonghwa accepted the bowl without further argument. Hongjoong watched him eat the first three bites before asking, “What kind of meds would you prefer? Liquid or pills? Any preference?”

“Whatever’s strongest.”

“Got it. You eat. I’ll be back.”

The trip to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom was quick and uneventful. The strongest medication they had was the nighttime drowsy stuff, but Hongjoong figured it didn’t particularly matter. More sleep would be ideal, actual. 

When Hongjoong returned, proudly brandishing the medicine bottle, Seonghwa was eating as told but his eyes were focused somewhere beyond the wall he was starting at.

“Do you think Yunho’s mad at me? For snapping at him?” the older man asked before taking a bite of rice. 

“Not at all.” Hongjoong shook his head. Seonghwa instinctively pulled his knees to his chest to make room for Hongjoong at the end of his bed. “He knows you don’t feel good. He actually made that tea for you.” Seonghwa looked thoughtfully at the mug on the bedside table. When he didn’t say anything else, Hongjoong took the opportunity to crack open the medicine bottle. “The strongest shit we have is gonna knock you out, by the way. It’s the nighttime stuff.” 

“That’s okay.” Seonghwa’s voice was soft, small almost. “I don’t wanna be sick.” 

“I know, sweetheart.” He measured out a dose of the amber liquid and handed it over. Seonghwa took it and downed the cup without a fight. Hongjoong smiled, squeezing his friend’s knee. “I’m sorry the concert cooties got you.”

A dry but genuine laugh shook through Seonghwa’s entire body. “Concert cooties. Who came up with that?”

“Me. What do you think?”

“Don’t quit your day job.”

“And here I was planning to go into marketing.” Seonghwa laughed again, and Hongjoong couldn’t help smiling with him, patting the older man’s knees affectionately. “Okay, there, we got you food, meds, and laughter. Perfect ingredients to kick this cold’s ass.” 

“Thank you, Joong. For putting up with me. I.. it means a lot.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now go to sleep.” 

When Hongjoong returned to their room ten minutes later, the bowl on the nightstand was empty and Seonghwa was fast asleep, curled up on his side. Hongjoong smiled, unable to resist the urge to run his fingers through his roommate’s hair, but angel soft to risk waking him. That urge was followed by another to snuggle up with Seonghwa, with his silky hair and peaceful expression, nothing like the daggers and fire he’d been minutes ago. This softness certainly wasn’t something Hongjoong expected to feel at this moment when his roommate was so clearly sick and, by all definitions, gross. Not to mention he knew Seonghwa would be so upset later if Hongjoong did catch this cold from him. And that more than anything convinced him otherwise.

So Hongjoong settled for tucking his JJOONGrami plushie into his roommate’s arms, trusting the stuffed animal to provide the cuddles he couldn’t personally supply. 

(Wooyoung was never admitted entry to the current puzzle, because the bit was too funny to Yunho and Mingi. When San finally emerged from his room, he took pity on Wooyoung and started a second puzzle with him. They did not, indeed, see Yeosang for exactly 29 hours after Wooyoung said they would.)

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛🐶 I’m ready for the dark

Title from This World (ATEEZ)

Summary: Yunho is struggling to get through a grueling dance practice. He drops the moment it’s over.

CW: emeto, fainting

Sickie: Yunho Caretakers: Hongjoong + Seonghwa + Mingi + Jongho

It was hot.

And loud.

And Yunho was exhausted.

None of these things usually bothered the dancer much. Dance practice was the definition of heat, music volume on max and some sort of exhaustion. Yunho didn’t have problems with that. He liked dancing and even, if not especially, dancing till he was exhausted and the mirrors fogged up.

They were on their sixth hour of that day’s practice and for once Yunho was glad he was not leading it. The choreographer-noona was nice, talented and she pushed the group in all the ways they needed. She saw every detail, every tiny mistake, from her position at the front of the room - unlike Yunho who would miss mistakes when dancing himself - and she didn’t hesitate to call them out on it.

“From the top”.

“Again.”

“Jongho-ssi, you need to be a bit to the left.”

“Hongjoong-ssi, a bit faster.”

“Seonghwa-ssi, don’t look so scared. If you time it right you won’t run into San-ssi.”

“Yunho-ssi, pick it up.”

⌛

It went like this for a long time and hours blurred together. It was hot. And loud. And Yunho was exhausted. His limbs felt like lead, unable to move right. Jumping was strenuous in a way he didn’t remember it being this morning. 

At least he already had the dance down, remembering his every move with muscle memory, so he didn’t have to think about it.

“Hongjoong-ssi, you need to kneel down on three not on four.”

“Sorry, seonsaengnim”, Yunho heard his hyung apologize, “I’m a bit dizzy. I think I need to sit down for a moment.”

All attention snapped to their captain and the choreographer called out “take ten” the moment she spotted his complexion. Hongjoong indeed looked a bit pale and crouched down to the floor the moment she gave her okay. Yunho wiped the sweat from his brow and winced as droplets of the salty liquid dripped into his eyes, burning them, nevertheless. 

Seonghwa and Wooyoung were already with Hongjoong, helping him sit down with his head between his knees while Yeosang ran to get some water and a sweet snack. Good. They didn’t need Hongjoong to faint during practice - again. Reassured that Hongjoong was in good hands and knowing not to overwhelm his embarrassed captain, decided to drink something himself.

But when he turned to walk to his bag, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him, nearly bowling him over. Yunho lifted his hand to his head and took a deep breath. Why was this happening now? He had been just fine earlier when he was dancing. Why was walking an issue?

Slumping down by his bag, Yunho for the first time realized that he felt … off. He couldn’t describe it any other way. The tiredness he was feeling wasn’t post-work out exhaustion but just exhaustion. His head felt weird, heavy and light at the same time. An annoying ache was spreading down his neck and into his upper back.

He wanted to blame the fact that he had slept badly or not enough. But he had gone to bed at a reasonable time and he had even woken up a bit late that morning to Yeosang shaking his shoulder and telling him he had overslept his alarm. That normally didn’t happen to Yunho, he liked being punctual, but they all had weird one-offs. He had been tired then too, achy. A shower and a coffee later he had felt much better, so he hadn’t thought anything of it. Now everything was hitting him again.

It was only an hour left. He had endured six hours of it, one more would be no problem. 

“You okay?”

The question startled Yunho badly enough that he nearly dropped his bottle he had been trying to fumble open for some time without success at this point. He hadn’t even realized he had taken it into his hands.

Mingi frowned down at him, holding his own - open - water bottle in his hand. 

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. Just can’t get this stupid bottle open”, Yunho replied. What else was there to say?

Mingi laughed at that, a loud, joyous sound. But for some reason it annoyed Yunho to no end, scraping at his ear drums. 

“Give it here, you big baby”, Mingi offered, grinning at him.

Yunho pouted. Mingi was the big baby, not him. But he couldn’t deny that he was thirsty, so he handed it to his best friend, who opened it without an issue. 

“You sure, you’re okay?”, Mingi asked then, raising one worried eyebrow.

Yunho nodded. He was fine. 

⌛

They continued practice soon after. Hongjoong was still sitting out, sipping on an apple juice and munching on a muffin somebody had found. You know that it happens sometimes, he had said, don’t worry, you know I just need to raise my blood sugar and rest a bit.

So they continued as seven. It was a bit more difficult now, the dance was made for eight and everything looked just a tiny bit off now. Maybe it was just Yunho, though. The earlier dizziness hadn’t vanished, in fact he now saw some members twice at times. It was confusing but Yunho was too tired to care. When he blinked everything returned to normal with his vision, so it was fine. A bit more annoying was the cold water that was sitting heavily in his stomach since he had drunk. It was a bit painful, a bit cramping and a bit nauseating. 

But it happened sometimes. It wasn’t the first time a member would need to sit out after eating or drinking too close to doing their extreme sport. It had been a rule to sit down when that happened ever since Jongho had thrown up on San’s shoes years ago. It was just a normal part of idol life.

Just, if Yunho sat out now, with Hongjoong already on the sidelines, then the practice would make no sense anymore. With two members missing the choreography wouldn’t work.

So Yunho carried on.

Despite the heat.

Despite the pain in his neck and back.

Despite the fact that he could barely see what was happening due to the stinging sweat in his eyes.

Despite the deafening music that seemed so much louder than normally, threatening to burst his ear drums or split his head.

Despite the nausea and pain in his belly that were becoming worse with every move.

⌛

“Alright, good job everybody”, the choreographer called out. 

“You did very well”, Hongjoong added, having joined them for the last few run-throughs. “Let’s go home for tonight.”

Wooyoung and San high fived each other and collapsed in an exhausted but happy pile on top of Yeosang, dragging their third down with them.

Seonghwa clapped Hongjoong on the back, asking one more time if he still felt faint, which the captain denied.

Jongho and Mingi were leaning on each other, panting but content.

Yunho’s knees buckled.

“Jong-”, he whispered, finding himself falling into the maknae’s direction. It hadn’t felt like his voice was very loud but apparently it was enough for the younger to hear him. It was a bit painful as he collided with Jongho’s shoulder, teeth rattling in his skull but at least he was lowered to the floor and didn’t bash his head in.

“Hyung”, Jongho called, his voice frantic, as he struggled to keep Yunho from falling even further. “Somebody help me!” 

His face was swimming in Yunho’s blurred eyesight. Yunho felt his back connect with the cool floor, the contact not painful at all. Then Jongho’s fingers tapped annoyingly against Yunho’s cheek. Hongjoong’s face entered his vision and gentle fingers started carding through his hair. Yunho closed his eyes, the bright overhead light stabbing at his retinas.

Suddenly yelling started up and the tapping on his cheeks became more pronounced. 

“Stop.” He wanted to protest loudly. It barely came out as a whisper.

“Don’t go to sleep, baby”, a familiar voice said. Right, Hongjoong-hyung. “Open your eyes for us, okay?”

“Too bright”, Yunho mumbled, turning his face towards the hand that was now caressing his cheek instead of tapping it. It was nice. Comforting. 

“He’s slurring and light-sensitive.” Was that Seonghwa? “Did he hit his head?”

Yunho wanted to protest, because Jongho had caught him. But no sound but a small whine left his lips.

“No, I caught him. I mean, he collided with my shoulder a bit but it wasn’t that bad”, Jongho said. His voice came from further away than expected. Hadn’t he just been by Yunho’s side? Who else was there?

Yunho blinked open his eyes, realizing that somebody had dimmed the lights. Still hot tears fell down his cheeks into his hair. Blinking to clear his vision he found himself surrounded by Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Mingi, all with similar faces of worry on their faces.

“There you are, love”, Seonghwa said, smiling down at Yunho. It was his hands in Yunho’s hair. “How are you feeling?” 

“Wha’ happ’n’?” The words were difficult to say, like lead was holding his tongue prisoner. 

“We were hoping you could tell us”, Hongjoong replied lightly, but even in his confused state Yunho could hear the underlying worry. “You collapsed against Jongho after practice ended. Do you have any idea what happened?”

Yunho tried to remember what had happened. He hadn’t been feeling well, had he? Hot. Loud. Sweaty. Pained. Nauseous.

Oh, God, the nausea.

Now that he remembered, he felt the churning in his stomach and the sourness at the back of his throat. 

“Don’ fe’ g’d”, he mumbled, swallowing.

The members discussed something over his head. Yunho was too tired to pay attention. So he just let his eyes slip shut. Now he wasn’t hot anymore but the shivering that was taking over his body covered in cold sweat wasn’t better. His head pounded. His neck felt stiff. Light and sound were exhausting. And he still was queasy.

Somebody started tapping his cheek again. Yunho groaned.

“Do you think you’re having a migraine?”, Mingi asked, a bit of hesitation in his voice. “You’re slurring. You seem to be in pain and you can’t tolerate sound and light well.”

… it made sense. A lot of sense. 

Yunho hadn’t even spared a thought to what made him so miserable but a migraine? That would explain a lot. The pain. The nausea. The general feeling of bah.

“Yeah”, he mumbled. “Think so.”

Hongjoong hummed in sympathy, knowing from first hand experience how bad it could be. And nearly fainting after practice was probably pretty bad.

“Do you think you can make it home?”, Seonghwa then questioned.

That was the question, wasn’t it? Yunho had no idea. 

Collapsing in a heap on the way would probably be very embarrassing but he, now that he first thought of it, wanted to be in a cold, dark room with a comfy bed and maybe Mingi cuddling him. It would not get better than that. But for that he also needed to get home. His thoughts were so fuzzy.

“Yeah”, he mumbled, hoping that it would work. 

“Let’s sit up first and see how it goes”, Hongjoong suggested, “how does your stomach feel?”

Oh yeah, that was a good question. Not very good, at all, was the answer. As if his body decided to react to Hongjoong without him having a say, Yunho gagged. 

There was a curse and then somebody shoved him into a sitting position. It was enough to also move his stomach up his throat. 

“Oh, Yunho”, Mingi whispered as Yunho bent forward and warm sick fell from his lips, the sound of it hitting a bucket echoing back at him. His stomach rolled and his head pounded and then he threw up again. And again. And again.

His heartbeat was drumming in his head and Yunho grit his teeth in a moment of respite, hoping to fight the nauseating pain. Now that he had started vomiting he knew that the real migraine pain would hit soon. What had happened before was just a warning, a mild pain compared to what would come. 

He groaned as more rancid throw up splattered into the bin, burning his throat, and he slumped forward even more. A blessedly-cool hand on his forehead stopped his descent head first into his own puke.

Then it was over. Somebody wiped the spit dangling from his lips away and a cold cloth washed away the sweat. Yunho was leaned back and he rested his head against the comforting shoulder of whoever sat behind him. Mingi?

The comforting rumble in the person’s chest clued him in as Mingi spoke. “Ready to go home?”

“Still feel sick”, Yunho muttered, only really realizing when he was speaking that indeed his stomach was still cramping unhappily. Maybe he really was out of it or maybe the nausea he felt was even more in his head and throat than in his stomach, uncomfortable nevertheless. 

“We got the bucket here, don’t worry”, Hongjoong said. 

“‘Kay.”

⌛

Yunho barely remembered the drive home. He was in a car with Mingi who was combing through his hair in a comfortable motion and Hongjoong was holding his hand, as far as he knew. A manager probably had been there too, because Seonghwa couldn’t drive and the others hadn’t been there. All Yunho could do was cling to the plastic of the bucket, comforted by knowing it was there.

Had he thrown up on the way home? Likely. He didn’t remember it though.  

Now, he was in bed, buried under a layer of cool sheets. The room was dark. Mingi was a warm weight by his side. Hongjoong’s fingers were carding through his hair.

It would likely not get better until the migraine went away.

So Yunho slept.

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[cuddlepilefics]

Not your day - August of whump - Day 1

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Wooyoung

Caregivers: Ateez

Prompts: food/risk/overexertion

@augustofwhump

No one’s POV.:

Only very little was going Wooyoung’s way today. He was about ready to call it quits and it was only ten AM. How was he supposed to last till tonight? It had started with him accidentally sleeping in, which he shouldn’t whine about too much because the same was true for Hongjoong and Jongho. His dorm mates would’ve woken him otherwise. Somehow, they seemed to find their footing much faster than Wooyoung, who still felt his heart racing trying to get into the flow of the day. Though sympathetic, the group couldn’t really consider their friends struggle, their schedule too hectic to allow room for personal adjustments. Hell, the trio hadn’t even gotten an opportunity to eat breakfast before finding themselves in front of their phones to hold video calls.

Though one fan worriedly commented on it when she heard Wooyoung’s stomach growl over the phone, he did get the whole event over with well. When they were done, San slipped him a protein bar and smiled: “To hold you over till you get an opportunity to have a meal.” – “I-I thought we could eat now?!”, the younger frowned, sinking his teeth into the protein bar. Catching up to him, Hongjoong denied: “We’re headed to an interview, so if you have any snacks in your backpack, better take the opportunity right now. Already kinda late, so there won’t be any waiting time for us.” The leader ignored the horrified look his dongsaeng gave him and scarfed down the apple Seonghwa had given him.

Worried about their friends who hadn’t even gotten the chance to pack any food that morning, the members went through their bags and collected whatever snacks they were carrying to make sure Hongjoong, Wooyoung and Jongho would have something to fuel them for the next one or two hours. It wasn’t much but they’d make do. They had to. Wooyoung’s stomach ached a little as he settled in for the interview, Yeosang next to him, shooting him an encouraging smile. Forcing himself to return it, the younger refrained from slipping his hand under his shirt to palm at his sore middle.

Wooyoung used to get stress stomach aches when he was in middle school, so he blamed the discomfort on the chaos of the day. Knowing this, Yeosang stuck close to him and occasionally rubbed his back in a comforting gesture. Though Wooyoung hid it quite well, Seonghwa caught on that there was a problem because he saw Yeosang acting just a tiny bit more affectionate towards their dongsaeng and made sure to check on the boy too. “Upset tummy”, Wooyoung mumbled, when the eldest asked if anything was wrong with. They were just making their way back to the company for a dance practice session. Resting his hand on the other’s shoulder, Seonghwa worried: “Is it hunger pains?” – “Not sure. Stress probably but the hunger isn’t helping”, Wooyoung winced, finally allowing himself to rub his stomach to try and soothe it.

Usually, the group would be able to squeeze in a little break but today they’d be working with their choreographers, who were also on a tight schedule, so their next break would have to wait for another two hours. Despite the pain slowly morphing into cramps, Wooyoung did his best to learn the new choreography quickly. He was a main dancer after all. Seonghwa encouraged him to sip water whenever he got the chance to but the younger eventually refused, claiming the liquid wasn’t sitting well in his empty stomach anymore. “We’ll have a break soon, so you guys can have a proper meal”, Yunho smiled before showing Jongho the move again. The maknae had trouble focusing and it took him longer to memorize the choreography. He’d have to revise it with Yunho and Wooyoung some other day.

Hongjoong too struggled but being the leader, he fought to hide it, not wanting to leave a bad impression with the choreographers. That could only work so long and he eventually found himself in Seonghwa’s arms, his only hyung manhandling him to the floor. “Sorry- sorry, just- just need a moment”, Hongjoong panted, sitting with his head bowed between his knees. His ears were ringing and he barely heard Seonghwa talking to him. Wooyoung brought him his water bottle, heart aching to see the older looking so faint. At the same time, it was reassuring to know his friends weren’t coping too well with the incident either. He didn’t feel as much as a failure, knowing that even their leader was still affected by it.

When the practice was finally over, Wooyoung remained splayed on the floor, drenched in sweat and still panting heavily. Hongjoong didn’t get up either, slowly sipping from his water bottle as he tried to catch his breath. Jongho leant against the wall next to his bag and dried his face on his towel before shooting Seonghwa a pained smile. “We have a one hour break before we need to perform, so should we order takeout here? You guys don’t look like you got the energy to go out somewhere right now”, the eldest offered, checking their schedule on his phone. “I vote yes”, Hongjoong announced, “’m starving.” Jongho was quick to agree but Wooyoung remained quiet. His stomach hurt… badly.

It took some prodding from Seonghwa and Hongjoong but Wooyoung eventually let himself be talked into having some rice, despite his cramps. To his relief, the first few bites soothed his stomach and he finally realized just how starved he was. “Woo, slow down”, San warned, watching worriedly as the younger scarfed down his meal, “You’re going to make yourself sick.” Shooting the older a frustrated glare, Wooyoung whined: “I’m starving, leave me alone. This is my first proper meal today and it’s already late afternoon.” – “Woah, no need to get defensive. Just saying that it’s a risk having so much food in such a short time span and so soon before performing”, San appeased, defensively raising his hands. Though he understood his friend’s point, Wooyoung didn’t manage to slow himself down. He had gone hungry for too long.

The meal seemed to restore his energy and Wooyoung settled into his seat with a satisfied smile, buckling his seatbelt. They’d only have to shoot the performance before their schedule would conclude for the day. He hadn’t thought himself capable of dancing anymore after practice but now he was confident that he could. Sure, he had eaten a little more than he usually would in one sitting and he felt the waistband of his jeans dig into his tummy but he hoped his stage outfit would conceal that somehow. Despite San’s warning that he'd feel sick, quite the opposite was the case. Wooyoung felt better than he had for most of the day, his stomach finally content and the hunger pains eased.

He wasn’t all that lucky with his stage outfit though and couldn’t help but feel self-conscious with the way the tight pants made his full middle look squishy. That couldn’t be helped now though and Wooyoung remained standing while they waited to be called up. Sitting down was just too uncomfortable in these pants and they didn’t squeeze his stomach as much when he was standing. Only this performance, the dancer reminded himself. He’d be back off that stage and in a pair of comfy sweatpants soon. His bed was waiting for him at the dorm and this dreadfully chaotic day would soon be over. He could only hope to wake up on time the next morning.

So deep in thought, Wooyoung almost missed them being called up and startled when Yeosang’s hand appeared on his arm to guide him to the stage. Ugh, for some reason, Wooyoung didn’t feel like dancing anymore all of a sudden and dancing in such a tight outfit when his stomach was already so full also didn’t sound too appealing. It wasn’t like he had a choice though, so he stifled a burp against his fist before stepping out in front of the cameras. He got this!

Running on adrenaline, Wooyoung wasn’t bothered by his clothes at all. He didn’t even feel them till he struck the ending pose, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his stomach turning as if he was still dancing. With every breath, his waistband dug deep into his tummy. His stomach lurched and Wooyoung barely managed to fight off the urge to gag. Not even waiting for the director to signal that they were done, he turned and clamped his hands over his paling lips before rushing off stage. He had just made it to the steps when his throat contracted with a gag. Stumbling down the steps, Wooyoung made it out of sight and retched into his hands. Tears sprung to his eyes and it took a second for him to see the trashcan in front of him.

Wooyoung clutched the trashcan a staff member had thrust into his hands. He hadn’t even caught his breath before it was cut off by a wave of sick. A hand appeared on his back and someone steadied him when he doubled over again. Over the ringing in his ears, Wooyoung thought he might’ve heard the other members get of stage but he couldn’t be sure. He also didn’t get a break to look up and check, his stomach too busy trying to turn itself inside out. “Come on, sit”, someone instructed softly and Wooyoung shakily stumbled along before someone pushed on his shoulders to ease him down in a chair. That had come not a moment too late because his knees already felt like jelly and he didn’t know how long he would’ve remained on his feet without losing his balance.

When Wooyoung finally got a moment to breathe, he glanced up at San with watering eyes, shooting the older a pleading look. “Not gonna say it”, San sighed, pulling up a chair. He sat down next to Wooyoung and rubbed his back through the next round. By the time Wooyoung was done and spat into the trash, trying to get rid of a string of saliva, Seonghwa stood in front of him, holding a water bottle and tissues. He handed his dongsaeng a tissue to wipe his lips with and smiled sympathetically: “Today’s really not your day, is it?” Tiredly cleaning himself up, Wooyoung shook his head and accepted a tiny sip of water before handing the bottle back. He placed the trashcan onto the floor between his feet and rested his head in his hands.

The day had been awful but a small smile crept onto Wooyoung’s lips, despite the headache he had developed in the last five minutes after throwing up. No matter how awful the day had been, it was over now. He had his sweatpants in his bag and only needed to get changed before they could ho home. Home, where his bed was waiting for him and he could go to sleep confident that the next day would be better.

[sickonthedancefloor]

Y'all remember that Ateez teaser I wrote a billion years ago? Well.

Yunho wears himself down at the beginning of promotion season. Seonghwa notices, he always does.

Sickie: Yunho Caretakers: Seonghwa, Wooyoung

It’s just how Yunho operates, and yet it worries Seonghwa every time. Seonghwa had seen how tired the taller dancer had been lately, how this comeback seemed to be taking his energy from him every day. A new live filming at 4 in the morning, flying early to another concert performance, more interviews, more youtube specials. For the past week, Seonghwa has seen his soft eye bags darkening with each passing day, but in true Yunho fashion, there’s never any complaints.

It was the performance on M-Countdown that had been the first downfall. The performance went well, Atiny were energetic, and the group was in a rare form of ultra excitement. But during the wind-down, as they filmed tiktok challenges with other idols, Seonghwa had caught Yunho leaning heavily on their manager, walking oddly as they moved backstage. Yunho waved Mingi off with a smile, but Seonghwa caught the wince when Yunho placed weight down on his left foot. It was later when he’d learned that Yunho had stepped wrong during their last performance, and the adrenaline had kept he pain away until he was winding down.

Ice and painkillers and propping it up, the stationed medic recommended. It wasn’t broken, wasn’t very swollen, but if he hurt his muscle, it would just need some time to rest up. Annoying, Yunho had told Seonghwa later. But just a sprain. I’m okay.

Annoying in the sense that he can’t just shove both of his feet in his shoes and go. Frustrating that he needs to take a Tylenol and ignore the throbbing to perform, but his responses to the staff are just that he’s okay to power through it, he can walk just fine. They wrap it with bandages for a performance, and the pressure helps, but Seonghwa can see it taking its toll. Slowly but surely.

“Let me know if you need anything, okay?” Seonghwa tells him softly.

“I will, hyung.” He won’t.

But Yunho naps the hour-long flight to Tokyo, and he’s stiff and limping when they get up and takes a few moments to stretch before deboarding. He tells them he just wants to nap it off for a little when they get settled, and they let him when they arrive and get settled in their stay. They tug out his futon first and leave him to rest; and he wakes up with Wooyoung curled against him, drooling on his pillow.

The show goes well. Rehearsal was smooth, everyone felt great, Yunho even performed a freestyle cypher for the dance battle when he got into it. And when they came back, Yunho, being Yunho, goes to reassure Atiny that he’s fine. He was too forthcoming on their apps, a little too honest; but he just likes that transparency between himself and their fans. He likes being at least a little honest with them, even if it’s not always positive. His ankle doesn’t hurt much, and he’s tired, but he will be okay.

Yunho is not fine, which is why Seonghwa goes to join him. Yunho was fine enough that Atiny doesn’t catch on, and the two end their somewhat chaotic toktoq live with laughter and smiles while they tease San over his own live. Once the camera gets put away, app closed and schedule officially done for the night, Seonghwa watches as Yunho leans back onto the floor, letting out a deep breath as he closes his eyes.

Seonghwa doesn’t hesitate to lean over and look at him. Really look at him. He looks tired, even underneath the remnants of makeup, and he winces when he turns to his side when he moves his problem leg. His ankle must be bothering him again, Seonghwa realizes. But his cheeks, oddly enough, are glowing pink under the fading foundation. His oldest dongsaeng is just pushing through the day, he can tell.

“Yunho-yah?”

“Hmm?” Yunho doesn’t move.

“When’s the last time you took any medication?” Seonghwa squats next to Yunho’s side, placing a slim hand on his forehead. There’s an unnatural heat, but he doesn’t feel scorching; it’s a fever probably just high enough to feel uncomfortable. Yunho leans into the touch and doesn’t answer for a long while. For a moment, Seonghwa’s concerned he fell asleep.

Then: “…before soundcheck, I think?”

That was… hours and hours ago. They had done soundcheck in the morning because of the festival’s length, and had done lunch, costume changes, the performance, even a dance cypher that had Yunho jumping around in pure excitement. They’d had a late breakfast then gone straight to the venue. No wonder he seemed so drained when the adrenaline wore off. Yunho hadn’t complained at all.

“Come on, let hyung get you something for the pain.” Seonghwa sighs, stroking back Yunho’s bangs. “Do you have any cold medicine with you too?”

Yunho nods, gesturing towards his smaller bag on the table. “In my bag. I can get it in a second. You don’t have to worry about it.”

But Seonghwa doesn’t wait. The older one just heads up to get the bag, rummaging through it until he finds a little pouch where Yunho keeps his medication. There’s just acetaminophen, some general cough suppressant, and a blister pack of heavier-strength cold medicine. He takes a few moments to read the labels before heading back to Yunho with his water bottle from the table. With a dramatic sigh, Seonghwa sits onto the floor next to Yunho, nudging his arm with his knee.

“Come on, Yunho, sit up for me?”

Seonghwa spares a glance over to Yunho, who slowly pushes himself upright, before just rolling to his side and setting his head on Seonghwa’s leg. “Can I just sleep here, hyung?” Yunho asks. His tone is light, like a joke, but Seonghwa can tell his dongsaeng is more than ready for some uninterrupted rest. Well, they won’t be up much longer. Meds, cleaning up and brushing his teeth, then sleep. He pops two pills out of the blister pack and puts them in Yunho’s waiting open hand. He then adds a Tylenol, then glances at the cough suppressant.

“Have you been coughing, Yunho-yah? I haven’t heard anything from you.”

Yunho shrugs idly. “Not much, just usually if my nose is runny, from the drainage. But it’s been okay today.”

Okay today. How many days has it been? Seonghwa nods in acknowledgement, deciding to set that pill aside for if those symptoms occur. He opens the water bottle and watches Yunho take the medication, encouraging him to drink a little more to keep from getting dehydrated. Yunho drops his head on Seonghwa’s shoulder, yawning softly.

“Hyung… I’m tired.”

“I know, Yunho-yah. Come on, let’s get ready for bed. Do you want to go take a shower and I’ll go find your pajamas?”

Yunho nods against Seonghwa, but he doesn’t move for a few extra moments. It’s only when Seonghwa’s sure he’s about to fall asleep does he bump him and tell him to get up, watching as the tall puppy-like member slinks towards the bathroom. Seonghwa goes to his suitcase and opens it, pleased to see Yunho’s organization habits were still the same; his pajamas and casual clothing were still tucked on one side together, everything folded by outfit plans. Seonghwa grabs a set of clean pajamas and underwear, delivering it to the bathroom. He sneaks into his own room to change briefly, figuring he could just do his skincare once Yunho fell asleep. Yunho came from the bathroom after a bit after, dressed and clean and a little dazed from the extra steam. Seonghwa just tucks him into his futon, covering him with the comforter and making sure his feet are covered up. He keeps Yunho’s foot propped on an extra pillow. The taller man smiles sleepily at him.

And in a lazy, cute little sing-song voice, to the tune of their song Thank U¸ he says: “Thank you.” And the two of them giggle.

“Go sleep, silly.”

“Don’t stay up tonight worrying about me, okay, hyung?”

Seonghwa smiles. “Of course. Good night.” He flips off his main light and stays in until Yunho falls asleep, then heads off to his own room.

~*~

When Seonghwa slips into Yunho’s room the next morning, he sighs when he sees his younger member fast asleep still, alarm beeping from across the room. Seonghwa turns off the phone’s alarm, a little surprised to see that Yunho didn’t stir at all. The tall member was curled on his side, sweat-soaked hair clinging to his forehead, blanket haphazardly pushed down to his waist. His shirt was also damp with sweat, breaths coming out in a rapid, huffy pace. At one point, his body trembles as he coughs roughly, before he stills.

Touching his forehead, he frowns; Yunho’s definitely gotten worse overnight. The touch has Yunho stirring, the man groaning as he slowly wakes up.

“Yunho-ya,” Seonghwa calls softly, pulling his hand away.

“Hmm…?” Yunho squints his eyes open. “Hyung?”

“There you are…” Seonghwa smiles. “Good morning.” He tries to keep himself calm, to not upset Yunho too early, especially as he’s waking up. He can see Yunho trying to get his bearings, glancing around the room before he turns on his side to cough again. Seonghwa is quick to rub his back, reaching over with his other hand to grab Yunho’s water bottle. He’s glad to see Yunho drank more throughout the night, so at least he was trying not to become dehydrated. When Yunho’s coughing spell stops, Seonghwa hands him the water bottle, and he takes a sip.

When he sets the bottle down, Yunho pushes himself to sit up, grimacing as he moves. “Good morning,” he mumbles. He pulls at his shirt from where it clings to his stomach. “Ugh…”

“Not feeling any better, huh…” Seonghwa guesses. He moves a hand back to Yunho’s back and continues to rub circles, trying to be somewhat comforting. “Did you sleep all night?”

Yunho shakes his head with a sigh. “Woke up coughing… So I took more medicine, went back to sleep.” At least he was trying. After a moment, he just shakes his head again and leans forward, ripping off his shirt. When the air conditioning hits his shoulders, he shudders.

“Yunho— At least let me get you a new shirt!” Seonghwa hurries to Yunho’s bag, grabbing another tee. He helps Yunho into it, pulling the blanket up to his stomach.

“Seonghwa-hyung… can you grab me new shorts too?” Yunho mumbles. His ears turn pink at the request, feeling a little embarrassed.

Seonghwa nodded, but paused to glance over his shoulder. “Do you want to take a quick shower? Maybe a little rinse off may make you feel better.” Especially if his fever is breaking, even if he took one yesterday.

Yunho shakes his head, but grimaces and sets his forehead into his hands.

“Oh… headache?”

“Mhmm.”

Well, that didn’t help. Seonghwa goes back to Yunho’s medicine bag to see if he had any headache medication on him as well, but he sighs when he doesn’t find it. Yunho hasn’t had any terrible headaches in a while, so Seonghwa isn’t surprised that he left it at home. He just hopes Tylenol and more rest will help it pass. He tugs the medicine container over, along with a new pair of boxers and sleep shorts from Yunho’s suitcase. They’re not strangers to changing in front of each other, but as Yunho seems to be a little more sensitive at the moment—probably from the illness, rather than shyness—Seonghwa just focuses on trying to pull out new medicine while he changes. He laughs when he sees Yunho throw the dirty clothes in the direction of his suitcase, landing in a heap a few feet away from it.

“Do you remember what time you took your medicine last night?” Seonghwa asks.

“Uh… around one thirty or something? It was dark, I used my phone to find them but… didn’t really look at it.” Which honestly explained why it was further away. Yunho probably just tucked himself back into the futon and went back to sleep once he grabbed the pills. Seonghwa hums but knocks out an assortment of tablets, setting them in Yunho’s hand. The blonde doesn’t even question it, just tossing all the pills in at once and swallowing the water—which leads to another coughing fit. Seonghwa just rubs his back with a sigh.

“Next time, one at a time, okay?”

Yunho just nods in agreement. His eyes are closing, and as the fit subsides, he finds himself leaning into Seonghwa’s embrace. The older one just helps him lay down, fixing the blanket over him.

“Sleep, honey.”

He falls into slumber easily.

~*~

Yunho isn’t sure what he dreamt about, but he awakens in a panic, his heart racing and eyes glancing every which direction. He’s breathing heavily, and just from the force, his chest aches. His eyes burn with unshed tears, and as his shoulders begin to shake, he feels a pair of arms wrap around him and hold tightly. Wooyoung’s soft voice flits in his ear: “It’s okay, Yunho-ya, you’re okay. It was just a nightmare.”

Just… a nightmare. Yunho just focuses on his breathing, turning his head where he can hear Wooyoung’s voice coming from; he can barely see anything, with the room being dark and his vision blurring as he blinks falling tears. Wooyoung just continues to hush him, letting Yunho tuck his head into the crook of Wooyoung’s neck. His fingers run through his hair, and he rocks him gently while Yunho gets his bearings straight.

“Woo…”

“Yeah… You’re okay, Yunho. Deep breaths, breathe with me. In…” They take a breath in. “Out.” And a shuddered breath out from Yunho. His shoulders droop. Wooyoung makes him take a few more deep breaths before he eases his grip, his hands moving to Yunho’s cheeks, thumbs brushing away the moisture on his cheeks.

“Yuyu… You just had a nightmare, that’s all. You started thrashing around.”

Yunho frowns, his face pressing against Wooyoung’s hands. Wooyoung just leads his to his shoulder and hugs him again. “I don’t… remember it. I just…” He groans. His mind feels so foggy, his headache mostly gone but lingering in the back of his mind. He feels so disoriented, and it takes him a little longer with Wooyoung just rubbing his back and smoothing down his hair to realize that he really is awake. He feels sore.

“Ssh, ssh, you’re okay. Do you want to try something to eat? It may help…”

He doesn’t want to move, to be honest. Yunho’s back hurts, but Wooyoung’s hand is easing away the tension that’s formed and he’s slowly beginning to feel like putty in his grasp. His eyes close, and with a soft sniffle, he turns his head to the side where it rests more comfortably. Wooyoung’s hands pause, and all it does is garner a soft whine from Yunho.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, silly!”

“ ‘m not…” He was.

That’s when Yunho hears a second set of footsteps enter, and given how light the steps were, he’s sure they’re Seonghwa’s. “He’s awake?”

Wooyoung leans back a few inches, bringing Yunho with him while he cranes his head backwards. “He’s trying to fall asleep again.”

“We should probably feed him,” Seonghwa says with a soft laugh. “He hasn’t eaten since yesterday and it’s almost noon…”

Wooyoung and Seonghwa’s voices, as soft and gentle as they were, merely lull him back to slumber, curled right up where he was against Wooyoung’s shoulder. Thankfully, the shorter member doesn’t nudge him for a few good minutes, and Yunho rouses to a delicious smell of ramen. When Wooyoung pulls him to sit up, he catches Seonghwa sitting next to him, a tray resting beside him with a warm meal. And it looks delicious. Yunho blinks sleepily, a small smile forming.

It's from their favorite ramen shop in Japan. They’d ordered, knowing Yunho would appreciate the little pick-me-up. The dish was more broth and vegetables than toppings, which worked for him as he wasn’t overly hungry in the first place. He doesn’t complain as Wooyoung repositions the two so Yunho is laying with his back to his chest, slouching between Wooyoung’s legs. Seonghwa scoots over, and he swats Yunho’s hand away when he reaches for the spoon.

“You’ll spill.”

He would. Seonghwa was right. Yunho just drops his hands on either side, and they find Wooyoung’s quickly. Wooyoung gives his hands a gentle squeeze. The two members talk casually on the morning earlier while Seonghwa feeds Yunho, updating him about Mingi’s accidental build-kit purchase and the lego snacks he found. Apparently, there was already a goody bag of snacks with Yunho’s name on it for when he was doing better. That had Yunho smiling while he chewed his latest spoonful. It was nice knowing his friends were so caring, especially while he was unwell like this.

When Yunho accepts another spoonful, he blinks as his eyes go foggy. It takes him a small sniffle to realize that he’s already about to cry, and when he finally blinks, a few small blinks in succession, tears roll down his cheeks.

“Oh, Yuyu!” Seonghwa smiles, setting down the bowl to reach for Yunho’s cheeks. Gentle hands wipe at the tears while Wooyoung hugs him a little tighter, curling in over his shoulder.

“I—I just.. I love you guys so much!” Yunho babbles, and the tears just fall harder.

That gets Wooyoung laughing softly, planting a kiss on the crown of his head. “We love you too, silly! Don’t cry!”

“I didn’t wanna…”

Wooyoung lets go of his hands so Yunho can wipe at his cheeks, but the smaller one hugs him closer because of it. The pressure from Wooyoung behind him, and the firmness of Seonghwa’s hands at his cheeks with the softness of his thumbs brushing his face, is a reassuring comfort. It doesn’t take him too long to stop crying, but the episode gives him sniffles. Seonghwa makes him blow his nose before he reheats the ramen and returns to feeding him. And the two keep the conversation lighter, talking about some new drama they watched, in the hopes of keeping Yunho from getting too overwhelmed again.

It has an adverse effect. As he eats, he droops, and after half the bowl, he decides he’s done. “Here, take these.” More meds from Seonghwa, but Yunho doesn’t even look at them all, just takes them two at a time as Seonghwa gives them to him. And after a few moments, he rests again.

“Comfy, Yunho?” Wooyoung asks him softly.

“I feel like… every time I close my eyes, I get sleepy.” Yunho’s begun mumbling. He’s exhausted.

Seonghwa just laughs. “Then rest, silly.”

And he does, knowing that even if he doesn’t say what’s wrong, he knows his team will find out. And they’ll care for him. Curled up to Wooyoung’s side, Yunho sleeps just a little easier.

[k-sickies]

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Skz request sick Seungmin & I.N

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P1harmony, ZB1, TXT, solo artist

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Masterlist

SKZ

Bang Chan:

1/8 Migraine - Emeto feat Hyunjin

Lee Know:

2/8 flu - Emeto feat Han + Chan

x reader headcanons

Sick at the amusement park - emeto feat Chan / Hyunjin

Drabble - stomach ache feat Chan

Rest, please - emeto feat Han

Changbin:

3/8 not just carsick - Emeto feat Chan/Han

Leg cramps & nausea- Emeto feat Chan

Hyunjin:

x reader pt 1 - Emeto

x reader pt 1 (/2) - Emeto

x reader pt 2 - Emeto

4/8 passing out feat Minho

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

Is just a headache feat Minho

Jeongin:

Drabble - stomach ache feat Chan

Upset tummy - Emeto

Drabble - Tummy cuddles feat Changbin

OT8:

SKZ as caretaker

SKZ as sickies

SKZ - Food poisoning x reader headcanons

SKZ - they have stomach cramps

SKZ - they have UTI

Ateez

Hongjoong:

Seonghwa:

Passing out feat Hongjoong

Yunho:

Fever

Drabble - Emeto feat Seonghwa

Yeosang:

Drabble - Emeto feat Mingi

San:

Carsick - Emeto feat Yeosang

Mingi:

Wooyoung:

Sick Woo is Moody Woo

Jongho:

Emeto - feat Yunho

OT8:

Ateez as sickies

Ateez as caretaker

Unrequited love - WooSang

TXT

Yeonjun:

Drabble - Emeto feat Beomgyu

Fainting + angst feat Soobin

Cold feat Soobin

Soobin:

Snz feat Yeonjun

Beomgyu:

Drabble - Emeto feat Taehyun

Taehyun:

Drabble - Emeto feat Yeonjun

Hueningkai:

Drabble - stomach ache feat Soobin

Emeto - day off feat Beomgyu and Soobin

Ot5:

TXT as sickies

TXT as caretaker

P1Harmony

Keeho:

Our dumb secret - Emeto feat Theo

Theo:

Jiung:

Emeto + homesick feat Keeho / Soul

Intak:

Soul:

Jongseob:

OT6:

P1h as sickies

ZB1

OT9:

Emeto headcanons

[kpopsickies]

hey there, don't know if you write for ateez but if you do, I would like to request a sick whining wooyoung with a cough with caretaker jongho who's quite a germo but can't resist taking care of him cause he sounds so bad <3 (sorry if it's long or too specific 🥺

sorry that its kinda short

Sickie: Wooyoung

Caretaker: Jongho

Wooyoung p.o.v

I wish I could have enjoyed my day off like my members all were. But unfortunately I was cursed with the most worthless immune system ever and instead was spending it sick. Thankfully it was more of a bad cold than anything, but I still was annoyed. I woke up with a headache, a sore and itchy throat and a blocked, stuffy nose. I trudged downstairs, groaning softly at the spinning in my head. Downstairs I only saw Jongho, "Where's everyone else?" I asked, cringing at ow my voice sounded. I must have startled the maknae because his head turned quickly to look at me. "good morning hyung, they all left already. I didn't really want to do anything so I stayed behind." I nodded, clearing my throat, trying to fight a cough. "you okay hyung?" Jongho asked, looking worried. "yeah, just a little cold" I admitted sniffling lightly. "oh" he looked a bit uneasy, when I suddenly remembered how nervous the maknae was about germs. "Shit!" I said, stepping back from Jongho. Im sorry I forgot

"Its okay hyung" he said softly, I turned as far away from him as I possibly could and ducked as far into my elbow as physically possible and coughed, the coughs hurt my chest and caused my already aching head to throb with the feelinh. "Woo? Are you okay?" I nodded, my eyes pricked with tears, a combination of the force of the cough and the pain. "how long have you been sick for?"

"woke up like this" I said, coughing through the words. I heard movement coming from the maknae, and was shocked when I felt his hand on my shoulder. "bed time hyung" I shook my head, "Jonho, I'm okay"

"I cant leave you alone like this, you're obviously sick"

"But you dont like germs."

"I know. But I also cant bring myself to abandon you when you're obviously sick."

I shook my head, "I'll be ok-hhtch! Htchh" I said getting as a far away from him as I could, "bless you" he gently patted my shoulder. 

"I'll be okay Jongho, trust me. I'll take care of myself"

"I know you can, but it's not fair to ask you to, especially when you're sick" 

"But I-"

"Hyung it's fine. You guys have taken care of me so many times. Let me return the favor" I nodded, feeling a bit unsure, "go to the couch, I'll get you medicine and stuff" I nodded and did as he instructed. 

Jongho p.o.v 

I hurried to the bathroom and washed my hands all the way up to my elbows, I forced myself to breathe, genuinely scared. But I knew Wooyoung needed me. I put a mask on and grabbed the medicine that he needed plus a box of tissues and some water. I went to the living room. "Hey hyung" he looked up at me, I noticed how pale he was. "Here" I set the medicine and water on the table and slid the tissue box next to him. "Thanks" he swallowed the medicine then blew his nose. He went to set the tissue down on the couch, "don't do that" I said quickly, hoping I didn't sound too panicked, "I'll get a bag for the trash" 

I brought him a bag and he put the tissue in it, and set it opposite of me on the couch. "So I got a text from Seonghwa, him and Hongjoong will be home soon" Wooyoung said, he coughed after, thankfully turning very far from me. "Okay, do you know when?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound too anxious. "I think he said 15 minutes" I nodded, "I'm sorry that I'm not very good at takong care of people." 

"Jongho it's okay. You've already done amazing. I know it's not easy for you. Remind you I owe you dinner when I feel better" he smiled, "just doing my job" I shook my head, "you've done more than that" I smiled, he shrugged. "Glad I could help" 

[blu-joons]

When He Notices You Having Trouble Walking The Morning After ~ Ateez Reaction

Seonghwa:

“Y/N,” Seonghwa chuckled as he watched you walk around the room and across to your wardrobe, your steps slow, barely lifting your foot off of the ground as you moved.

You tried your best to ignore Seonghwa, concentrating on getting an outfit ready for work when he called out your name again. “I’m trying to get sorted, what do you want Seonghwa?”

“You just look to be struggling a bit.”

Your head snapped back to look at him, shooting a glare in his direction. “Now try saying that without sounding incredibly smug about what’s happening to me.”

“I can’t,” Seonghwa immediately admitted, “you can’t show up to work like this though.”

Your shoulders shrugged in reply to Seonghwa, “what choice do I have? I’ve got an hour to come up with an excuse before I walk into my office.”

“Why do you need an excuse?” Seonghwa quizzed, “why can’t you just confidently walk in and tell them that your boyfriend rocked your world?”

Your head shook straight away, “because he’s smug enough without people hearing that too.”

“I can’t help but enjoy this Y/N.”

Hongjoong:

“Do you want to come back to bed?” Hongjoong asked you, finally stirring to see that you were already up and about on your feet, even if you were a little wobbly.

At the sound of his voice, you looked around, shaking your head in reply to his question. “Why would I want to come back to bed?” You quizzed, carrying on with what you were doing.

“Are you not in any pain right now?”

A lump ran down your throat as you felt Hongjoong still watching you. “Is it really that obvious?” You nervously asked, groaning when Hongjoong’s head nodded.

“Pretty obvious,” he weakly smiled, “it was the first thing that I noticed about you.”

A heavy sigh came from you, sitting down at the end of the bed. “This is your fault,” you told him, pushing your hands against Hongjoong’s feet.

“How was I supposed to know that this would happen?” He innocently smiled, “it’s not as if I knew you’d struggle to walk this morning.”

Your eyes rolled as he defended himself, “if you hadn’t had been like you were, it’s your fault.”

“Nice try, but this is on you.”

Yunho:

“You’re struggling to walk,” Yunho laughed as your head continued to shake, trying your best to move around the house with Yunho following your every move behind you.

You could hear in his voice how desperate he was to get the satisfaction, refusing to give it to him. “I’m not struggling to walk; it’s just taking my body a little bit of time to wake up.”

“That’s the worst lie I’ve ever heard.”

You turned around and pushed against Yunho’s arm, “haven’t you got somewhere to be? What time are you due at the studio, it better be pretty soon.”

“I can’t go,” he shrugged, “I’ve got to look after you instead this morning.”

Your brows knitted together in reply to Yunho, “I don’t need looking after, I’m perfectly fine, I don’t understand what the big deal is.”

“So, if I was to push you right now, you’d be fine?” Yunho teased, resting his hand gently against the top of your arm to nudge you.

You stepped away from Yunho’s grip, “alright, so maybe I am a little bit uncomfortable today.”

“A little bit? Are you sure?”

Yeosang:

“Y/N, why don’t you come back to bed?” Yeosang offered, tapping the space where you had just gotten up from. “You don’t need to go anywhere today.”

Your head shook as you continued to try your best to walk, despite the pain. “I’ve got things to do Yeosang, for starters I’m supposed to be at work, I’m already running late.”

“What if we tell them that you’re ill?”

Your head snapped around to shoot a glare back across at him, “you want me to pull a sickie because I’m in pain after last night? That makes no sense.”

“What’s the alternative?” He challenged, “go into work and have people stare?”

Your shoulders dropped as you realised how good of a point Yeosang made. “This is a one time thing, there is no way that we’re making this a habit.”

“Stay in bed,” Yeosang encouraged, beckoning you over again. “I mean you’re in pain, it’s a kind of sick, right?”

Your head nodded back across at him, “does that mean that you’ll look after me then?”

“I walked right into that one.”

San:

“Is there anything that I can do to help?” San enquired, wrapping his arm around your frame so that he could help you to walk around the bedroom to get sorted.

Your head shook as you managed to lean forwards and open your wardrobe. “I think it’s a little bit too late for your help, don’t you think? Your help has got me in this position.”

“You weren’t complaining last night.”

You nudged your hip against San’s before pulling out an outfit for the day. “Last night I didn’t exactly think that this would be how I’d end up the following morning.”

“I’m sorry,” San weakly smiled, “I can’t help but feel partly responsible.”

Your eyes rolled at his admission, “partly responsible? You’re the one who wanted to carry on, the one who decided he wanted to try something new.”

“But you didn’t have to agree,” he smartly responded, unable to stop himself from teasing you, “you said yes Y/N.”

You hummed back across at him, “you have no idea how much I wish I’d said no now though.”

“Unfortunately, you can’t turn back time.”

Mingi:

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Mingi repeated for what felt like the hundredth time, with you telling him to stop laughing at your pain as you laid back down beside him.

Your head tilted to look across at him with a blank expression on your face. “I wish that you could feel the pain that I’m feeling right now, instead you’re just on top of the world.”

“After last night, of course I am.”

You let go of a sigh at how smug Mingi was about how good he was feeling. “I’m glad that you’re feeling ready to get up on your feet and crack on with the day.”

“I can help you,” Mingi offered, “I can carry you around for a little while.”

Your eyes widened at his proposition before having to shake your head. “You’re going to carry me around all day? Do you know how busy my day is?”

“I said for a while,” Mingi swiftly reminded you, “I don’t think your boss would be a fan of me carrying you around.”

You nodded in agreement with him, “my boss won’t be happy when I tell him this is your fault.”

“Maybe skip a few of the details though.”

Wooyoung:

“Y/N,” Wooyoung chuckled as he watched you try and make your way around the room, resisting the urge to pick up his phone and record you as you stumbled.

Your head shook at the excitement that was in Wooyoung’s voice. “This is your fault, my pain and suffering is all thanks to you, I hope the guilt of that sits well with you.”

“How’s any of this my fault?”

Your eyes widened as you just managed to turn around and look across at Wooyoung. “I told you that I was tired and that you needed to be careful last night.”

“I was careful,” he defended, “or at least I thought I was careful at the time.”

Your head continued to shake as a giggle escaped from Wooyoung. “You know, most boyfriends would be full of concern at their partner’s pain.”

“I am concerned,” Wooyoung sheepishly smiled, “but that is far outweighed by how funny this is for me right now.”

Your eyes shut as you took a deep breath, “I am so close to coming over and beating you up.”

“You’d have to hobble to get me first.”

Jongho:

“What do I do?” Jongho nervously asked as you let go of a groan, dropping back down onto the bed almost as soon as you stood up, struggling with the pain that you felt.

Your shoulders shrugged as you looked across at Jongho with a pained expression. “I don’t know what either of us do, I’ve never had to deal with a pain like this before Jongho.”

“Should I go and get some ice?”

Your head shook, reaching across and hitting against his leg. “I don’t think this is the sort of pain that calls for ice. I don’t think I’ve sprained anything; I hope.”

“Maybe I could get you some pain relief tablets?” He offered, “will that help?”

You shrugged again, letting go of another huff. “Anything is worth a try at this point. What were we even doing to end up like this Jongho?”

“What do you mean we?” He teased in reply, “I don’t know about you, but I am feeling absolutely fine after last night.”

You reached across and hit against him once again, “it’s alright for some not being in any pain.”

“Sorry, I’ll go and get some tablets now.”

---

Masterlist

[sneezyminniejo]

I would love an Ateez fic with some Jongho whump if you're up for it! It's pretty canon that he doesn't show emotions easily, but maybe he lets down his guard if he's not feeling well. No emeto pls, but fever, snz etc would be great- I love your fics!

Here it is hope you enjoy

Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk

Jongho didn't really like showing his vulnerable side. In part because he's the maknae of his group and did want to seem even "younger". And also because he's crazy strong and can break apples and other fruits in half using his bare hands. It just wouldn't make any sense for someone as physically strong as him to have an obvious vulnerable side.

The only time Jongho gets even remotely vulnerable is when he is sick or injured. Jongho had somehow managed to make it three years without being sick in front of his members. He considered this quite a feat as he and his members are always in each other's space.

Today, however, was a different day. Jongho had woken up feeling absolutely miserable. He was feeling hot and cold, his hurt, and he couldn't really breathe through his nose. Jongho groaned as he looked at his phone. It was only seven in the morning. No one was going to be awake for at least another hour. Knowing he wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep, he decided to move to the kitchen to find some food.

Jongho, not wanting to put any effort into his breakfast, went with some cup ramen. He didn't really care about getting scolded for poor eating choices, but he also knew that if he does get scolded, it wouldn't take much to make him start crying.

The next person to come out of their room was Wooyoung. Wooyoung entered the kitchen and grabbed an apple. He always got a kick out of watching Jongho break an apple in half, and since he was awake he decided to ask.

"Hey Jongie, can you please break this a-” “EH-TIEW, hih-stish.” Wooyoung was abruptly cut off mid sentence by Jongho sneezing a rapid double into his elbow.

“Bless you Jongie. Anyway I was asking if you could please break the apple in half. You can totally have one of the halves if you want.” Jongho sighed, he really wasn’t feeling great, but complied nonetheless. He struggled a little bit and was almost unable to break the apple. He could feel tears beginning to form in his eyes, but quickly blinked them away before going to make tea.

Jongho took his cup of tea into the living room and turned on the tv. Some random children’s show was on. The plot wasn’t anything special. Just a dragon that lost a baby tooth and couldn’t find it, two human children that came from somewhere helping him find his baby tooth. In the end the tooth had been in the boy’s pocket the entire time as he had thought it was a cool rock. By the end of the episode, Jongho was a blubbering, crying mess.

Wooyoung hadn’t seen the entirety of whatever was going on, but did hear Jongho as he became more and more distressed. He decided to get one of his hyungs, even though they’d just be in the process of waking up themselves. Wooyoung knocked on Seonghwa’s door. “Hyung! Jongho is in the living room crying his eyes out. I don’t know what to do.” Seonghwa quickly exited his room, as did many of the other members upon hearing that their maknae was in some kind of distress.

The seven members quickly walked into the living room only to find that Jongho was indeed a crying mess. Seonghwa was quick to go comfort the crying boy by bringing him a box of tissues. “Hey Jongho are you okay?” Seonghwa was hesitant to get too close because he honestly had no clue how the younger preferred to be comforted.

Jongho accepted the tissues and went to blow his nose. Shortly after he started to blow, he felt the all too familiar tickle. He frantically grabbed more tissues and placed the wad against his nose.

“Heh-mphhh, huh-itcshhh, HIh-stiEW!” The others were a tad shocked at the mini fit. Hongjoong was the first to speak. “Bless you. Jongho, what’s got you so worked up?”

Jongho sniffled a bit while still crying. “It’s just that the one dragon l-lost his baby t-tooth and couldn’t find it, and the two children who had never seen dragons be-before helped him find it without any fear.” Hongjoong tentatively sat down next to the maknae and gently began rubbing his back.

“Okay Jongie. It was very sweet of the kids to help the dragon, but are you sure you’re okay. Is there anything you need to get off your chest. Jongho sniffled again and took another tissue to blow his nose. “I just love you guys so much. I’m glad I got to debut with you.” He paused for a moment and pouted. “Can I have a hug?” He asked no one in particular.

Since Seonghwa was on the couch right next to the youngest, he went in for the hug. While he was hugging the younger, he felt the heat coming off his neck. “Jongie, you have a fever. Is that what has you so worked up?” Jongho merely nodded.

Mingi was the next to speak. “It’s not an issue that you’re sick Jongho. It won’t be an issue to get you a day off to get better.” At that moment Yeosang walked in with a glass of water, a thermometer, and some fever reducers. Yeosang placed both the water and the medicine on the coffee table and took Jongho's temp. It read 101.8. Jongho put the medicine in his mouth and swallowed it down with the water. However, he miscalculated placing the water back on the table, causing it to spill all over the floor. This of course caused him to start crying all over again. Yunho went to grab a towel while San went to comfort the younger.

"Hey, it's okay Jongie. It's just a little bit of water. We'll clean it up, as they say in English there's no need to cry over spilled milk. Or I guess in this case water." Everyone chuckled at that, including the sick maknae.

It didn't take much longer for the other seven to figure out that Jongho wasn't upset about being sick, but the fever had made him extremely emotional. So they spent the next couple of days doing what they could to keep his fever as low as possible and reassure and comfort him whenever tears started to bubble up.

While the fever never got above 102, it didn't break for two more days without medication. Hongjoong had made sure to have his schedule cleared for the week as Jongho was in no mental state to go to schedules. Fortunately, the other seven had staggered schedules, so they took turns staying home with the sickie to make sure he wouldn't feel lonely. They knew he was feeling better when he was no longer crying over nothing and began teasing his members back. It was a bit rough, bit now Jongho's hyungs knew what to look out for if they suspected him of being sick.

[9ateez-multiau-bot]

I feew yucky, sicky icky🥺

Oh darling, let's get you some herbal tea, hmm? I'm free all day love, I'll look after you - Mafia!Seonghwa

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[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 10: The Sniffles

Fandom: ATEEZ

Sickie: Hongjoong (cold)

Caregiver(s): Seonghwa, Mingi, mostly

Word Count: 2,239

Notes: So this is the second Sicktember fic finished in the nick of time (literally stayed up to string all the pieces together an hour past my normal 'bedtime,' per say). This idea got away from me, and there will be more it coming post-Sicktember. This is just a "small" snippet, and, of course, fully of nonsense side plots. I also have learned that I have no idea what to do with San in these fics; he's the one member I have no figured out to at least a working degree, so we're gonna keep working on that. Really for all of the members... ramble over.

Sunday

Hongjoong woke up coughing. And not the kind of ‘clearing the throat from sleep’ cough, but rather the ‘hacking up gross shit’ cough. Lying down, he almost felt like he was choking. But even after vaulting into a sitting position, he immediately doubled over with the force of the cough, face buried in his hands. The sudden movement caused something to shift in his sinuses, and before he’d even gotten his breath back under control, he was thrown forward by a string of sneezes that left him feeling dazed and breathless. 

Hongjoong groaned. The nap had not helped. The universe had not been on his side. He was sick. He was sick and he had to be on camera in an hour. 

Well shit.

*

“Hongjoong-ah, we have you sitting in between Seonghwa and Mingi right there.” Their manager was smiling, but there was pity in his eyes. But he very casually slipped him a bottle of water, a blister pack of pills covertly tucked against his palm, so Hongjoong couldn’t stay mad at him. The captain nodded, mouthing a ‘thank you’ before moving into the room. A series of crafty items were spread around the table, and the members were so busy taking it all in no one had seen him yet. 

“How was the nap, hyung?” Mingi, who only knew the figure shuffling towards the table was Hongjoong because he’d heard their manager say his name, asked. Hongjoong noticed that San and Wooyoung were still missing. 

“Fine.” Five pairs of eyes snapped to him, and Hongjoong felt his body physically shrink into his hoodie. He fought the sudden urge to clear his throat. “What?”

“Hyung…” If he’d thought the manager’s pity was bad, it was ten times worse from Yunho’s pouted lips and wide eyes. 

“What?!” Hongjoong repeated. He felt his cheeks heating up from the scrutiny. “I’m fine.”

“Oh, sweetheart, that is so far from true.” Seonghwa had pushed out his chair and was moving around the table towards him. 

“Don’t!” Hongjoong held up a warning finger to his friend. Seonghwa, the disobedient little shit he was, did not stop moving until he had his hand pressed against Hongjoong’s cheek. The captain swatted his hand away, tried to step back out of his reach, but Seonghwa (whose reflexes weren’t compromised by a cold) was faster, catching Hongjoong’s wrist and feeling his forehead this time. 

“You’re warm, but not fever warm,” the eldest muttered, lips quirked to the side. 

“See? The nap worked…”

“But you look and sound so much worse,” Seonghwa finished, settling back in his heels, arms crossed over his chest. Hongjoong glared at him. Which lasted all of two seconds before a cough bubbled up in his throat. Elbow thrust against his mouth, he turned his back on his members, as if that could hide his very obvious illness. 

“Hyung, you can always go back to bed,” Yeosang offered. There was that pity again. Fuck. “ATINYs will understand if you sit this one out.”

“Seriously, Joong-hyung. You look rough,” Jongjo replied. His voice was so much softer than usual. “Like, rough enough that ATINYs are going to notice and worry about you. Not to mention we’ll be worrying about you.”

“And, if your own wellbeing and ATINY’s worries aren’t enough to convince you, the rest of us would very much like to not have whatever you’re having right now,” Yunho added, his tone teasing, but the sentiment clear. 

Hongjoong sighed, pushing the heels of his hands against his eyes. It was too much. All of this: the managers worrying about him, his dongsaengs worrying about him, ATINYs worrying about him… This was why he couldn’t be sick. Ever. Ever ever. This was so stupid! He felt a hand on his shoulder, but shrugged it off. 

“Joong…” This time, both of Seonghwa’s hands grasped his shoulders. Hongjoong dropped his hands away from his face, fixing Seonghwa with a frustrated glare. Seonghwa’s face was a mix of concern and patience. “Are you overwhelmed?” The captain blinked. He hadn’t expected that question. But… He nodded. “How are you feeling? Tell me honestly.”

“I feel okay. I’m just stuffed up is all.” His statement was punctuated by a congested sniffle. “But I got meds, so I’ll be fine.” He shook the blister pack for good measure.  

Seonghwa arched one eyebrow at him. “You’re sure?” 

Hongjoong nodded. “It’s just a bad case of the sniffles.” 

Seonghwa turned to face the other members, a silent conversation happening between them all. Hongjoong hated being the subject of said conversation, wanted to shrink back into his hoodie again. “If you’re sure, then, let’s get ready to go.” Seonghwa returned to his seat, gesturing for Hongjoong to follow. The captain nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he moved to his own chair. As he sat down, he felt Mingi’s hand against his lower back, warm fingers rubbing against sore muscles. Hongjoong smiled, nodded towards his fellow rapper. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought. 

*

Hongjoong was, once again, wrong. The universe had truly decided to fuck with him today. Despite popping the pills from the manager ten minutes before the live started, Hongjoong had yet, at fifty minutes in, to feel any positive changes in his condition. In fact, he felt worse than before. Extra lights had been turned on to brighten up scene, and the additional heat from the lights had immediately made him uncomfortable. Hongjoong may not have been running a fever, but something about the additional light was unsettling him. His skin felt too close against his body, his limbs felt all shuddery, his head was starting to beat with a consistent, almost rhythmic pain. He spent most of the live silently puttering around with the art supplies immediately in front of him, barely listening to his members’ chatter. 

And none of that compared to the absolute mortification his respiratory system was causing him. It was almost as if his body had decided to completely betray him the minute the camera turned on. He had, of course, started the live with their team chant, which had been fine. But, as he attempted to explain their activity for the day, his voice had caught in his throat, prompting a cough that lasted a second too long. Yunho had covered him that time with a joke about how their time with ATINYs had just started and wouldn’t be over for a while, so there was no reason to be getting choked up yet. Hongjoong would have to thank him for that later. He would also have to thank Seonghwa for picking up his explanation for the activity for him. And Mingi for pushing his water bottle into his hand. 

Really, he’d just have to thank his whole team for putting up with him today period. Cause if he wasn’t absentmindedly doodling on the paper before him, completely checked out, he was trying his damnedest not to draw attention to himself, which was increasingly hard given how often his body decided to be disruptive. What had been a sore throat and stuffy nose had become a near constant urge to cough and sneezing every few minutes. At first it was easy to stifle it all into the collar or sleeve of his hoodie, but as time wore on, the more tired he became, and the harder it was to control his own body. 

“Hongjoong-ah, what are you drawing?” San called, attempting to lean around Yeosang, Wooyong, Jongho, and Seonghwa to see. The captain had been too quiet, and San wanted to make sure he didn’t completely slip away. 

Hongjoong met San’s eyes then stared down at his paper, also wondering what he was drawing. He opened his mouth to respond, but immediately held up a finger to pause as he was cut off by an abrupt sneeze that he barely caught in his wrist.

“Whoa! Bless you!” San exclaimed, slightly taken aback. From the other side of the table, he’d been the least aware of his hyung’s condition. “You good?”

“Uh-huh…Huh-ET’huh! ET’Chuh!” This time he had more warning to turn away from his members, from the camera, hands covering his face. He felt a hand on his back (Mingi, probably) rubbing between his shoulder blades. Another hand pulling at his arm (gentle but firm, definitely Seonghwa), moving one hand from his face to pass him a travel pack of tissues that he gratefully accepted. 

“Hyung, are you good?” Wooyoung exclaimed, pointing to the iPad screen in front of him. “ATINYs are worries that you’re sneezing so much.” 

“No, he is not ‘good.’” Seonghwa jerked his thumb accusingly at Hongjoong despite his focus on the picture he was coloring. “He’s got a cold.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” Hongjoong smiled brightly at the camera, so brightly that for a moment he almost didn’t look like he was on the verge of collapse. “Just the sniffles is all.”

“I can literally hear you breathing,” Mingi said. The captain shoot him an unamused glare, trying very hard not to smile at the way that Mingi shrunk down, giggling like a child who knew he’d be getting away with something. 

“Hyung, I’m never gonna forgive you if you get me sick,” Yunho joked. 

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “For the last time, none of you are gonna get sick…”

His statement was immediately followed by Seonghwa turning away from the table, catching two delicate sneezes into his sleeve. Hongjoong glared as the eldest broke into the brightest fit of giggles. Yunho, San, and Mingi all OOoooOOOO-ing loudly, pointing at him, did nothing to lift his mood.

“Hyung, I think your sniffles are contagious,” Wooyoung commented, to several chuckles from around the table. 

“No, no, it was the markers…”

But Seonghwa’s dramatic pointing at the pack of scented markers he and Jongho had just opened was cut off by an overly dramatic fake sneeze from Mingi that caused Yunho to nearly fall out his chair laughing. 

“Oh no, it’s the sniffles, they’re contagious!” Mingi chuckled. 

Hongjoong pouted. “Be nice to meeeee!” he whined, leaning his head heavily against the table, earning even more laughs. “I’m siiiiick!” 

“We kid, we kid.” Mingi patted his back. 

“I’m sorry, that timing was not good,” Seonghwa laughed, also rubbing a hand against the nape of Hongjoong’s neck. 

“I would argue it was perfect,” Jongho replied. 

“I think they smell good,” Yeosang spoke up, intently focused on his drawings. 

“I’m not arguing that point. They’re just strong,” Seonghwa replied, once again cut off, this time by San yelling at Wooyoung, who had quietly been adding purple dots to his craft. 

“AhhHHHH!!! You’re ruining it!” San exclaimed, standing up in a rush of emotion as Wooyoung cackled.

“I just wanted to see how long it would take you to notice!” 

“Aaaaaaand, we have run out of time. And just in time, cause I think we are all losing it a little bit,” Jongho announced formally to the camera. “Thanks for tuning in to another episode of unhinged chaos.”

The rest of the members said their goodbyes, the red light on the camera finally went dark. Hongjoong had only just lifted his head from the table to wave goodbye to ATINY before letting it fall back against his arms. Seonghwa’s fingers were still massaging his neck. That was maybe the only part of his body that felt good right now. 

“How’d those meds work out for you?” the eldest asked. His tone was light, but Hongjoong (and everyone else) could hear the edge to it. 

“They did not.” 

“What happened to ‘it’s just the sniffles?’”

“Well, that’s not really a lie, is it?” He coughed roughly into his fist. “It’s just… slightly more than that.” Mingi pouted, carding his fingers through his captain’s hair. 

“I’m sorry you don’t feel good, hyung,” he said gently. 

“Hey, not to change the mood, but I would like it to be known that Yeosang and I carried this live on our backs,” Wooyoung interjected, raising his hand like a child in school. “While the rest of you messed around, we made art.” Yeosang held up a picture of the eight of them as stick figures against an elaborate, colorful background. “Okay, maybe not this art specifically, but…”

“What’s wrong with this one?”

“I didn’t mean…”

“I want to frame this one.”

“No one said you can’t…”

“What if I want it to hang in your dorm?”

Jongho scoffed. “Oh please, hyung, you know those colors don’t match the aesthetic of our dorm.”

Yeosang’s glare was sharp. “Stay out of this.” 

Jongho held up his hands in surrender, a smile breaking on his lips at his own joke. Hongjoong chuckled in spite of himself, glad for the momentary distraction. But the laugh only made him cough again. Damn, he was already so over of this. 

“Alright. Live’s over. Let’s get you back to bed.” Seonghwa clapped his hands, summoning them all to movement. “And the rest of you, I suppose I can’t force you to go to bed, but…”

“You can try…”

“BUT, I can ask you to be respectful of your ailing captain who needs you to be quiet about whatever you choose to do with yourselves,” Seonghwa finished, talking over Wooyoung as he guided Hongjoong by the shoulders towards the stairs. Hongjoong let himself be maneuvered around, too tired to fight it at this point.

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 13: Mononucleosis

Fandom: ATEEZ

Sickie: Wooyoung, Yeosang (mono)

Caregiver(s): Hongjoong, Seonghwa

Word Count: 2,199

Notes: I am, admittedly, not the most thrilled with how this turned out, but c'est la vie. I also finished this one pretty last minute cause I had several little bits of dialogue that needed to be strung together. I also know so little about mono, and everything is from Google.

When Wooyoung stumbled out of his room, feeling like death warmed over and craving a little attention from his members, he did not expect to find the room dark except for the light of the muted TV and the couch already occupied. Yeosang was curled up, looking just as bad as Wooyoung felt: skin dully pale, shadows under his eyes, body laying as if it weighed a thousand pounds. Their eyes locked. 

“Mind if I join?”

“Welcome to the party.” Yeosang curled his knees even closer to his chest to make room for Wooyoung on the other end of the couch.

“Your throat hurt like hell too?” Wooyoung asked as he collapsed on the other end of the couch. He stuck his feet under Yeosang’s blanket, and the other didn’t fight him. 

Yeosang nodded. “Tired as hell?”

“You know it.” 

“Great. Glad we can die of the plague together.”

“No one else I’d rather go down with.” 

Yeosang hummed. “I’m actually kinda worried, Woo. I felt totally fine last night, and now even the thought of moving is painful.”

“Funny you say that, cause I was starting to think the same thing. The ‘I was all good last night’ bit. I actually wasn’t all that worried. Until you just said that.” Yeosang’s foot reached out and met Wooyoung’s. “Now I’m less nervous.” Yeosang chuckled at that, but the sound quickly became a groan. 

They laid there, staring blankly at the TV, for an indefinite amount of time. Wooyoung had forgotten his phone in his room, and there was no way he was moving back there on his own. It wasn’t like Yeosang could help him. They were stranded on the couch until someone else found them. 

And that person ended up being San. “Good morning!” he chirped happily, passing the couch on his way to the kitchen. “You two have a sleep over without inviting the rest of us?”

“Something like that.” 

San stopped dead in his tracks, turning back to the couch comically slow. Wooyoung’s response may’ve been cheeky, but his voice was… off. He walked back around the couch, taking a good look at both Yeosang and Wooyoung. Lips pouted in confusion, San flipped on the lamp on the end table. His eyes went wide. “Oh my god, what’s wrong with you?”

“Is it that bad?” Yeosang asked. 

“You look like actual zombies,” San replied. 

“Maybe that’s what we’ve got, Sangie: Zombie flu.” Wooyoung tapped Yeosang’s foot this time, earning a single chuckle from the other man. San’s eyes flew wide, and he immediately brought his shirt up to cover his mouth and nose as he backed away. “San, it was a joke!”

“I know, but I’m guest MC-ing Music Core this week, and I really can’t afford to get the flu right now, zombie or otherwise…” Wooyoung couldn’t decide if he felt bad at San’s panic, or if he wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he was being. “I’m getting Hongjoong and Seonghwa…”  

“Noooo! Don’t wake them!” Yeosang whined, burying his face deeper in the throw pillow. San made a mental note to lysol off the whole couch. Maybe burn it. 

“I’m waking them.” He set off before either of them could complain. 

“Has he always been such a germaphobe?” Wooyoung asked. 

Yeosang shrugged. “I mean, I get it. I wouldn’t want to have zombie flu on camera either.”

“Fair point.”

“Now what’s going on here?” Yunho appeared seemingly out of nowhere, standing in front of the couch, hands placed on his hips as if inspecting some sort of silly shenanigan. This was not a silly shenanigan, thank you very much. 

“We are becoming zombies,” Yeosang announced simply. 

“Okay. How did that happen?” Yunho played right along, noting the glaze in the younger man’s eyes, and hoping to either a.) keep him awake long enough for the MATZ line to check his out, and/or b.) get him to say something funny. 

“Your guess is as good as mine. We have not been in contact with any other zombies or hazardous materials.” 

“Yeah, we both just woke up like this.” Wooyoung attempted to pose without sitting up at all, the movement awkward and looking more like contortion than modeling. Yunho tried his best not to laugh, and was thankfully saved by the entrance of Hongjoong and Seonghwa, San trailing behind them. 

“Now what is this about a zombie flu?” Seonghwa asked. Both and Hongjoong had their arms full of supplies from the medicine cabinet, and after depositing them on the coffee table, he immediately moved to lay a hand on Wooyoung and Yeosang’s foreheads simultaneously. 

“Hyung, I think we’re dying,” Wooyoung announced before Hongjoong slipped the thermometer in his mouth. 

“How so?” the captain asked. “Give me symptoms.”

“Extremely tired. Very sore throat. Entire body aches. Felt fine last night,” Yeosang rattled off. 

“See? Dying!” Wooyoung exclaimed around the thermometer. Hongjoong flicked his forehead. 

“Relax. You probably just caught Yunho-hyung’s cold,” Jongho rolled his eyes. Neither Wooyoung nor Yeosang had noticed him enter the room, but he was currently sitting in the recliner, supervising as Hongjoong and Seonghwa desperately tried to play doctor to the group’s most impatient patient. And Yeosang too. 

“Not nice. Mingi had it first!” Yunho poked the maknae’s shoulder. 

“And I didn’t have a fever,” Mingi (when did he get here?!) pointed out. “And I don’t think Yunho did either.” 

The dancer shook his head. “Nope. And neither of us were this fatigued.”

“Wouldn’t classify it as a ‘very sore throat,’” Mingi added, starting to count on his fingers. 

“Okay, okay we get it,” Wooyoung whined around the thermometer again, rolling his eyes as he slumped back against the couch. He frowned, whole face creasing as Seonghwa pointed the thermometer gun at Yeosang’s forehead. He thankfully waited until Hongjoong pulled the device from his mouth before asking, “Why did you only use the forehead reader on Sangie?”

“So you’d be quiet for a little bit,” Hongjoong answered plainly, assessing the numbers on the screen. Seonghwa showed him Yeosang’s reading as well. 

“Rude.”

“Also, kinda gross to put the same thermometer that was just in your mouth in his,” Mingi commented. 

“Can we put a pause on the peanut gallery?” Wooyoung asked, pointing puppy dog eyes at Seonghwa. The eldest ran his fingers through Wooyoung’s hair, similar to a puppy, but the feeling soothed him somewhat.

“Well, you’re both burning up, so it’s probably not the cold the rest of you had,” Hongjoong commented, starting at the thermometers as if doing so would give him answers. “But I’m stumped. Fever, fatigue, sore throat, but nothing else…”

“Should we get them looked at by a doctor?” San asked from the back of the room. To Wooyoung, it almost looked like he was hiding behind Mingi. As if that would save him from their germs. 

“Most definitely.” Hongjoong was tapping away at his phone now, likely alerting their managers to the situation. 

“Do we have to go right now?” Yeosang’s voice bordered on a whine. Hongjoong couldn’t help but pout with him, ruffling the dancer’s hair affectionately. 

“Well, it’s only 6:30 in the morning. The doctor isn’t in yet, buddy. So you two can rest here for a bit longer. Hopefully they can fit you in ASAP.”

“Cuddle with me, Sangie!” Wooyoung lunged forward towards his friend, resting on his abdomen. Yeosang squirmed away with an annoyed whine, t-shirt riding up over his hips from Wooyoung’s grabbing hands. He pulled it roughly back in place, as if seriously upset that Wooyoung would even consider touching him right now, which did confuse Wooyoung as touching feet earlier had not been a problem…

“Wait! Sangie, hold still.” Both members froze as Seonghwa gently lifted the hem of Yeosang’s t-shirt. Yunho gasped as Seonghwa revealed Yeosang’s abdomen and chest, covered with an ocean of red spots. 

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” San continued repeating the words like a protection spell, covering his mouth with his hands and beginning irritatedly pacing far away from the couch. Seonghwa nodded to Yunho, who immediately suggested he and San go take a walk outside. 

“Wait, what the fuck?” Yeosang gasped. “What is this? I didn’t even feel anything!” His breathing started to pick up. “Hyung, what the fuck’s happening to me?!” Wooyoung simply stared at his friend’s abdomen, frozen in panic. 

“Oh Sangie, shhhh,” Seonghwa soothed, opening his arms and nearly falling back into the coffee table from the force of Yeosang clinging to him. “You’re okay. You’re o-kay. You said you didn’t even feel the rash, right?” 

“No!” Yeosang shook his head against Seonghwa’s shoulder. 

“Well, you’re not gonna like it, but I think this means you have mono, bud.” The eldest glanced over to Wooyoung. “You too, love.” 

Wooyoung blinked, shaking his head as if Seonghwa had just told him there was a dragon living in their basement. “What?” he exclaimed. “There is NO WAY we have mono! Isn’t that the kissing one?”

“Yeah, Hwa, are you sure?” Hongjoong asked, kneeling down on the other side of Yeosang. Seunghwa nodded sadly. “My brother had it once when we were in high school. It’s not just kissing, you can get it from other things too,” he explained, petting Yeosang’s hair gently. The dancer had stopped hyperventilating, but his grip on Seonghwa had only gotten tighter. “Sharing drinks; that’s how my brother’s got it. Sharing chapstick. Maybe even toothbrushes…”

“We don’t share toothbrushes!” Wooyoung insisted. 

“Maybe even toothbrushes touching,” Seonghwa finished gently. “Maybe. It’s possible that you may’ve mixed water bottles with another group at some point, maybe that’s how…” He was cut off by Yeosang lurching away from him, glaring daggers at Wooyoung.

“YOU kissed me!” he exclaimed, immediately wincing at the pain in his throat. “You kissed me when I asked you not to, and here we are!”

Wooyoung’s head cocked to the side. “When?!”

“After our all kill! During the encore stage? You got too excited and grabbed my face and I tried to squirm so you hit my mouth instead of my cheek.”

“That was a month ago!”

“Yeah, about that, mono does have a four to six week incubation period.” Hongjoong held up his phone, where he’d been fact checking mono symptoms. 

Wooyoung clapped his hands to this mouth as his face drained of color. “Oh my god…” Yeosang continued to glare at him. 

“Well, good thing we’ve been super strict about not sharing water bottles,” Hongjoong muttered to Seonghwa, who nodded emphatically. 

“Who would’ve thought there would be an upside to half the group sharing a cold.”

“And that it would be that the rest of us wouldn’t get mono.”

“I can’t believe you gave me mono,” Yeosang huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and physically turning his body as far away from Wooyoung as he could.

Wooyoung’s jaw dropped open. “Um, who said I gave it to you? Maybe YOU had it first and gave it to ME!”

“No. You kissed me. That means it’s your fault.” Now both Yeosang and Wooyoung were pouting on their separate side of the couch. Hongjoong and Seonghwa made the mistake of making eye contact and nearly burst out laughing. 

They were saved by the reappearance of Yunho and San, the dancer’s arm wrapped protectively around the vocalist’s shoulders. 

“Good news, Sannie. They aren’t contagious unless you kiss them!” Mingi cheered. 

“Well why would I ever want to do that?” San replied, pulling a face. Wooyoung threw a pillow at him, causing San to squawk in fear and dodge behind Yunho to not get hit with anything potential contaminated, despite Mingi’s earlier explanation. 

“Okay kids, settle down,” Hongjoong said, holding up his hands for a ceasefire. “I need everyone who’s healthy to go start getting ready for schedules. Yeosang and Wooyoung, I need you two to make up and take care of each other until manager-nim can come get you.”

“Kiss and make up, more like it,” Mingi snorted to himself as he disappeared down the hallway. Wooyoung wound his arm up to throw another pillow at him, but Seonghwa held him back. 

“Rest, Woo,” the eldest said gently. “I know it’s frustrating to be sick, and scary cause we don’t actually know what this is. But all you two can do is rest and let your bodies heal.”

“Okay,” Wooyoung relented. Hongjoong shook his head. Why didn’t Wooyoung ever listen to him like that? “Sangie, I’m sorry I may have gotten you sick.”

“Yeosang?” Hongjoong prompted. 

Yeosang sighed, releasing his arms from their cross. “I’m sorry I may have gotten you sick, and I snapped at you about it.”

“There we go! I think that’s earned you both popsicles later.”

Wooyoung’s eyes lit up immediately, but surprisingly so did Yeosang’s. The dancer never gave into bribery by snack, so he must’ve really wanted that popsicle to be so visibly excited. 

And sure enough, one doctor’s visit later, Yeosang and Wooyoung were curled up together in Wooyoung’s bed, officially diagnosed with mono and contentedly enjoying the promised popsicles, content with the assurance that there were plenty more in the freezer for them over the next few weeks.

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛⭐ We must going on

Title from WONDERLAND (ATEEZ)

Summary: Seonghwa’s bronchitis rears its ugly head during a meeting. Mingi always pays attention to his hyung's wellbeing.

CW: mentions of fainting, emeto

Sickie: Seonghwa Caretaker: Mingi

Seonghwa felt Awful. Capital A. 

And Embarrassed. Also capital E.

If he had known how much time an idol spent in meeting during their careers he would have reconsidered auditioning. But, alas, he had not known which brought him to his current predicament: Sitting in a meeting with some high-up executives after a sleepless night of coughing and chills.

His throat hurt, he was freezing and every minute or so he had to turn away to cough into his elbow. Even the CEO was throwing him worried glances but - like everybody else - refrained from speaking. It was after all well known that Seonghwa did not get sick. Even if he was coughing and probably running a fever and feeling awful, he was not sick.

He refused to be.

Hongjoong had argued with him over him coming into work that morning but even he had had to admit defeat. San and/or Mingi must have snitched on him. Top Ten anime betrayals.

Seonghwa had long given up on paying attention to what the meeting was about. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure he had even known in the first place. He was more preoccupied with sipping on his tea and not spitting out the cough drop in his mouth every time he had to cough.

It hurt. It really hurt to cough - not just in his throat but also in his chest. Something really must have it out for him. Karma, he would have called it but he couldn’t recall doing anything that deserved this.

Even in Yunho’s borrowed hoodie (Seonghwa had had to grudgingly accept it earlier in the car because he had been so cold he was sure his fingers were about to fall off) he was still shivering and trembling. He sighed. 

God, he should not have done that. Another coughing fit took hold of him, causing his whole body to shake with the force of it. It was more violent than before and he turned away so he wouldn’t have to look at the other people in the room. His eyes watered and he couldn’t fucking stop. His throat was being shredded, at least it felt like it. Vaguely he was aware of the CEO stopping to talk and a worried hand on his back but all he could focus on was trying to catch his breath. His chest felt awfully tight.

“Hwa? Hwa?”, a voice came through the fog in his head and he glanced with eyes tearing up at his captain. 

“I’m fine”, Seonghwa gasped, finally able to draw a breath again, “I’m okay.”

“Why don’t you go home, Seonghwa-yah?”, the CEO asked gently, a bit of pity in his voice. Seonghwa hated it. He did not want to be pitied. He was an adult in his mid-twenties and the oldest of the group. He didn’t get to get sick. There were seven dongsaengs relying on him.

“I’m sorry for the interruption, abeoji”, Seonghwa apologized, “I’m fine. Continue, please.”

The CEO sighed and nodded, then continued his speech.

⌛

The next fifteen minutes Seonghwa painfully tried to suppress his coughs with more or less success. None of the managers or executives were able to meet his gaze though Seonghwa knew he must look unfocused and tired. His members were throwing him concerned glances which he ignored. Mingi even had a hand on Seonghwa’s back, soothingly running his huge palm up and down over Seonghwa’s spine. While he normally would have hated the attention from a dongsaeng when sick he couldn’t deny it felt nice. He glared at Hongjoong before the captain could even bring attention to it.

But even despite Mingi’s efforts Seonghwa was still sick, even if he didn’t want to admit it. His chest was burning like it was on fire and he constantly had to focus on keeping his breathing even. But he succeeded in not coughing again.

Until he didn’t succeed anymore.

He lost his focus on his breathing for just a second but it was enough. Seonghwa pitched forward, not even having time to turn around before the next fit took hold. He buried his face in his elbow and coughed. It felt like the eruption of a long dormant volcano, burning, hot and painful.

His mouth filled with something and he spat out some disgusting yellowish mucus into the sleeve of Yunho’s hoodie. He’d have to apologize to the other later. For now, he needed to leave, he didn’t want to disturb the meeting any further.

“Excuse me”, Seonghwa mumbled and pushed his chair, which was only saved from clattering to the floor by Hongjoong, back. He stumbled to his feet and rushed out of the room. He couldn’t stay in there, making them watch again and have them worry. It had been embarrassingly enough the first time.

But staying out in the public hallway was as bad as the meeting room, so Seonghwa hurried in the direction of the bathrooms, trying not to faint as his vision turned black from the lack of air and the need to cough again. He didn’t make it far until he stumbled, crashing into a wall and likely bruising his shoulder. It hurt. His throat hurt. His chest hurt. He couldn’t breathe properly. He was dizzy and his vision was spotty. 

With a frustrated yell, pulling at his hair, he gave up and sunk to his knees. Well, he tried. 

Suddenly a hand was at his elbow, the same spot he had spat the mucus into but the person didn’t seem to care at all. 

“Hyung? Hyungie?”, a frightened but at the same time determined voice asked, “please don’t faint on me.”

Seonghwa coughed again, blinking back tears and stared up at his savior.

Mingi?

It wasn’t as unexpected as his first instinct had him believe, Seonghwa supposed. Mingi, while easily scared and sometimes very much a maknae, always had been very in tune with Seonghwa’s health. And his easy-going nature and his puppy eyes never failed to make Seonghwa feel bad for pushing him away.

“Hyung?”, Mingi repeated, a bit more frantic now. Right, he hadn’t replied.

“I’m okay, Mingi-yah. Not gonna pass out”, Seonghwa reassured. Mingi, however, didn’t look reassured.

“Seonghwa-hyung, you’re clearly sick and not feeling well. I could hear you coughing all night. So could San. Stop pretending, please. We’re so worried”, Mingi whispered, a bit angrily.

Seonghwa breathed out and nodded. He really had no foundation to build his arguments on. But breathing - breathing of all things - triggered another coughing fit. He doubled over and gasped: “Mingi, bathroom. Please.”

There was no way he could hold back coughing anymore and he did not want to be the main attraction of a show in the middle of a KQ hallway. Mingi seemed to understand and immediately began supporting his hyung the last meters to sanctuary.

As soon as Mingi had shouldered open the door Seonghwa tumbled towards the sinks, bracing himself on the porcelaine and coughed. His long hair fell into his face but he couldn’t care less. All he could focus on was the burning.

He couldn’t do anything to stop the torture, his throat and chest working against him. He coughed over and over again, the only thing keeping him from falling forward and bashing his head in the sink was Mingi’s hands on his shoulders. Seonghwa tried to focus on that, the feeling of somebody being there while he felt like he was suffocating.

It was minutes of coughing without break and Seonghwa was starting to feel faint again. He was getting light-headed from lack of air and his vision grew spotty. Still his body didn’t have mercy.

It was the opposite really. Just as Seonghwa felt like maybe he could stop soon, he suddenly tasted sour bile in his throat and with the next cough a small amount of his stomach contents came up, splattering onto the white surface.

Seonghwa didn’t have the capacity to feel shocked or disgusted, despite his hair taking a hit. All he could do was squeeze his eyes shut and pray for death, as another cough triggered a new wave of vomit. 

Mingi muttered what sounded suspiciously like a curse and let go of him. Seonghwa whimpered. He didn’t want to be alone now, though he knew he was disgusting. 

“It’s okay, hyung, I got you”, Mingi soothed and then his hands gathered Seonghwa’s hair, uncaring of its state and bundled it up at the back of his neck. Once he could hold it with one hand, he placed his other on Seonghwa’s back and rubbed gentle circles on it.

It was probably the nicest thing Seonghwa had ever felt. It didn’t matter that the coughing made him throw up more and more, it didn’t matter that his knees were shaking, it didn’t matter that everything hurt. The only thing that mattered was Mingi holding him through it all.

⌛

And then it was over. He hadn’t even thought it possible anymore, thought he was forever trapped in limbo between breathlessness and pain. But finally the coughing stopped. 

His arms were shaking from the effort of holding himself up and just as they buckled he managed to shove himself backwards, trusting his dongsaeng to catch him. Mingi did. Of course, he did. It was like he had expected it: He wrapped his arms around Seonghwa’s waist and guided him to the floor.

Seonghwa shivered as he came in contact with the cold tiles and yet it was a relief, the coolness against his fevered skin. 

“Oh, hyung”, Mingi mumbled as he knelt down in front of Seonghwa. He was holding some paper towels and gently began wiping at the eldest’s face. Tears, snot and traces of vomit were easily wiped away, leaving a red-faced, flushed and exhausted hyung in its wake.

“I don’t feel good, Mingi-yah”, Seonghwa whispered brokenly. He hated to admit it but he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Hot, salty tears spilled down his face and the only thing preventing him from bursting into sobs was that his body was so tired it physically couldn’t. His strength was fading so quickly he wouldn’t even be surprised if he passed out.

Seonghwa felt humiliated, exhausted and so, so sick.  His head was pulsing, his chest aching and his muscles were sore. He just wanted to go home, take some medication and sleep. 

Mingi, seemingly sensing how close his hyung was to breaking, carefully gathered him in his arms and Seonghwa buried his face in his neck. Warm hands ran down his spine and never before had Seonghwa been so grateful that Mingi - despite his personality - was so tall. He felt … protected in a way he hadn’t for a long time.

“Hyung, let me call a manager, okay? We can go to the doctor, get you some meds and then you can sleep all you want, hm?”

Exhaustedly, Seonghwa nodded, not removing himself from the younger.

“Tell Yunho I’m sorry for ruining his hoodie”, he mumbled.

“Yunho cares more about your health than his hoodie, hyung”, Mingi said gently and pressed a kiss against Seonghwa’s hair.

Within seconds Mingi had his phone in his hand and was talking into it softly. Seonghwa didn’t care to listen, he just closed his eyes and drifted.

⌛

Seonghwa woke up to a manager coming into the bathroom and helping Mingi lift him into his arms. He let his eyes flutter close again and just laid his head against Mingi’s shoulder.

The doctor’s visit passed in a blurr. There were tests and questions but in the end Seonghwa could barely puzzle together what had happened in detail. He only knew that a larger hand never let go of his.

Once back at the dorm Seonghwa was dosed up with medication and a warm, fuzzy blanket was pulled over him. A solid weight against his back held onto him and Seonghwa let himself drift.

Maybe … maybe being vulnerable wasn’t so bad.

Notes: I am having an awful cold at the moment so I feel the anon requester and Seonghwa so hard at the moment. My voice is gone and my friends keep laughing at me. Fair, though.

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - ATEEZ

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛🦊I don’t wanna stop until the break of dawn

Title from IT’s You (ATEEZ)

Summary: Wooyoung is sick, again. Seonghwa corners him only to find him burning up and overwhelmed.

CW: mentions of death

Sickie: Wooyoung Caretaker: Seonghwa

“Wooyoungie, stop.” Seonghwa sighed, looking at his dongsaeng through the mirror. His face was full of worry and a hint of disappointment.

Wooyoung slumped into himself, bracing himself on the sink. With Seonghwa cornering him in the bathroom across their dance practice room, he knew he was doomed.

“Hyung”, he acknowledged the elder and bent down to wash his face with the cool water. It gave him a second longer to compose himself. Though he was slowly doubting that there was anything left of him to piece back together, he felt so frayed.

He had been slacking in his duties, he was well aware, even though he had tried his best. But he was so so tired. 

Normally he was the loudest member of ATEEZ. It was just a fact of life, like how Hongjoong was the clumsiest person alive and Yunho was just an overgrown, human puppy. He also knew that none of his members minded, in fact he had been told on several occasions by some of the quieter members (namely Yeosang, San and Jongho) that it was a relief to have him so the attention was off of them, especially when tired and running on no sleep. 

ATINY sometimes joked that he was whiny and … well, maybe he was? Seonghwa and Hongjoong did joke about that too, but in a very kind and appreciative way. They didn’t mind and they liked taking care of him, right? Seonghwa said that Wooyoung was easy to love and Wooyoung was proud that he had managed to crack the walls that Hongjoong had built around himself in an attempt to fulfill what he perceived was the role of the captain.

So they didn’t mind focusing their attention on him, right? Wooyoung was the second youngest and with Jongho not quite happy with the typical maknae agenda, most attention was on Wooyoung. He knew that the older members liked taking care of him, even Mingi who liked acting like he was the maknae too.

Still, he wondered if he sometimes wasn’t too much? It wouldn’t be the first time that people would call him that, childhood friends and bullies alike had called him that. And the eldest had so much on their plates - he couldn’t take all the attention. 

Besides, he had missed so many schedules already due to his diagnosis of cholinergic urticaria earlier in the year. So many things had to be accommodated for him and he couldn’t help but feel … useless? Everybody was going forward in their careers and he himself was falling behind, falling backwards. It was only a matter of time before he was left behind in their shining glory.

So yeah, he had been quiet the past days, finding no energy to be active. No energy to bother his hyungs and their maknae in good spirit. It was exhausting enough to just quietly follow the schedule and hope that nobody noticed he was unwell again. 

For days Wooyoung had been simultaneously hot and cold, sweating and shivering at the same time. His body was aching like he had been through the worst dance practice ever (which he hadn’t - the past days they had been doing vocal training, so there was no reason for his muscles to be this sore). He was tired, even after eight hours of sleep, much more than he normally got around this time of year but everybody had been too busy to notice him skipping dinner in order to get to sleep sooner and skip breakfast in order to sleep longer. Still, despite not having eaten since lunch the day before he wasn’t hungry at all, the opposite really. Above all, the worst was the headache pulsing through his temples.

But all of that didn’t mean he couldn’t just stop working. There was so much to do. So much he had to catch up to. He owed it to his hard-working members.

Yet, when he resurfaced from the sink, Seonghwa had a frown of concern on his face, not a frown of anger. 

“We all know you’re sick, Young-ah”, his hyung then said, crossing the room to place a hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder. “You don’t have to keep going. We tried to pretend for your sake that we didn’t notice the last few days since you didn’t say anything but I’m starting to think that it was the wrong decision.”

“It’s fine, hyung”, Wooyoung countered, shrugging the hand off. “I’m fine. I can keep going.”

“And how long will you be able to keep it up? Will you stop before or will you go on pretending you’re fine until you’re so sick you’re out again?” Seonghwa’s voice was soft but his words caused anger to stir in Wooyoung’s blood.

He whirled around to face the older, ignoring the way the bathroom spun around him.

“You’re right. Again. Either I’m sick or benched or unable to participate. I’ve been out so often that it’s probably what you’re used to, right? So yes, I will work until I drop, until I can’t anymore, even if it’s the last thing I do. At least then I can say I did it for the group, considering I have barely done anything for the group the past half year.”

He huffed, breathing troubled as he finished his rant in one breath. It felt good to get it off his chest finally. All his thoughts and fears.

What didn’t feel good was the way he saw Seonghwa’s eyes start to tear up. It was clear he had not expected the words Wooyoung had spit at him. Maybe it was unfair of him to drop it all on his hyung, his hyung who was still grieving no matter how he pretended for ATINY he wasn’t.

“I don’t want to lose another person I am close to, Wooyoungie. Not now, not ever. Not you.” Seonghwa’s voice was shaky.

To his horror, Wooyoung felt tears burn in his own eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks. He had really fucked up. He hadn’t wanted to make his hyung sad. Aggressively he wiped his eyes, trying to push past Seonghwa to exit the small room. He needed to get back to practice. 

He didn’t get far. His steps were weak, legs shaking like a newborn deer’s, and suddenly there were arms pulling him into a tight embrace. Wooyoung couldn’t deny that it felt good to be hugged, having longed for human contact ever since his skin started to get sensitive from all the sweat drenching his body.

He struggled against Seonghwa nonetheless, knowing if he stayed in his hyung’s loving arms any longer he would not get back to work again. No matter how much he shook, trying to push Seonghwa away, no matter how he begged to be let go - Seonghwa didn’t let go of him.

With a frustrated cry Wooyoung fell forward into Seonghwa’s chest, burying his face in the soft fabric of his sweater. One of Seonghwa’s hands ran up and down Wooyoung’s spine, the other cupped the back of his head. And Wooyoung sobbed until he was hoarse. 

⌛

For all Wooyoung knew it could have been hours, days or years he had cried in Seonghwa’s hug. Any sense of time was gone. He just felt hollow and sick now.

His knees buckled and Seonghwa could do was to gently lower both of them to the floor, Wooyoung haphazardly sprawled over Seonghwa’s lap. The older still had a hand on Wooyoung’s back but now he moved to roll Wooyoung on his side and tenderly stroked back Wooyoung’s hair that had fallen into his face and stuck to the salty, wet skin.

“You with me, baby? Did you pass out?”, he asked.

“‘m good. I don’t think so”, Wooyoung mumbled, and then. “Sorry.”

“There is nothing you have to apologize for. You’re hurting and sick. Hyung is just really worried, you know.”

“I don’t want you to worry.”

“You’re our baby. We’ll always be worried about you, Wooyoungie, no matter if you’re twenty-five or eighty-five”, Seonghwa replied, “I thought you knew that by now. We will have to talk about everything you said. Later. For now: How are you feeling?”

“I don’t wanna talk now or later”, Wooyoung mumbled, completely drained. He couldn’t care less that the cold of the tiles was seeping into his skin and he was shaking again; his hyung’s lap was comfy and he was tired. He said as much, adding: “Cold. Sore. My head hurts. I just wanna sleep if you’re not letting me continue work anymore.”

“Thought as much”, Seonghwa said, placing the back of his head against Wooyoung’s forehead. “And you’re burning up. Are you itchy?”

Oh God, now that Seonghwa had mentioned it, Wooyoung noticed it. He subconsciously moved his hand to lift his shirt, wanting to get to what he supposed was a rash on his abdomen - again. He was stopped by Seonghwa taking his hand and lifting his shirt himself. 

“Oh dear. Let’s get you home so you can take your anti-histamine and some meds.”

Seonghwa’s idea was heaven. And his aching body was hell. There was no way that Wooyoung would be able to get up now that he had hit rock bottom, literally. His desperation must have shown on his face because Seonghwa chuckled lightly. “I’m not letting you walk, kiddo. Let me call Sangie for you, okay?”

⌛

By the time Yeosang arrived, Hongjoong in tow, Wooyoung was deeply asleep.

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Hello! I just discovered your page, so excited to see more Ateez sick fics! Could I request a fic where Seonghwa has a really bad fever? And he gets really dizzy, maybe even fainting. Thank you <3

⌛⭐Passion Young Fever

Title from FEVER (ATEEZ)

Summary: Seonghwa just wants to sleep but soon Hongjoong realizes he is running a fever. Seonghwa tries to push through but it doesn’t end up well.

CW: fainting

Sickie: Seonghwa Caretaker: Hongjoong (+ Yunho)

Seonghwa just wanted to sleep. He didn’t think it was such an unreasonable wish. They have had a couple of strenuous weeks and he really had looked forward to a full night of rest. 

Sadly, his members didn’t seem to get the memo. 

Seonghwa had taken a shower after dinner, put on his pajamas and about twenty minutes ago he finally had made himself comfortable under his bed covers in the room he shared with Hongjoong. That, for some reason, hadn’t been enough of a neon sign apparently.

Already Wooyoung had wandered in, looking for his favorite pajamas of all things. Yes, they were in the wash. No, Seonghwa couldn’t have done that earlier. The suggestion to do his own laundry also wasn’t appreciated. Spoiled.

Just as he had convinced Wooyoung that his other sleep clothes were just as nice and comfy as the missing pair, Yunho came looking for somebody to play a game with him. No, Seonghwa did not want to play LoL or whatever the younger one wanted. No, not even animal crossing. Pouting, Yunho had left. Seonghwa would make it up to him some other time.

Right now: Sleep.

Seonghwa barely resisted the urge to scream when Hongjoong came into the room, loudly talking on his phone. 

“Oh, you’re here”, Hongjoong said. Why did he sound so surprised? It was their shared room. Seonghwa was here more often than Hongjoong himself was.

“Yes, I am here and I very much would like to sleep”, Seonghwa hissed through clenched teeth.

“Jeez, who rained on your parade?”, Hongjoong groaned, raising his eyebrows, “no, I’m talking to Hwa, eomma, not you. Yes, I know I live with them - that’s exactly why I am talking to Seonghwa when I am on the phone with you - he also lives here. Yes, I’ll tell him ‘hi’. Eomma says ‘hi’, if you haven’t figured that out yet.”

“Can’t you just talk somewhere else?”, Seonghwa asked, ready to throw hands if Hongjoong didn’t get the memo to leave him alone soon. 

“Yeah, fine”, Hongjoong muttered and rolled his eyes, “can’t get peace anywhere here.”

Funny.

At least he left.

At last - silence.

Still, Seonghwa couldn’t sleep. Now, buried under the blankets he was too hot. Everything felt stuffy. But when he kicked the blankets off he started to shiver.

Great.

Today was just not his day, huh.

⌛

About an hour later Hongjoong came back into the room and nice as he was, he didn’t even turn on the lights even though Seonghwa knew he would - like always - stub his toe on the ladder up to his bunk in three, two …

“You can turn on the light, you know”, Seonghwa said, resigned. 

Hongjoong jumped, cursing in shock, and ended up stubbing his toe on the desk chair instead, howling in pain. Sometimes Seonghwa was amazed by just how clumsy a person could be. It wasn’t like the chair was new.

“Christ, you scared me”, Hongjoong muttered but after a moment of fumbling he did turn on the lights.

“You can call me Seonghwa”, Seonghwa said, a bit amused, “I don’t feel very much like a messiah. Tired, yes, but holy? No.”

“I hate your humor sometimes”, Hongjoong replied, shaking his head. He leaned against the desk to look down at Seonghwa. “I thought you wanted to sleep like three days ago.”

“I can’t sleep”, the eldest whined, “and do you know what is even worse? I have the line “I can’t sleep” from The Rose’s Insomnia stuck in my head. It’s mocking me.”

“Poor you”, the captain chuckled. Then he turned more serious. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know”, Seonghwa mumbled, suddenly close to tears, “I just feel too warm with the blankets but I’m freezing without them. I’m so tired my thoughts barely make any sense and I can’t get com … what are you doing?”

He interrupted himself as Hongjoong laid a hand on his forehead, moving from his position by the desk to sit on the bed by the elder’s hip.

“Did you know that you are running a fever?”, he asked worriedly.

“I … what? No?”, Seonghwa replied, confused. His head pounded in his skull.

“You’re feeling really warm, Hwa”, Hongjoong explained patiently, stroking back the disgusting, sweaty hair, “you’re pale except for the lovely blush on your cheeks that some noonas might kill for and I’ve never seen you this emotional except when you’re sick.”

Seonghwa had to admit it made sense.

“Great, just great”, he muttered.

“Let me get you some fever reducers and some water”, Hongjoong said, standing up, “no use in suffering.”

Seonghwa nodded but before the captain was able to leave his reach, he grasped his wrist. “Can you get me something for my headache, too?” Seonghwa hated taking medication with a passion but if they got him to sleep? Great!

“Of course.” Hongjoong smiled softly and left.

⌛

Five minutes later he returned, carrying a water bottle, medication bottles and a fever thermometer. When he noticed Seonghwa looking at in dismay, he shrugged. “Better safe than sorry. Besides, we should keep track of it in case it gets worse.”

“Fair enough”, Seonghwa muttered and shoved the device under his tongue. 

As it beeped they both peered at the reading in vague interest. 38.1°C. Could have been better. Could have been worse.

“Take the pills and try to sleep”, Hongjoong advised, “maybe you’ll feel better by morning.”

⌛

To both of their surprise, Seonghwa did feel better in the morning. Much better. The medication had knocked him right out and he had still managed a solid eight hours of sleep before Hongjoong’s obnoxious alarm went off.

“37.7°C”, Hongjoong read out the numbers, “that’s nearly half a degree down.” The captain had practically shoved the device in Seonghwa’s mouth the moment he had come down the ladder of the bunk. 

“That’s not even a fever anymore”, Seonghwa agreed, “and I feel good. Maybe my body just wanted me to rest.”

“Maybe it did. Take it easy for today, okay? We don’t want that back”, Hongjoong said.

“I will. Just don’t tell the dongsaengs and the managers? I don’t want them to worry”, Seonghwa requested, “maybe it was just a one time thing.”

Hesitantly, Hongjoong nodded. “Alright, just tell me if you feel bad again.”

⌛

Seonghwa must have jinxed himself. There was no other explanation why he was fine the whole morning but the later the hour the worse he felt. No, not bad - just worse than normal. No need to inform Hongjoong.

A six hour dance practice was awful on a normal day. Maybe that was it. Dancing was always hard. After just one hour the mirrors in the practice room were so fogged up by humidity that Wooyoung and Jongho - Seonghwa had no idea where the maknaes got the energy or the ideas from - started painting with their fingers on them during a short break. He blinked. Were they really playing TicTacToe? Unbelievable. 

Hongjoong had seen them too and stalked over to them to tell them off. Mingi and Yunho were talking with the choreographer and San was sprawled over an unhappy Yeosang. Well, the older looked unhappy - Seonghwa doubted he actually was. He would have shoved San off if he truly was.

Seonghwa himself had sat down by the couch, trying to rehydrate. He was sweating buckets already, his body feeling more like he had just taken a swim than danced for a rather short time considering he was an idol. Ah, nevermind. 

He would be fine.

⌛

Hour four and Seonghwa was doubting it.

Every runthrough was getting harder to manage. His muscles burned. His chest heaved from the effort. He could barely catch his breath. His vision was a bit blurry. He felt light and heavy at the same time.

And to his embarrassment he was making the stupidest mistakes. Already he had tripped over Yunho twice. The other seemed to take it in good humor at least.

“You’re worse than Hongjoong-hyung, today”, he teased as he stopped Seonghwa from falling over him the third time.

“Sorry, Yunho-yah”, Seonghwa apologized, staring down at his feet. Interestingly enough the floor seemed to move a bit so he looked up at the others.

“Aish, Yunho, respect your elders”, Hongjoong admonished in good humor, “not everybody can have your dancer’s grace.”

“Yeah, but nobody else nearly gets himself knocked out every game we play, hyung”, Yunho countered.

“That last one was your fault! You literally hit me”, Hongjoong complained, sulking.

“You walked where my fist was, that’s not my fault.” Yunho shrugged.

That’s when Wooyoung decided he wanted to annoy Hongjoong too. “Yunho-hyung”, he said sweetly, “leave Hongjoong-hyung alone. You should pick on somebody your own size.” He barely managed to finish the sentence before he started to wheeze with laughter. The rest of the team - bar Seonghwa and Hongjoong, obviously - joined in.

Seonghwa groaned. He did not want to referee anything today. Besides, couldn’t they just go on with practice?

His savior came at the right time. 

“Maybe we should just go on?”, San, of all people, suggested, nodding a bit in the direction of the choreographer who was watching them with amusement in her eyes.

Seonghwa agreed quickly. He really just wanted to be done with practice today, desperate to go home and shower. He really felt disgusting. Also, he could do without the swirling.

⌛

Hour five and Seonghwa was seriously considering asking to just sit out for the rest of practice. Tiredness clung to his body, making it hard to move. His vision wasn’t really doing him any favors of showing him where he was. He was tired and exhausted and he was starting to feel a bit nauseous. His water bottle had been empty for some time but he never had found the strength to get up and refill it at the fountain. 

The few precious breaks were spent on the ground just trying to catch his breath.

“How are you feeling?”, Hongjoong asked, coming over to him and holding out a water bottle, “I can see how tired you are and it’s not like you to make these kinds of mistakes.”

“I’m okay. It’s just exhausting. It’s been an exhausting month.” Seonghwa waved him off.

“And yet you are the only one looking like death warmed over. Be honest with me, Seonghwa. Can you continue? If not, tomorrow is another day. No need to dance with a fever.” Hongjoong’s voice was quiet but it held a warning edge.

“I can do it”, Soenghwa said and pushed himself to his feet. He nearly fell as everything started to swirl but he was able to stay upright. Hongjoong looked at him with an unimpressed expression and handed him the water bottle.

“At least drink something.”

⌛

Hour six and they were done. Hallelujah.

Seonghwa had never been so close to crying at seeing the apartment door. He was finally able to relax in the near future.

“First shower, kawibawibo!”, Wooyoung shouted in Seonghwa’s ear and he nearly fell over in shock. He had not noticed the younger creep up beside him. 

“Not tonight, Young-ah”, Hongjoong said quietly, opening the door for all of them, “Seonghwa gets to shower first.”

“What, why?”

Seonghwa gave the captain a hard stare as he turned around. There was no need to tell the kids. But Hongjoong just winked. “Because I say so. Besides, he never gets the first shower because he cooks for us. I’m ordering take-out, so Seonghwa can have the first shower for once.”

“Thanks, Joong-ah”, Seonghwa said, appreciating the captain more than ever. 

He quickly got himself ready and stepped under the amazing warmth. It soothed his muscles and he was starting to get really sleepy. 

That was when the dizziness really hit.

Seonghwa, especially being a hyung, should have known better. Nothing good came out of taking a hot shower when already dizzy and feverish. Yes, he had no illusions about that - he had been running a temperature all afternoon, he was sure of it. But the hot water felt good until it didn’t.

Quickly he shut the water off and stepped outside to dry himself off. The heat of the shower was misty in the bathroom air. Seonghwa forwent any skincare and hair product routines in favor of just putting on his clothes and fleeing the oppressive heat. 

Once outside in the hallway he managed to take a deep breath of colder air. Already he was sweating again and the shower was slowly becoming useless. Even worse, the dizziness didn’t stop. The hallway was swirling in front of his eyes and he felt himself tilt to the side.

⌛

“Hyung?”, a loud voice called and somebody was tapping his cheek. Annoyed, Seonghwa groaned and tried to slap the hand away. Instead whoever it was caught his hand in theirs and held on tight.

Slowly Seonghwa blinked open his eyes to stare into the wide-eyed gaze of Jongho, who looked like he had a halo around his head. Another blink and Seonghwa realized that it was just the overhead lights that made the maknae shine. 

“Wha’ happ’n’?”, he slurred, his tongue uncooperative in his mouth. 

Jongho moved a bit away and Seonghwa was able to see that he was laying in the middle of the hallway, his members surrounding him. Hongjoong and Yunho were kneeling next to the maknae. Yeosang and Woyooung were cuddled up in San’s arms somewhere by Seonghwa’s feet. Mingi was nowhere to be seen.

“You fainted when you came out of the shower”, Hongjoong explained, his voice a bit shaky, “you are lucky Yeosang managed to catch you.”

“Oh, uh, thank you?”, Seonghwa mumbled and tried to sit up. Yunho pressed his hand to his chest to keep him from getting up. 

“No, stay down for a moment, Hwa-hyung”, he said concerned, “you just fainted, we don’t need that again. Let’s wait until Mingi returns with the manager.”

“In the meantime, let’s take your temperature again”, Hongjoong added and suddenly Seonghwa had the familiar but unwelcome metallic taste in his mouth. He mustered up a glare but from the way Yunho cooed he probably didn’t succeed.

“39.5°C”, Hongjoong whispered, his voice sounding a bit wet, “Seonghwa, you absolute idiot! Why didn’t you say anything? You promised you would tell me if you didn’t feel good.” The captain wiped at his eyes, refusing to let the tears he was obviously suppressing fall.

“I didn’t feel that bad then”, Seonghwa mumbled. He hated burdening his best friend with his issues. Hongjoong already had so much on his plate with his captain duties, the dongsaengs and producing. Seonghwa hadn’t wanted to be another strain pulling on him. Besides, he truly hadn’t felt so bad.

“How do you feel now?”, Jongho asked carefully. 

For a moment Seonghwa just lazily watched Yunho place a comforting hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder to calm down the agitated leader. Then the question hit him.

His head was hurting badly and everything felt heavy. Even thinking was hard. 

“Like I’m stuck in a bog”, Seonghwa settled on. It must have made more sense in his head, seeing the confused faces of his members.

Luckily that was when Mingi arrived with a manager in tow.

“Running a fever of 39.5°C and he passed out after his shower. He isn’t really making much sense”, Hongjoong said before the manager even had the chance to ask.

“I’m good”, Seonghwa groaned, ignoring the huffs from the youngers. 

“Hm, I’m sure of that”, the manager placated. Seonghwa pouted. He didn’t want to be treated like a child. At least not like a petulant, whining child. Some cuddles could be acceptable.

“Can I just go to bed and sleep this off?”, he asked impatiently. The manger felt his forehead, then stroked back his hair.

“I think so. I really want to avoid a hospital visit. Let Yunho-yah and Mingi-yah help you to bed and we’ll get you some medication. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight and if you start getting worse I’ll take you. Hongjoong-ah can keep an eye on you.”

“Okay”, Seonghwa agreed. Yunho and Mingi knelt down next to him and wrapped his arms around their shoulders. Then they stood up.

Oh God. Everything was tilting, swirling, moving, falling at the same time. Seonghwa’s knees buckled beneath him and only the quick reflexes of Yunho, who barely managed to grab him in a better hold, had him stay on his feet. 

“Down”, the dancer commanded and Seonghwa found himself back on the ground. The manager tapped his cheek again. This time Seonghwa was too focused on not puking everywhere to do anything about the annoying hands. It felt like he was losing his balance even while laying on his back. It was disorienting to say the least so he closed his eyes, clutching the hand holding his own.

⌛

When Seonghwa was able to open his eyes again the hallway was much emptier. Only the manager, Hongjoong and Yunho were kneeling beside him. 

“Hey, you with us?”, Hongjoong asked worriedly, biting his lip. It was his hand in Seonghwa’s that had kept him grounded. But Seonghwa knew it was comforting the captain as much as it was comforting him. He gently squeezed it, 

“Yeah, I just got dizzy”, Seonghwa mumbled.

“No kidding”, the manager agreed. “Do you think you can sit up? Laying down to standing apparently wasn’t the best idea.”

Seonghwa nodded, pleased that the vertigo wasn’t as bad as it was before. Gently he was lifted to lean against Yunho’s strong chest. Comfy.

“Drink and take the pills”, manager-hyung said, holding out a bottle. “You’re surely dehydrated.”

Hongjoong opened the bottle for him and helped Seonghwa drink as his hand was shaking too badly to hold the bottle himself.

“Where are the kids?”, Seonghwa asked after he had drunk about half. He hadn’t even noticed how thirsty he was. But now that the need was quelled he was starting to get tired. 

The manager smiled at him. “We sent them to the living room. They are really worried about you but we figured you might enjoy some privacy.” Seonghwa nodded, thankful. He had felt a bit like an animal trapped in a zoo with everybody staring at him.

“Can you eat a cereal bar?”, Hongjoong asked, holding out an already unwrapped bar. Seonghwa’s favorite. He wasn’t necessarily hungry but he knew it was Hongjoong’s way of helping him. Also, some sugar might do him some good.

He slowly nibbled on the bar, taking the pills between bites with sips of water.

“I want to sleep”, he mumbled, once he was finished. It was so hard to keep his eyes open. 

“Of course”, Yunho said and Seonghwa felt himself lifted to his chest. It was a bit nauseating but the prospect of getting to bed overruled every other feeling.

It was as if he had blinked and then he found himself tucked under warm covers. Hongjoong was sitting at his side in a repeat of the day before. Gently he stroked Seonghwa’s hair back.

“You have tomorrow, and the day after, off. Sleep.”

And sleep Seonghwa did. 

⌛

If he woke up in the middle of the night to find a Hongjoong-sized teddy bear by his side he didn’t complain. 

Complain he did when he wasn’t allowed out of bed the next day, his dongsaengs fussing over him. 

But he loved them too much to be very annoyed and he knew their worry also came from love, so he didn’t really mind.

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I totally forgot to mention!

That Seonghwa snippet is a spoiler of the Seonghwa feverish and dizzy request by an anon I got a few days ago!

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ATEEZ Headcanons - Dizzy/Feverish

Hongjoong

Gets dizzy so fucking easily that it’s a surprise he hasn’t fainted more often

Dizzy spells from low blood sugar because he so often forgets to eat when in the studio

Fainted into EDEN’s arms before and ever since all of EDENary and Maddox keep sugary cereal bars on hand to fed to him

But from experience he knows how to keep himself from fainting if he notices soon enough - locks his knees, squats or sits down etc.

Gets super nauseous from fevers - sometimes he just gets really nauseous and pukes before anybody even realizes that he is running a high temp - mostly because they hold his hair back and when they touch his forehead they find it burning and be like ??? !!!

“Shit, I’m late for practice”, Hongjoong muttered, looking at his smartphone. He had been so deep into producing with Maddox and Eden that he had completely forgotten the time.

“Go, we’ll make do without you”, Eden said, rolling his eyes.

“Thanks”, Hongjoong replied and jumped up.

Only for the whole word starting to turn into a twisting kaleidoscope. He stumbled, vision going black.

“Joong-ah”, Maddox called and as Hongjoong opened his eyes again he found himself back in his chair, his mentor squatting down in front of him. Maddox looked worried, while EDEN had a rather unreadable expression on his face.

The oldest producer slid a cereal bar over to him and Maddox helped Hongjoong open the bar, as his fingers shook too much.

“You need to remember to eat, Hongjoong”, EDEN said, worry and displeasure fighting in his voice, “I’ll call Seonghwa to let him know you will not be going to practice. We’re having dinner now.”

Resigned Hongjoong nodded.

Seonghwa

Doesn’t really run fevers, so when he does he doesn’t notice

Like having a fever is so unexpected for him that he only believes it when Hongjoong shoves the thermometer in his face

After that he is done, once he knows he is sick it’s like his body gets the permission to fall apart

Has fainted from a fever once as he didn’t even realize how bad it was

Scared the shit out of Yeosang who had to catch him

Has a complex about being the oldest, so he doesn’t tell anybody if something is up

“Hyung?”, a loud voice called and somebody was tapping his cheek. Annoyed, Seonghwa groaned and tried to slap the hand away. Instead whoever it was caught his hand in their and held on tight.

Slowly Seonghwa blinked open his eyes to stare into the wide-eyed gaze of Jongho, who looked like he had a halo around his head. Another blink and Seonghwa realized that it was just the overhead lights that made the maknae shine. 

“Wha’ happ’n’?”, he slurred, his tongue uncooperative in his mouth. 

Jongho moved a bit away and Seonghwa was able to see that he was laying in the middle of the hallway, his members surrounding him. Hongjoong and Yunho were kneeling next to the maknae. Yeosang and Woyooung were cuddled up in San’s arms somewhere by Seonghwa’s feet. Mingi was nowhere to be seen.

“You fainted when you came out of the shower”, Hongjoong explained, his voice a bit shaky, “you are lucky Yeosang managed to catch you.”

Yunho

Gets dizzy when it’s hot and he’s dehydrated

Reluctantly tells one of the hyungs 

He really doesn’t want to but he knows if he faints he might injure himself and he wants to avoid that

Besides, he’s so tall, he knows they won’t be able to get him of the floor

Also he really doesn’t want Mingi to worry so he speaks up in time

Every single illness is accompanied by a fever - everybody else has a slight sniffle? Yunho has a fever - somebody is puking from a stomach bug? Yunho is too but he also has a fever

“Hyung?”, Yunho whispered, tapping Seonghwa’s shoulder. They had an M/V shoot in the middle of the hottest day of the year and it was … wow, everything was tilting.

“Yunho?”, Seonghwa asked, already alarmed after seeing the younger’s sweaty and pale face. A few patches of skin were red from the sun. “What’s wrong?”

“Dizzy”, Yunho mumbled, slumping forward, “everything’s spinning. Don’t wanna faint.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened and he called over their manager. Together they dragged the tallest member to some shade where the three maknaes were sitting. Immediately Yunho was fussed over by his best friend.

“Yunho, drink”, Mingi encouraged, “you’ve been dancing in the hot sun all day and you are so bad with heat. Knowing you, you didn’t even drink enough. Slow sips.”

With a sign, Yunho complied. 

Yeosang

Has no idea how to say he isn’t feeling good, so he kinda doesn’t

Whenever he gets dizzy which often happens when he’s feverish he just stumbles into people because everything is spinning

That’s how they know

In a reverse to their normal roles he does get clingy towards Wooyoung

He has a fever? He just sleeps 

Honestly waking a feverish Yeosang is the hardest task Seonghwa had ever had to face and it nearly made him cry

“Sang-ah?”, Seonghwa whispered, shaking the younger’s shoulder. They had sent Yeosang to bed yesterday evening when he had stumbled into Mingi during recording and they noticed his high fever. Now he was due for some fever reducers and some food. 

But Yeosang showed no sign of waking up. No matter what Seonghwa tried. Ten minutes later the eldest gave up, shakily getting to his feet. Tears burned in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He didn’t need worried dongsaengs beside one very sick one.

As he stumbled out of the room, ready to ask Hongjoong to call an ambulance, he was stopped by Wooyoung in the living room. “Couldn’t wake him?”, the second maknae asked. Seonghwa shook his head, not even questioning how Wooyoung knew. His worry overshadowed everything else.

“Don’t worry, hyung. Sang-ah is just a really deep sleeper when sick. Nothing we can do but wait.”

Seonghwa was dragged back to the bedroom and handed the thermometer. 

“It’s only 38.2°C”, he said in astonishment. 

“Told you, deep sleeper”, Wooyoung replied and jumped into the bed, only to immediately get hugged by the still asleep Yeosang. He grinned.

San

Tries to push through illnesses - at least that’s always his plan

He doesn’t hold out long though and tells Yunho who gets him lying down asap when dizzy

Fevers make him really really emotional and he keeps crying 

Misses his parents and grandparents a lot when sick and is constantly on the phone with them once his fever gets too high

Hongjoong had once had to stop his grandparents from coming all the way to Seoul because San called them with a very high fever and not making much sense

Wants cuddles from every member but especially his Seonghwa-hyung or his personal pillow aka Jeong Yunho

“Hyung, everything hurts”, San cried, big fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I know, San-ah”, Yunho replied helplessly, wiping at the tears. He had been woken by his younger roommate in the middle of the night. At first a sleepy Yunho had been worried why a simple nightmare had turned his dongsaeng into a blubbering mess but when he had felt the heat radiating off him, he had understood.

“Everything’s spinning”, San mumbled, “make it stop.”

“Come here”, Yunho whispered and wrapped San in his arms, carefully laying back so that the smaller was resting on his chest. “Sleep, I’ve got you.”

“I miss my family.”

“I know, baby, we’ll call them in the morning, okay?”

“‘Kay.”

Mingi

Gets scared when his body betrays him and immediately seeks out his Hongjoong-hyung

Basically becomes a baby which makes it hard for Hongjoong since Mingi is so much taller than him

Has never fainted before because people get him sitting or laying down as soon as he speaks up

Generally has a high body temperature so it takes some time for him to actually run a fever

“Hongjoong-hyung, I don’t feel good”, Mingi said.

Not sparing a second Hongjoong stopped his work, spinning around in his desk chair to muster the younger who had just entered his studio. The younger man was pale and his eyes were blown wide with … fear?

The captain jumped up to reach out to him, gently holding onto his arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I … uh”, Mingi whispered, “I’m kinda feeling dizzy.” Shit. Okay.

“Let’s sit down okay?”, Hongjoong said and tightened his grip on the younger. Then pulled them over to the couch before anything could happen. Mingi was just too damn tall for Hongjoong to completely hold him up, especially if it was unexpected. Hongjoong gently helped the younger lay on his back, feet raised on the armrest. He gently stroked his hand through the messy, slick hair. 

“Hey, princess?”, the captain asked then, tapping Mingi’s cheeks. “Let’s rest for a moment and I’ll get you something to drink. Then Yunho and I will take you back to the dorm, okay?”

Wooyoung

Contrary to what people might think he doesn’t get whiny

He gets quiet which is much more scary

Gets bad headaches from fevers but doesn’t say anything

He is kinda scared people will judge him or wave him off because he normally is dramatic 

Just suddenly faints (well, only suddenly to everybody else) and got a concussion from that once

“Wooyoung?”, San asked, “what do you think about going home now? Wooyoung?”

San turned around and his heart nearly stopped. The younger was slumped against the mirror of the dance practice room, eyes closed and body so limp it was clear he wasn’t conscious.

“Oh God”, Hongjoong exclaimed and ran over to the younger, kneeling down by his side. 

San was frozen in shock. They had just decided to end practice early since Wooyoung had been off all day, quiet and closed off, which was so unnatural to their sunshine demon. Now the younger was unconscious with Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang and a manager kneeling by his side. Seonghwa appeared by San’s side, pulling him into his side in a protective embrace and together they walked a bit closer.

“Wha’?” San was sure he had never heard a more beautiful sound.

“Hey, baby”, Hongjoong whispered, stroking back Wooyoung’s hair as the younger’s eyes flickered open.

“How are you feeling?”, Yunho asked, a bit of guilt in his voice. It was his dance practice that had gone wrong after all. Hongjoong must have heard it too as he placed a hand on Yunho’s back.

“Tired, dizzy, my head hurts”, Wooyoung mumbled. Yeosang sneaked a hand to his forehead.

“No wonder, Young-ah, you’re burning up. Bed, now.”

Jongho

Doesn’t get sick often

But when he does, oh boy

All his reserves of wanting to be Maknae on Top crumble and he goes to any of his hyungs, but likely Hongjoong because he isn’t overwhelming and not as touchy as the others

Kind of wants hug but also doesn’t because he’s hot and sweaty and just bah

Dizziness is really disorientating to him, so he immediately speaks up because he cannot stay upright

Gets the worst chills

“Hey, Jongho-yah”, Hongjoong greeted from the doorway, finding the maknae curled up under a lot of blankets, “still not feeling any better?”

Jongho shook his head, shivering. He had really scared the group when he had sat down unexpectedly during recordings earlier that day, complaining of dizziness. One second he had been singing, the next he had been on the ground, clutching Mingi’s legs to keep himself upright.

They had crowded the maknae a bit, Hongjoong had had to admit but Jongho hadn’t even cared much. Instead he had asked the captain to take him home. Soft for his baby and worried when finding him burning up Hongjoong had done as asked, not even sparing a thought for the recordings. Maddox, who had been watching in worry, and Mingi had it under control.

“Hyung, can you lie down with me?”, Jongho asked timidly, “I am so cold.”

“Of course.” Hongjoong crawled under the blankets, hugging the younger to his chest. He could feel the chills wreck the whole bed and just how sweaty Jongho was. He didn’t care at all.

“I’m sorry”, the maknae whispered, burying his face in Hongjoong’s shoulder, “I’m disgusting.”

“Shush, you’re just sick”, the captain replied quietly, “it’s okay.”