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Hiii! Loved your fic I'm sure ur gonna be amazing. I just wanted to ask if u could write a sickfic where Jisung catches a head cold and spends the whole week sneezing. If you could add some of the members it would be great! If you wanna add something more feel free to.

THANK YOU😭

Thank you so much! As I started this I realised I haven’t dabbled as much in snz as I have in emeto, and I found myself googling “how to write the sound of a sneeze”🫡 full on researching haha

I hope this is fulfilling to your wishes! <3

Sickie: Han

Caretakers: Lee Know, Seungmin

Smile, sneeze, repeat

It started with a sniffle one ordinary Tuesday morning, a tickle in his nose that wouldn’t relent no matter what he did.

Jisung brushed it off, convinced it was nothing more than a mild cold. Nothing he couldn’t handle. His energy was still high, and he didn’t have a fever or anything. Nothing that was particularly taxing other than the persistent tickle and occasional sneeze.

By the time Wednesday rolled around, the tickle had started evolving into something far more persistent.

During the morning hours, it grew into an annoying pressure in his sinuses that gave room for a blooming headache. The sneezes grew more frequent, as if his body was desperately trying to rid him of whatever was infiltrating his airways. Still, Jisung didn’t feel that bad. The sneezing was annoying, sure, but he didn’t feel sick. Not yet, anyways.

Seungmin had been the first to comment on it, narrowing his eyes pointedly at Jisung during breakfast.

“You’ve been sneezing a lot” he remarked, looking unimpressed as he took a sip of his coffee.

Jisung chuckled softly and waved him off with a sniffle. “It’s just a little cold, I’ll be fine”

Seungmin didn’t look convinced, but he couldn’t be bothered to press on the matter either.

Before their scheduled dance practice in the evening, Jisung had tried everything he could think of to relieve his symptoms: blowing his nose, drinking hot tea, nasal spray, even inhaling steam infused with essential oils. But nothing gave him the relief he craved.

The pressure was still there, the pain increasing sharply whenever he sneezed or bent forward. Which, unfortunately, was a lot.

By the time they pulled up to the studio, Jisung had lost count of how many times he’d sneezed. His head felt heavy, his body a little sluggish, but he chalked it up to exhaustion. After all, their schedules had been packed the last couple of weeks. They were all tired. It made sense.

Warming up wasn’t too bad. Jisung stood at the back of the group, tissues safely stuffed in his pockets. The physical activity actually seemed to clear his head a little, and he was able to push through rather easily. His nose was runny, and he sneezed a couple of times, but the ache in his muscles lessened as he limbered up.

However, as they started working on actual choreography, things quickly took a turn for the worse.

The first run through was fine. He was a little slower than usual, but he managed to keep up with the steps without too much trouble. His sneezes were on beat for a lot of it, and they didn’t throw him off enough to ruin the flow. As the music stopped, Jisung braced himself against his knees, trying to catch his breath- only for it to hitch.

“Hhhh’ksssh! Hhhh’KTCHH!”

The sneezes caught him a little off guard, and Jisung quickly pressed a tissue to his nose, wiping it shyly.

“Sorry-“ his voice was thick, his vision wavering a little as he collected himself. He could feel the eyes of his band members on him, but he ignored it for the most part, focusing on steadying his breath.

“Gee, bless you!” Felix sang out from the opposite side of the room, snickering softly.

Jisung huffed a quiet laugh, lips tugging into a small smile. “Thanks”

Chan’s gaze lingered on him a little longer before he spoke up. “Alright everyone, let’s do that one more time, from the top”

Jisung nodded, swiping at his nose again before getting into position.

During the second run through, Jisung had to admit he was feeling a little worse for wear. The pressure in his sinuses made him feel like his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets, the pain amplified whenever he bent forward and making him nauseatingly dizzy.

The choreography was as always sharp and quick, but Jisung could feel himself struggle to maintain his usual fluidity. His movements felt enervated, his limbs slow to react to his will. The further they got along, the further his movements were lagging behind.

It felt like his body was running on a defect autopilot. He vaguely noticed himself sweating more than usual as well, a damp heat pressing against his skin that had nothing to do with exertion.

At a particularly sharp shift in position, the pain in his sinuses flared, and his breath caught in his throat.

“Huh’tsch! Hhh-tsshhh! Huh’ekTSHIEW!”

His body pitched forward with the force of the sneezes that tore through him, each one stronger than the last. The potency of had his head spinning so much that his steps faltered, making him completely miss his mark. He collided into Hyunjin, who let out a sharp breath of his own before swiftly steadying Jisung by his waist.

“Woah, are you okay?” Hyunjin asked, looking down at him with big eyes as Jisung still stood bent over, holding his nose. He tried to ignore the dizziness that swirled in his head, shutting his eyes briefly as he waited oft the world to stop spinning.

Jisung cleared his throat with a wince and sniffled as he slowly straightened up again. His lips jutted out into a pout as the music was promptly cut off, leaving him to feel awfully exposed.

“Yeah, I’m-I’m good…. Sorry about that-” He croaked, keeping his gaze locked in his feet. His throat had started feeling a little raw, but it wasn’t excruciating. Besides, they were dancing, not singing. He could push through.. right?

“Nonesense” Lee Know spoke up, suddenly right beside him. His eyes flickered over Jisungs face, taking in the glassy eyes and the pinkish hue on his cheekbones and nose. “You’re sneezing all over the place. Plus, you look like shit”

Jisung snorted at that, looking askance to avoid his insistent gaze. “Wow, thanks, hyung. You really know how to fladter me..” he muttered, before pitching forward into his sleeve again.

“Hh’iich- uhh, hh’ihhcht!”

“That’s, like, the tenth time in five minutes” Seungmin informed with a sigh, having taken over Hyunjins place at his left.

“It’s not-“ Jisungs breath hitched again, and he buried his nose in his sleeve, trying to stifle yet another sneeze. “-not that bad…” before he even had the time to ask Seungmin why the hell he was even keeping count, Lee Know spoke again.

“Right. Not that bad” Lee Know narrowed his eyes at him, crossing his arms over his chest. He cleared his throat, gazing at the clock hung on the wall.

“Break. Take ten minutes” he announced to the room, leaving no room for argument as he watched the other stray kids scatter.

“No-” Jisung said quickly, looking up at Lee Know with pleading eyes. Guilt clawed at his chest, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. “No, I can continue- p-please, I don’ wan..”

Lee Know raised an eyebrow and looked at Seungmin with a baffled look, silently asking something along the lines of ‘are you hearing this?’

Seungmin just shook his head, rolling his eyes in disbelief.

Lee Know sighed deeply, exasperated yet concerned as he saw the tears stinging in Jisungs eyes. “Han-ah, are you serious right now? You can’t be serious…”

“Hhh’tssskk—“

Jisung hung his head a little as he sniffled, still not meeting his piercing gaze. “I’b.. fide” he insisted, but his congested voice did nothing to help his case.

Seungmin let out a short, humourless laugh. “Right.. Because nearly knocking Hyunjin over mid-sneeze is totally part of the routine.”

Jisung scowled, but before he could argue, Lee Know grabbed his wrist and tugged him toward the couch at the back of the studio.

“Sit”

Jisung sighed as he plopped down on the black couch, admitting to his defeat. His body slumped forward, elbows resting against his knees as he buried his face in his hands. Now that he had a moment to pause and take it all in, he had to admit… he felt pretty awful.

A shiver ran down his spine as the air from the AC hit his skin, goosebumps prickling across his arms. He tensed as he felt weight land on his shoulder, peeking up over his fingers to see Lee Know draping his jacket around him.

“Tsk… You’re so dumb sometimes” The older dancer muttered, though there was no malice in his words. Jisung shut his eyes, his breath a little shaky. “Yeah…”

Lee Know sat down beside him on the couch, and Jisung instinctively shifted against him, seeking out any comfort he could find. To his relief, Lee Know didn’t hesitate, wordlessly pulling him closer and draping an arm over his shoulders.

“Here”

Jisung fluttered his eyes open again to see Seungmin standing in front of them, holding out a water bottle.

“You should drink something. You’re probably dehydrated” He explained, voice calm but insisting. Jisung nodded as he feebly reached out for the bottle, unscrewing the cap with trembling fingers.

He took a long sip. The coolness of the water felt soothing to his sore throat, but swallowing still made him grimace with discomfort.

Jisung sniffeled pathetically, basking in the heat Lee Know provided as his body practically melted against him. His eyes felt heavy, so he let them fall shut again.

“You’re burning up” Lee Know commented softly, brushing his fingers across Jisungs flushed cheek. “Why didn’t you just say you were sick?”

“I jus’.. I didn’ wan’o slow us dowd.. i’s jus’ a cold, anyway… ugh, we hab-have so much to do..” Jisung mumbled petulantly, clutching a box of tissues to his chest like it was a security blanket.

“Yeah, and how’s that working out for you?” Seungmin chided, gently reaching out to brush some rogue strands of hair out of Jisungs face.

Jisung didn’t answer, his lips pulling into a pout as he sank further into the couch, exhausted, and a little ashamed. The guilt weighed on him, pressing on his chest in an almost suffocating manner.

“It’s okay to take a break, Hannie-hyung” Seungmin said, noticing the gloomy look on Jisungs face as he reclined in his seat. “You can’t help being sick, y’know? The only thing you can control is how much you rest and allow yourself to actually recover..”

Jisung didn’t respond, but he knew Seungmin was right. Of course he did.

He rubbed at his eyes, breathing shakily as his lips wobbled dangerously close to the edge. He didn’t want to cry. He was too tired for that. Save it for later.

There was a beat of silence before Lee Know nudged his shoulder lightly, pulling him out of his foggy thoughts.

“Come on” he said “ I already talked to Chan, I’m taking you home”

Jisung blinked, stunned, before furrowing his brows.

“But-“

“No, no buts. You’re not coming back here until you’re better”

Jisung huffed in exasperation, but there was no backup to gather from Seungmin. No way to whine himself out of this one. Resigned, he rolled his face against Lee Knows shoulder, peeking up at him with bleary eyes.

“Will you s’ay wity be..?” Jisung hadn’t expected his voice to be as frail as it was, so weak and feeble, but it was an honest reflection of how he felt. The thought of being alone, left to spiral into a web of ‘I’m falling behind’ and ‘I need to catch up’, made his blood run cold.

There was a flicker of emotion that ran through Lee Knows eyes, too fast for him to really capture what it was.

“Well, duh.” Lee Know sighed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world “I’m not trusting you to be on your own, so I guess I’ll have to babysit you”

Lee Know crossed his arms in mock annoyance, but Jisung couldn’t help but feel a small smile tug at his lips at his antics. He knew he didn’t really mind, and he appreciated that more than he would ever know.

Seungmin stood silently against the wall beside them, watching the scene unfold. His gaze was soft, his eyes carrying a fondness that Jisung rarely saw. After a moment of thought, the younger pushed off the wall and crouched down in front of his hyungs, placing his hands gently on Jisungs knees.

“Hey..” Seungmin started, narrowing his eyes as he met Jisungs gaze. “Go rest up, okay? Don’t do anything stupid…”

“I won’..” Jisung promised, though it wasn’t entirely convincing. The guilt still gnawed at him, the fear of falling behind before their upcoming performances lingering in the back of his mind.

Seungmin must have sensed the doubt that still clung to him, because without warning, he reached out and lightly flicked his forehead. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to snap him out of his thoughts.

“Hey-ow!” Jisung protested with a whine, pouting as he rubbed his forehead.

“That’s for overthinking” Seungmin explained, smirking in satisfaction as he stood back up.

Lee Know chuckled beside him, amused by the exchange. He gave Jisungs arm a comforting squeeze before moving to stand up. “Alright, let’s get going” He readjusted the jacket around Jisungs shoulder before reaching out his hand, waiting for him to follow his movement.

Jisung hesitated for a moment, eyes flickering to Seungmin, who gave him an encouraging nod. “We’ll be fine here.” He promised, and that was enough for him to gather some strength.

Slowly, Jisung rose from the couch, his body heavy with the fever that had slowly crept in and numbed his senses. It was as if his entire body was made of lead, and he was grateful for Lee Knows hand steadying him by the waist as he swayed.

Seungmin, ever the pragmatic, picked up the box of tissues left on the couch and pressed it back to Jisungs chest. “Don’t forget these. Now get out before you spread your germs any more”

Jisung sighed a little, touched by the gesture despite Seungmins typically blunt delivery. "Thanks, Minnie."

Lee Know guided him outside the studio with an arm securely around his body, and Jisung leaned on him heavily, as if his body wouldn’t be able to move on its own accord. The lump in his throat made him wince, his nose wouldn’t stop running and he was starting to feel a little queasy from congestion clogging up his sinuses. Safe to say, he was looking forward to be home in his bed again.

The car ride was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the engine and the occasional sneeze Jisung stifled into his elbow. As soon as Jisung sank into the passenger seat, he let out a sigh, his head tipping back against the headrest. Lee Know immediately turned on the seat warmer, and Jisung curled up, drawing his feet up to make himself comfortable.

Lee Know glanced over at him every now and again, a mix of concern and care etched into his features. He saw the way Jisung hugged onto himself, his eyelashes brushing against his pallid yet flushed cheeks, and the older reached over to gently pat his thigh. “It’s okay, just try to get some rest”

Jisung didn’t need further encouragement. The soothing warmth of the seat wrapped around him like the embrace of an old friend, easing the chill from his body. With each passing second, he felt his body surrendering moreto the comfort of the familiar surroundings, and his congested breaths evened out as he allowed himself to drift into a fevered slumber.

[zz-supernova]

CAR RIDE

SICKIE⇒ HAN

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stray kids were on the car ride back to their dorms after a long and exhausting day filled with interviews and dance challenges. only three of them, actually, because the others had wanted to go out for dinner, which was unexpected. why would someone want to go out after spending the whole day talking to strangers and dancing.

anyway, that’s how the members ended up being separated into two vans: Chan, Lee know and Han in the one that would take them to the dorm, and the other five off to wherever they went to eat at.

the truth is, none of the three understood how anyone could have any energy left after the day they had just put their bodies through, because they surely wanted nothing but to get back home, change into comfortable clothes and chill, sleep probably.

in the van, han was sitting at the back next to lee know, who was on his phone, and chan was in the empty middle row, writing lyrics on his laptop.

normally all the seats would be occupied and the eight boys would be chatting and laughing, but right now the leader was glad that they could have some peace and quiet, as well as the much needed space and coolness of the AC after being stuck in rooms talking to a camera for hours.

the motion of the car was relaxing for both chan and lee know, who really were paying no mind to anything around them right now, just immersed in their laptop and phone respectively. for han it was usually more of the same, he was used to falling asleep just a few minutes after the ride would start.

but something about today was different, he couldn’t sleep and he felt himself getting unsettled as the van rolled on, so he rested his head on the cold window. he sighed, he wasn’t one to get carsick, and his body was used to being pushed to the limits, but something about today had pushed him slightly too far.

the rapper shifted his position a little, trying to ease his discomfort, and closed his eyes, but the movement only made the uncomfy feeling rise so he opened them again. he remembered being cold back in the filming room, but now his body felt strangely hot and he wished he hadn’t kept his hoodie on, though he knew that focusing on taking it off would only heighten his nausea. maybe he was just tired. he just needed to sleep, that’s what he told himself.

he was wrong.

his head was starting to spin, making him feel lightheaded, and he once again tried to make the sensation go away by closing his eyes and hopefully giving in to sleep. but he was unlucky. this time it was no different, and he finally gave up on sleeping and turned his focus to the landscapes passing by the window.

it was late and he liked how the evening sky looked, pretty tones of blue and purple blending together and fluffy clouds that gave off dreamy vibes. he should write a song about it, han thought.

too bad that he couldn’t focus on it for long. soon enough, they entered the curvy part of the road and han felt his stomach turn at the movement. to him it was so stupid, the driver was driving smoothly through the turns but they still made his nausea present again. the twisty part soon came to an end, but the effects it had on the rapper didn’t.

now, his stomach was twisting sickly enough that he couldn’t ignore it anymore. as he swallowed, trying to keep the sick feeling at bay, he moved his hands to loosen the seatbelt. it wasn’t tight at all but felt really suffocating.

he quickly realized that there was probably no coming out of this, and he couldn’t help that his breathing had started to sound shaky as he got frustrated with the nausea and the way he didn’t seem to be getting enough air.

“hyung”, han called out in a faint voice, breathing heavily and closing his eyes when his stomach cramped uncomfortably again. he heard lee know’s voice come from right beside him. the dancer had surely caught on to the way han’s voice sounded distressed because his tone was worried when he asked “what’s wrong?”.

stupid question, though. the moment lee know turned to look at han he was met with a clear answer. the younger’s face was pale and his eyes were glossy, expression uneasy as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he was trying to steady his breathing to keep calm and settle his stomach but that was very obviously not working.

“i feel sick,” the rapper said in a quiet tone, closing his eyes and hugging his stomach as the van turned unexpectedly. at this point even the smooth road was making him feel sick. he could feel lee know’s gaze on him, the dancer’s expression more alert in contrast to how absentminded he had been until now. “do you need to throw up?”, the older asked, speaking in a calm way that was very welcome by the rapper.

han nodded, taking deep breaths to try and manage the feeling. lee know turned forward for a moment and said sth to chan, who nodded and most likely told the driver about the situation, and then he turned back to han. “we’ll pull over in a moment, sungie, do you wanna roll down the window?”

“yeah,” han whispered back, silently cursing how dumb he was for not having done that earlier. feeling his stomach turn once again, he wanted nothing more than to take in a deep breath of fresh air, so he quickly pressed the button on the door and soon enough he felt the cool wind blowing softly over his face. it was comforting, but even then the van felt stuffy and he just wanted to get out, have steady ground under his feet and not feel sick anymore.

he whined softly when his stomach did that little twist again and he squeezed his eyes shut. he felt the nausea growing stronger and stronger, and he knew he needed to get out of the van, or he would end up getting sick right then and there. that would be so embarrassing.

at this point, even the simple thought that he still had to be in the van until they could pull over was causing his nausea to worsen, and han felt his eyes welling up with tears of frustration. “can we stop?” he whimpered. he felt his stomach cramp more severely this time and his vision swam from the discomfort. that kinda scared him, he didn’t want to faint.

his arms were crossed over his middle as he wished it all would just go away, but the nausea was making him dizzy. “one second,” chan told him, his voice warm and comforting, “we’re going to stop at the next rest stop and you can get out and take all the time you need. okay?”

han nodded and let out a deep and shaky breath, trying to settle his stomach. it didn’t work, of course. his eyes were still watery and his head felt heavy from sickness. he gripped the seatbelt again, biting his lip and trying to stop himself from throwing up. he felt really overwhelmed right now.

“do you want my hand? it’s cold” lee know offered, giving han a knowing look. he knew that the rapper was feeling way too warm and probably also scared, given that he never got carsick. his thoughts were confirmed when han nodded and glanced at him with desperate eyes, holding onto lee know’s hand as soon as the dancer held it out. lee know’s hand was pleasantly cold and han found the touch grounding even if it didn’t help the nausea. because it certainly didn’t.

his stomach twisted once more, and he shut his eyes closed yet again. he did his best to take deep breaths, trying to suppress a groan as another wave of nausea rolled over him. he gripped lee know’s hand even tighter and leaned into it, trying really hard to concentrate on the cold touch instead of the stuffy air.

“pulling over” chan called out from the front, turning around to glance at the back and frowning when he saw the situation. the speed of the van steadily deacreased and the sound of the motor fading away brought the world around han even more into focus as they finally slowed to a stop.

at least the movement was over, he thought.

he took another shaky breath and mumbled a soft “okay”, letting his head fall back against the seat and trying to steady himself before he’d get out. lee know let go of han’s hand and unbuckled both of their seatbelts before holding it again. he was going to wait until han was ready to get out.

chan was the one who got out first and he walked over to han’s seat, sliding the van’s door fully open and catching the momentary relieved expression on the younger’s face when the fresh air blew over him.

“lets get out, hannie”, the leader said. han nodded slowly, clinging to lee know’s hand for a moment longer and taking a deep, shaky breath before finally letting go and turning towards the door, sucking in a sharp breath when he felt his mouth filling with saliva.

he got out of the car, doing his best not to stumble too much as chan held onto his waist to steady him. his vision swam and his legs faltered slightly as his stomach tightened and turned, a sign that he was close to giving into the nausea.

luckily chan kept him up until he pulled himself together enough to start walking. “gonna throw up,” han mumbled to him, his voice shaky and thick with nausea. his stomach was cramping uncomfortably and he felt too hot. “that’s okay, I’m right here,” chan reassured, guiding han over to the grass next to the road.

the view was pretty and it looked like a comfy place for a picnic or a campfire, but sadly han could not focus on that. there were some big trees and many cute small flowers randomly growing between the grass, and a few steps further there was a fallen tree trunk that had been obviously used as a bench.

and no people, which they did notice and han was especially grateful for. chan helped the rapper sit down on the trunk so that he would be stable enough to throw up if he needed to and crouched down next to him. han’s hands were shaking as he leaned forward slightly, letting out a pained whine. “hyung”, he whimpered, looking at the leader, who saw his eyes filled with fear.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” chan comforted gently, sitting down beside him and laying his hand comfortingly on han’s back as he waited for what was bound to happen. the rapper felt the way his nausea kept rising and he was growing increasingly desperate, but his body didn’t seem to want to give into it. his stomach was doing somersaults, tightening repeatedly as his eyes filled with tears again.

“hyung help”, han pleaded urgently, seeing as his body wasn’t cooperating at all despite the way it was hurting him. “okay, hang on”, chan said calmly, rubbing his hand over han’s back in a comforting motion.

han bit his lip, trying to hold back his tears and taking in another deep breath. he felt the waves of nausea growing more intense, but his body resisted throwing up even as he felt the burning sensation of bile begin to rise to his throat.

chan brushed his hair back softly and moved his other hand to the rapper’s stomach. “i’m going to help you, ok?”, he said, wanting to make sure the younger was okay with that. han nodded, frustrated that things were going the way they were.

his breaths were getting shallower and quicker as he wiped away his tears with his hand. "careful" he replied in a voice that indicated he was about to cry. another wave of nausea began to rise, this time more intensely. his stomach cramped once more and he let out a shaky whimper.

“I'm here," chan assured softly, keeping his hand over han’s stomach. "Just let it happen, alright?", he added, making sure the younger wouldn’t try to fight back the stronger nausea that was about to come, and pressed on han’s middle carefully with his hand, hoping that the extra pressure would help speed things up.

han took in another shaky breath, trying to relax his body as he started to feel vomit rising in his throat. it burned and he couldn’t stop himself from tearing up. his stomach was still cramping from the sickness, and his body finally stopped resisting.

his eyes closed and he let out a soft, startled whimper as he felt the bile finally come up from his stomach. he gagged dryly for a few seconds, but soon started actually throwing up. a shiver went down his body and he struggled to get in deep breaths between his tears each time a sick wave was over. it didn’t feel good, not at all. he hated this feeling so much.

“there you go”, chan said softly, his voice soft and caring as han finally finished throwing up. the rapper’s stomach was no longer twisting nor turning quite as intensely but it still hurt and was uncomfortable.

sure, he was glad that at least the nausea had mostly faded but it wasn’t fair that he still felt sick. it was frustrating and he couldn’t stop his tears from falling. han took in a few deep breaths, his body slowly coming back to normal after that sudden burst of nausea.

“thanks,” han sniffled softly, trying to relax his body and take a few deeper breaths in. his stomach was still cramping. it was nothing in comparison to what he had felt a few moments ago, but for some reason han kept crying and he felt stupid for it.

“it’s okay, you did really well, hm?”, chan hummed as he brushed away han’s tears with his hand. he felt bad for the rapper, who was clearly overwhelmed by everything that had happened. han nodded sadly, leaning into his touch, that was pretty much the only thing he found okay right now.

chan looked up towards the car, and said “there comes lee know”, when he spotted the dancer walking towards them with water. he knew the second oldest had stayed back in the car to give han more space, and now that the ordeal was over, he came to comfort him.

han followed chan’s gaze, watching lee know come towards them with water, and he felt glad that his teammates were taking care of him even if they probably just wanted to get home. this must have been such an inconvenience for them, han thought.

“here you go”, lee know said when he got to them, his voice soft and caring, which washed away any negative thoughts han had about being a nuisance. the dancer sat on the han’s other side, and the rapper took the bottle from him, holding it to his mouth hesitantly.

“thank you,” han muttered quietly, taking a few more sips of water to get rid of the weird taste in his mouth. he felt noticeably better now, the nausea having subsided.

but then han remembered that they had to get on the car again and his face suddenly became anxious, his stomach twisting once more as the realization set in. they had to go back to the car, and that meant possibly having to go through being sick again.

“hey, hannie” lee know called out softly, seeing him start to breathe unevenly. he leaned forward to look at han’s face and spoke in a reassuring tone. “it’ll be over soon, okay? I’ll be right beside you the whole time, so there’s nothing to worry about, all right?”

han’s heart was beating a little too quickly in his chest, and he started fidgeting with the cap of the bottle, trying to stay calm.

“o-okay” he replied, his voice shaky and unsure. the last thing he wanted was to feel sick again, but he knew they had to get home. he was still tired from the day, just like his hyungs probably were.

so he took in a few deep breaths to calm down, thinking about how he would have both of the oldest members with him for the rest of the ride. maybe he could even fall asleep this time and wouldn’t notice the rest of the ride. yeah, that’s what was going to happen, unless it wasn’t.

he closed his eyes, trying to stay as calm as possible so that his stomach wouldn’t become too upset again. his body was still tense even without the nausea, and he didn’t want to make it worse.

he opened his eyes and gripped his bottle tight, feeling a bit nauseous again. he had to control this, he thought to himself, it wasn’t even that bad, except to him it was. the feeling had been awful and he was glad that he didn’t experience it often, but he dreaded the possibility of having to endure it again. “I don’t wanna”, he admitted softly, his voice even shakier than before.

chan and lee know looked at him, their expressions caring. they knew how hard this was for him, they knew how overwhelmed he felt, and they could tell by his eyes that he was afraid, but that’s why they would let him take his time. no rush. they didn’t mind waiting until their rapper was better and calm.

“I know. but we’ll be with you, yeah?” chan sympathized, his expression concerned as he saw how afraid the rapper was. he knew that han got like this when he was sick, and it was hard to make him feel better. but they were doing their best to help him stay calm. kinda calm.

“yeah” han replied softly, still seeming afraid, but less so. he allowed himself to relax just a little bit, and he took a few deep breaths. he felt the lingering pain in his stomach and the tightness that was still there, but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been earlier.

he watched as chan grabbed the bottle and stood up, and he let the leader help him up and away from the soiled grass. han staggered a bit as he stood up, still feeling weak and exhausted. he was starting to breathe normally again, although the cramping in his stomach was still coming and going.

chan was there for support though. lee know was following right behind, looking at han with a gentle, reassuring expression. han walked quietly, still feeling a bit shaky as he put one foot in front of the other. he kept one of his hands inside the front pocket of his hoodie, on his stomach, and the other one clasped tightly around chan’s.

his expression was neutral, but his eyes were still glossy and damp with tears as they neared the car. he gave his hand a comforting squeeze, opening the door to the van. he pulled away from han as the rapper climbed into the back, a little reluctantly. they sat the same way as earlier, chan in the middle row, which was empty, and lee know next to han at the back.

they made sure to have the AC on and left the windows open, as that was sure to prevent another ordeal. not long into the drive, lee know felt a weight on his shoulder, and he looked down to see han trying to fall asleep. “you’re just gonna force yourself to get sleepy?” he asked, smirking when han tried to glare at him, “not scary, sungie”.

han whined and hit lee know’s arm weakly, going back to using him as a pillow. “so comforting, hyung”, he mumbled dryly, earning an amused chuckle from chan. he wasn’t on the verge of crying anymore, didn’t feel scared and he no longer felt like being sick even if his stomach still felt upset. and lee know was letting him use him as a pillow, he guessed that was a win.

he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the quiet chatter between lee know and chan, even going as far as making a few comments here and there before he felt himself grow tired. the road was hitting curves every now and then and each time he would tense up, but lee know would play with his hair until he relaxed again.

in the end, han managed to fall asleep, and he spent what was left of the ride peacefully sleeping, completely unaware of the way he was holding onto lee know’s arm and of the pictures both of his hyungs took of him.

[stayteezdreams]

Plot: The last thing Hyunjin wants while he is sick is to be alone. Good thing for him, you have no intention of letting that happen.

Request: Hiii can I Pls request a fic Where Hyunjin Is sick (maybe he has food poisoning or something) and y/n takes care of him? Requested By: Anonymous

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of general illness and medicine.

A/n: I had some writers block during this and struggled to finish it, so sorry it's a bit bleh!

Words: 0.8k

Hyunjin frowned as he stared up at his ceiling. His head was still aching as his stomach cramped occasionally. He knew the worse was over but he barely had any strength to get out of bed.

As his phone buzzed beside him, he snatched it up, smiling softly when he saw a text from you appear.

'Have you tried eating anything?'

Hyunjin pouted a bit, knowing you were going to be upset at his reply.

'Not yet.'

' >:( '

He chuckled softly at your response as his eyes moved to the door, when he heard someone enter. He figured it must be Han or Changbin back from the studio. He hummed softly as he wondered if he could get them to make him something. He shook his head at the thought, knowing the last thing they wanted to do was coddle and take care of him right now.

He groaned as he rolled over, shoving his face into his pillow. He hated being sick, and he hated being sick and alone.

Hearing his door creak open he peered over his shoulder and his heart jumped. He quickly flipped over, ignoring the wave of dizziness that washed over him at the sudden movement.

You grinned gleefully at him from his door "Hey hey!"

Hyunjin grinned as he reached out his arms in a dramatic fashion, "My baby!"

You rolled your eyes as you walked over to him, giving into his grabby hands as he pulled you down onto the bed and hugged you tightly.

"Why didn't you say you were coming?" He mumbled into your neck as he pressed a gentle kiss to your skin.

"I wanted to surprise you. Besides, how could you think I'd leave you all alone when you're sick?"

You smiled as you pulled away enough to look at him. You pressed your palm to his cheek, and then his forehead as he watched you fondly.

"Are you starting to feel better?"

He nodded with a soft smile before he pressed his forehead against yours, "Even better now."

You giggled softly as you hugged him. "I'm gonna make you something okay?"

Hyunjin grinned as he pressed his face into your neck and nodded, before quickly tightening his grip, "In a little while."

You giggled, wanting to resist, knowing he needed something on his stomach, but as he hummed contentedly into your neck you gave in. Honestly, you missed him, so maybe a little cuddling wasn't such a bad idea.

A few minutes of cuddling turned into half an hour before you were finally able to pry yourself away from Hyunjin, much to his protest.

You were in the kitchen for about ten minutes before you heard him softly pad into the room. You smiled at his messy hair and tired face as he sat nearby, watching as you made him some soup.

Hyunjin felt his chest grow warm as he watched you cook for him. He had loved the thought of you taking care of him, but now seeing it happen made him even happier. He could see the love you held for him as you cooked, making sure everything was perfect.

As the soup cooked, you gave him all of your attention and he felt all the more loved for it. The way you made him tea and gave him medicine. The way you checked his temperature and kissed his forehead made him forget any pain or discomfort he was in. He adored you, and knew the second he was feeling better, he would do something for you.

He smiled contentedly as he sipped on the soup you gave him. It wasn't too strong as to not upset his stomach, but it was perfect enough to send waves of warm comfort through him.

"I'll make you a hot bath after we eat so you can relax before going to bed okay?"

He grinned softly at you as he nodded, "I feel so special." He mused and you giggled softly.

"You are special."

He knew he was blushing softly at your teasing and sweet remarks, but he didn't mind. He gave you his own teasing grin as he looked over at you.

"Will you join me?"

You repressed your smile as you looked at him innocently. "Hmm, I don't know. I was thinking of leaving once I was done eating."

He immedietely frowned at your words and whined. "Why would you leave me?"

You chuckled, failing to play along with our own joke. "I'm kidding, I wasn't gonna leave."

He pursed his lips, "You're so mean."

Shaking your head in amusement you watched as he continuously glanced at you before he finally mumbled, "So is that a yes or a no?"

You laughed before you nodded your had, "Fine, I'll join you."

He grinned as he happily continued to eat his soup, at a bit of a quicker pace than before. You smiled as you watched him, loving how you had this effect on him, but knowing he had the exact same on you.

xx End xx

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[dudadragneel]

Hey guys it's me!

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Spending the night in the bathroom because he got food poisoning

KEEPING HIM COMPANY

Goddamn these hectic schedules and how they affected the members' health.

They were on vacation, finally, and Chan, like always, would spend time with you and then would take you to Australia to stay with his family.

So far the perfect planning for a much-awaited vacation. But things went wrong on day one.

You decided to spend part of the day out and eat lunch at a newly-opened restaurant.

Good decision?

It would later be proved to not have been.

The food tasted delicious and it was quite the generous serving and you both knew the boys would love it if they were there.

You two talked about what you'd like to do while he was in vacation, like dates, romantic nights, trips etc.

Everything was going well, until it wasn't.

By the time you got back to your apartment, Chan was feeling under the weather, which was weird because he was feeling perfectly fine a few hours before.

He had cold sweats and his stomach was churning and gurgling loudly. It was burning and it felt heavy. Yes, he did eat a lot, but it was a different kind of heavy, he felt bloated. Not only felt, it was quite visible.

You were lying down on the bed, watching some series and you noticed Chan was restless, he kept moving and even hissing from time to time.

- Love? Are you okay?

- Yeah...it's just my stomach...it feels weird.

- Weird how?

- I don't know, maybe indigestion? It's kind of burning.

- Well, you ate a lot so it could be. I can make you some tea or do you want some medicine?

- I'm not sure medication is a good idea right now. I'll take the tea.

- Okay.

You left the bedroom to get him some tea to help with the burning sensation in his stomach and hopefully help it digest the food.

When you got back, Chan was curled up, looking like a baby kangaroo.

- Hey~ here's the tea. I didn't add any sugar so it might be a little bitter.

- Thanks... ugh- yeah, that's definitely bitter.

He added, making a disgusted face, earning a laugh from you and then smiling at you fondly.

The tea helped a little, at least in the beginning.

But what was going on inside his body was worse than just indigestion and he'd find that out pretty soon.

⏳

Despite being on vacation you still had one more thing to work on before you were 100% free, so you took you computer to bed and lay down next to Chan with him curling up one more time. Something was making him feel uncomfortable and you knew it wasn't just a simple case of indigestion.

As he was leaning on your shoulder, you started to rub his arm and then stroke his curly hair while he tried his best to focus on you working and ignore the increasing discomfort in his stomach.

He loved to see you so passionate abou your work, just like you did with him, with the countless times you stayed with him in his studio.

But no matter how much he tried, his stomach was in absolute shambles and burning. The awful sensation was growing stronger by the minute and he gave up on trying to deal with it on his own.

- Babe...

- Hmm? What is it?

- Can you rub my stomach? It's hurting really bad...

- Of course, honey. But don't you wanna go to the bathroom?

- No, at least not now.

- Okay, then. Come here.

You put you computer to the side and put another series on TV again while he lay down on your lap.

You started to rub his stomach up and down, and you could feel it rumbling under your touch, as well as how bloated it was.

Chan's expression would turn into one of pain and discomfort every now and then, but he was enjoying the feeling of your hand.

He had one of his hands buried under your thighs because that brought some sort of comfort for him.

But as you kept rubbing his stomach, it let out a loud gurgling noise and Chan unconsciously gripped your thighs and clenched his other hand.

Something was starting to move up inside of him and he could already feel the foul taste in his mouth.

- Honey, can you stop for a while? I'm gonna throw up-

He said covering his mouth to suppress a gag, quickly getting up from the bed and dashing to the bathroom with you following close behind.

He almost didn't make it to the toilet before vomit escaped through his fingers, the lunch he had coming back in disgusting undigested chunks.

- Oh god.

You stood next to him and started rubbing his back which was heaving under your hand, and for some reason felt a little hot.

He kept on retching until more vomit came out, a little thicker this time hurting his throat on the process.

- Oh baby. You're doing good.

You reassured patting his back and kissing the top of his head.

- It feels horrible....

- Do you think it was the food?

- Maybe...we had different dishes-

The sheer mention of food triggered his stomach again, sending more content up.

- There we go, just let it out.

After a few minutes he was left dry heaving and coughing.

- Do you feel any better?

- Not much. It still feels heavy.

- And the nausea?

- It's still here but less annoying.

- That's good enough. Why don't you take a shower? Maybe you'll feel a little better.

- Okay.

- I'll bring you some clothes.

- Thank you.

The shower although good, didn't really help with his situation. The cramps continued, the nausea kept coming and going, exactly like waves. He actually had to bend over the drain a few times but nothing really came up.

He thought that after throwing up he'd feel better but he kept on gagging, so he knew by now this could pretty much be a case of food poisoning.

And he'd soon find out he was right, unfortunately.

Finishing his bath, he was feeling more tired than before and hot, even if he'd just taken a cold shower.

You had gotten the bed ready while he was showering and was waiting for him to join you.

- Did the shower help?

- Not that much... I kept gagging all the time.

- Did you throw up again?

- No, but I'm still nauseous.

- Wanna try some medicine now?

- Yeah.

You gave him a gel capsule of an antiemetic and he gagged when it went down but thankfully it didn't come back up.

He cuddled on you, blanket covering his slightly shivering body and you proceeded to stroke his hair again, playing with it's curls and tracing patterns on his face, noticing it felt a bit hot to the touch.

- Honey, you're a little hot.

- Yeah, I noticed that when I walked out of the shower and I do feel a bit cold, actually.

- Lemme check it. 37.5°C. That's a low grade fever but I don't think it's anything to worry about now. But if it gets higher then you probably got food poisoning.

- I hope not.

- Want something to eat? Soup? Anything?

- I don't know if I can keep anything down but I'm also a bit hungry...

- I'll make something really quick. You don't need to eat everything just a bit okay?

- Okay.

You prepared him some light snacks, which he managed to eat a good amount and it did sit well with his stomach. And then he lay down on your chest again.

You went back to stroking his hair while he gently caressed your thigh and within a few minutes you were both fast asleep.

But the peace didn't last long.

⏳

About 1h30 into the night, Chan broke in cold sweats, his stomach was gurgling again and doing flips, he could feel the contents sloshing around. He tried to change his position but it didn't work.

The nausea he was feeling earlier had gotten really worse and his mouth started salivating. He was shivering which indicated the fever probably got higher.

Something started to creep up his chest and it felt like a burp but when he tried to let it out, he was betrayed by his body as it brought up a little amount of acid liquid. He knew he was gonna throw up sooner rather than later and he didn't want to bother you, so he quietly got out of the bed, suppressing a gag triggered by the sudden movement and locked himself in the bathroom.

⏳

He bent over the toilet but still tried his best to hold it because he knew that the sound would wake you up, and that's the last thing he wanted to do.

Leaving his mouth open, he started off only gagging unproductively and making as little noise as possible.

His body kept rocking back and forth and he was swallowing hard everytime, still trying to prevent himself from throwing up.

But his body really needed to get that out and it didn't matter what he wanted.

His stomach contracted making him gag one more time but he insisted on not vomiting and swallowed it back, but that proved to be a wrong move.

He ended up choking and that triggered a coughing fit which brought out his dinner, splattering in the toilet.

At the moment, he heard you calling out his name.

Shit!

He thought to himself, he knew you were tired and really didn't want to bother you in the middle of the night.

- Babe?

You called sitting up on the bed, taking a few seconds to properly wake up and then you heard a retch and the sound of liquid hitting liquid.

- babe? Are you okay?

You asked with a worried voice getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom.

When you opened the door, Chan was throwing up one more time and you rushed to his side, sitting on the bathtub and started rubbing his back.

- Oh honey...why didn't you call me?

- I didn't want to wake you up.

- Please don't worry about me...

You said, voice sounding concerned with a tiny tone of annoyance.

He coughed up another thick bout that came out of his nose making him choke and gag productively again.

- Oh my dear. That's it, just let it out. You're doing good.

When the next wave came out he ended up swaying forward and you quickly reached out to hold his forehead and noticed it was burning, compared to before.

- Babe, you're running a fever. This is looking like food poisoning.

You said with a worried and sad expression on your face, knowing how the next few hours and days would go by.

- Lemme check it.

You placed the thermometer under his armpit and helped him hold it there.

The numbers were almost alarmingly high, 38.9°C.

- Babe, what else are you feeling?

Chan rested his head on his arm, not really trusting himself to get his face away from the toilet.

- Dizzy, cold, sweating and nauseous.

- From the looks of it, it's definitely food poisoning...

- That's just great...

He said with a sarcastic tone and burying his face in his arm.

- I'll get you some water okay?

He just nodded, gulping down the awful taste in his mouth.

You came back with a bottle of cold water and handed it to him, while sitting back on the edge of the bathtub.

He took a few sips and rested his head on his arm again. You kept rubbing his back and stroking his hair, trying to comfort him.

But his stomach protested against those small sips of water and within a few seconds, it came right back up not giving him time to even change his position.

- Oh honey...

You cooed still rubbing his back again and yawning a bit. But oh boy was that a mistake. He loathed the idea that he cut your sleep short and your yawn just added to that.

- Honey, you can go back to bed, I'll be fine.

- No, Babe, I'm okay, don't worry about me.

- But you're tired, please. I want you to rest.

- Chan, I won't be able to rest knowing that you're sick and puking your guts out.

He chuckled at the last sentence but he was still sad that you were denying good hours of sleep to stay with him.

And again, his stomach was just determined to make him suffer and contracted strongly sending up a thick stream of vomit that soiled the entire inner part of the toilet. Neither the sound nor the sight were exactly pleasant.

After he threw up one more time, you knew for sure it would be a long night and Chan wouldn't be out of the bathroom anytime soon. And you wouldn't leave his side, because although he always wanted to deal with things on his own, deep down inside he subconsciously wanted comfort and he always found that when he was with you.

So you considered all the options and decided to camp out in the bathroom.

- Honey, wait here just a moment.

You went back into the bedroom and got a few blankets and pillows and came back, then organized them on the floor so you could make the spot as comfy as possible.

- What are you doing?

He asked with a raspy voice and a tiny smile.

- Well...you've got food poisoning and I don't think you're leaving this bathroom anytime soon and I won't leave you in here alone so..... we'll "sleep" here.

You answered him with a smile and laughing a little bit, trying to lift the mood.

- I'm sorry for making you do this....but thanks.

Chan said leaning on you and closing his eyes, trying to enjoy the moment of peace his stomach allowed him.

- You're welcome, honey.

⏳

The night was indeed long like you predicted with Chan vomiting more times than you could count and only getting enough sleep. His fever kept oscillating and in-between rounds of vomiting you managed to help him take at least two baths.

When morning rose, both of you were completely exhausted and if any of the boys were to show up at your house, they'd probably be scared because you had a complexion just like Samara's.

But by that time, Chan was feeling a little better or at least well enough to stay in the bedroom with a bucket instead of the cold floor of the bathroom.

You made him breakfast, which he managed to keep down until lunch but then it started again, after all it was food poisoning, just one night of continuous vomiting wouldn't do the trick.

After about 4 days, Chan felt like all the life had been sucked out of him but you made sure he ate every single meal that you made him to regain what he'd lost.

And he made sure you were pampered like you deserved after going through so many sleepless nights with him.

[cuddlepilefics]

I’m going down (you’re yelling timber)

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Hyunjin

Caregivers: Stray Kids

Prompts: Passing out / Exhaustion / “I’ve got you, let’s sit down, I’ve got you.”

@whumperless-whump-event

No one’s POV.:

With the way their schedules had been filled to the very brink lately, Hyunjin was impressed how the group was still going strong. For some reason, the members didn’t seem any more tried than they’d usually be, while he himself felt close to crumbling. His whole body ached and a persistent headache was pulsing behind his temples. Had been for the past week if he was being honest. 3racha worked even more than him, which Hyunjin knew because he repeatedly returned to an empty dorm, yet they seemed not to be too affected by it. At least that way, Hyunjin could shower right away when he came home from his dance practice with Minho and Felix and didn’t need to wait his turn.

That shower turned out quite long because Hyunjin’s tense muscles finally relaxed when the hot water hit his shoulders. He barely found the energy to wash himself down, his arms suddenly feeling like cooked spaghetti, and it was obvious that he’d be out like a light the moment his head hit the pillow. A shudder ran down Hyunjin’s back, the hot water suddenly feeling cold to him, causing goosebumps to prick at his skin. He braced himself against the tiled wall as his ears started to ring. In a daze, he turned off the water and stumbled out of the shower, clumsily wrapping himself in his towel before plopping down on the closed toilet seat.

Holding his swimming head in his hands, Hyunjin took a few panting breaths and felt shaky all over. Maybe he shouldn’t have turned the water temperature up so high because now his circulation was wonky and he didn’t trust himself to stand and get ready for bed. Oh how badly he wanted to be in his bed right now. That would take a while though because Hyunjin only found the strength to get dressed after taking deep breaths for five minutes. He had to sit down again while he brushed his teeth.

A few sips of water might help with the lingering dizziness but the kitchen was in the opposite direction of his bedroom, so Hyunjin was torn. If 3racha had been home, he would’ve asked someone to fetch him a drink but that was out of question now. In the end, he decided to go to bed without a drink. His head pounded and he had to hold back tears as he crawled into bed, unsure how exactly he was going to make it through his schedule the next day.

Lucky for him, their schedule started at the studio the following morning and while his headache hadn’t improved, he wasn’t dizzy anymore. It was also nice to not be alone at the dorm anymore and he shot Jisung a tired smile when he plopped down next to him at the dining table, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. The rapper looked half asleep still, about as exhausted as Hyunjin felt and the dancer was relieved that he wasn’t the only one feeling drained. On the other hand, Jisung had only gotten home after Hyunjin had already gone to bed, yet he was up and running at the same time.

Watching the rapper eat made Hyunjin’s stomach turn and he glanced at his coffee in distaste. He had no appetite at all but if he wanted to take something for his headache, he should have at least a small breakfast. Too exhausted to prepare himself some proper food, Hyunjin grabbed some crackers and a small box of banana milk, slowly nibbling one of the crackers. It felt wrong in his mouth, taking all his willpower to swallow. Figuring it’d be easier to just wash it down with the banana milk, the dancer took a swig and startled when it triggered his gag reflex. Hyunjin covered his mouth in a panic, the drink eventually going down but not without choking him. Watching the older double over coughing, Jisung guessed his friend had aspirated, too sleepy to pay attention to eating, and reached over to pat the other on the back.

When Hyunjin finally managed to catch his breath, he thanked Jisung weakly but excused himself to his room, claiming he’d finish his food while getting ready. In truth, he sat on the edge of his bed, trashcan planted between his knees as he painfully slowly finished his crackers. They left his mouth and throat itchy because he hadn’t dared to drink anymore but that was soon to change. There was no way he’d be able to swallow his painkillers dry, not after the crackers had dried him out like this, so eyeing the banana milk in distaste, he hurriedly popped the pills into his mouth and downed his drink like a shot. Lurching forward with a closed-mouth gag, Hyunjin forced himself to breathe deeply and shuddered. Goosebumps had spread on his arms, while he broke into a sweat. His stomach still churned when he wiped his brow with a trembling hand, dumping the milk carton into the trash. The pills were down, so… mission accomplished.

He'd be lying if he claimed they were helping at all though. There was still that pressure in his head, making it hard to think clearly but at least, his stomach had calmed down. He was lucky that their dance practice was only scheduled for the late afternoon and he’d have a couple of hours to get his bearings. Maybe once he was more awake, he’d be able to stomach something more nutritious that’d give him the energy to keep going. Hyunjin probably shouldn't be happy that his friends were similarly tired but a small part of him way. With all of them lacking energy, it was relatively quiet and sitting with his fellow dancers, Hyunjin eventually dared lean his head on Minho’s shoulder. It still ached and his neck felt too sore to support its weight. To his surprise, the older neither pushed him away or teased him for it, merely continuing to go over his lyrics.

Sitting on Hyunjin’s other side, Felix’ hand snuck up his hyung’s back and gently kneaded the tense muscles in his neck. The melting tension caused him to slump further into Minho, which startled the second oldest but he was quick to adjust his position to properly support his dongsaeng’s side. “Are you okay?”, Minho asked quietly enough only for Hyunjin to hear. The younger nodded slightly, breathing: “Tired. Head hurts.” – “Painkillers?”, Minho offered, reaching up to run his fingers through his dongsaeng’s hair. “Took some”, Hyunjin mumbled but kept his eyes closed, “Not helping much though.” He drifted up soon after that, too out of it to witness the hushed conversation between his fellow dancers.

Felix kept massaging Hyunjin’s neck and shoulders while the older was asleep, hoping to release some of the tension to ease his pain. At some point, Chan had come over to feel the boy’s forehead but couldn’t detect a fever. Giving the leader s sad smile, Minho hummed: “It’s probably exhaustion. He’s been going all out during practice every single time.” Chan sighed, that truly sounded like something Hyunjin would do. “If he wakes up, let me know, please. I’ll have him warm up and record his lines right away, so he and go home and rest after that. You and Felix will be fine teaching us the choreo without him later, right?”, the leader confirmed, earning a relieved nod from Minho. The dancer couldn’t bear watching his dongsaeng destroy himself like that anymore.

As soon as Hyunjin sat up and reached for his water bottle, Minho informed him of what they had worked out with Chan. It should’ve already been red flag that the younger just thanked him and started to warm up despite his voice still being thick with sleep. The Hyunjin they knew would’ve put up a fight, insisting that he was fine to keep working and especially refusing to be sidelined during dance practice. It seemed he was truly more exhausted than he let on. He even swayed slightly when he had to get up from the couch because he was called into the recording booth. Laughing awkwardly, he slurred something about his legs having fallen asleep from sitting so long and shakily entered the recording booth to receive instructions which segment he should start with.

Hyunjin felt truly lucky that 3racha were so patient and understanding with him because nothing seemed to be going his way. Despite warming up, his voice still came out flat and with his tongue feeling heavy at the bottom of his mouth, he had frequent slip ups in his pronunciation. Everyone was understanding and tried to reassure him but Hyunjin couldn’t stop the tears from blurring his vision, making his voice sound even more choked. The stuffy air inside the recording booth certainly wasn’t helping and with his breath coming faster, it didn’t take long for the dancer to feel lightheaded. He lasted surprisingly long till the dizziness hit with the same intensity as it had the previous night. Sweat beaded on his forehead and it felt like all the air had been used up, no matter how much he breathed, it didn’t seem to be enough.

When his vision darkened, Hyunjin shakily reached for the lyric stand, clammy hand clutching cold metal. His ears rang too badly for him to hear Chan calling out to him over the speakers but goosebumps spread on his skin when a gust of wind hit his arm from Chan pushing through the door of the recording booth. Strong arms wrapped around his middle and Hyunjin let himself slump into the Aussie’s chest. “I’ve got you, let’s sit down, I’ve got you.” That promise seemed to be enough for Hyunjin’s fuzzy mind to let go of the last remnants of consciousness, his knees buckling while Chan guided him to the floor. Changbin was by their side in an instant, elevating his dongsaeng’s leg. Cursing himself for not having picked up on the signs, despite Hyunjin acting so out of character, Minho was up off the couch and with them in no time, the tiny recording booth getting cramped. He swiped the lyrics sheets off the stand, fanning Hyunjin’s pale face while feeling his pulse.

Hyunjin’s head thumped as he slowly came to, making him grimace. “Easy”, Chan shushed when the dancer tried to sit up. Changbin carefully laid the younger’s legs down and slipped out of the booth for one, to give them some space and two, to fetch his dongsaengs some water. Carding Hyunjin’s hair back, Chan hummed: “How’re you feeling?” The dancer drew a deep breath before mumbling: “Like putty. Really sore and dizzy putty though.” – “Not surprised your limbs feel sluggish and heavy”, Minho winced sympathetically, rubbing Hyunjin’s arm, “You’ve been demanding far too much of your body lately. Do you think you can stand if we help you? It’s really stuffy in here and I doubt that’s helping with the dizziness at all.”

Hoisting Hyunjin to his feet, the two eldest supported him to the couch and made him lay down there again. Felix took a seat next to him and comfortingly played with his hair while they tried to figure out their next course of action. Sending Hyunjin back to the dorm by himself was out of the question now but there also was no point of dragging him along to their schedule and make him try to rest on an uncomfortable couch in a dance practice room with music blasting from the speakers. None of them would be able to accompany him though because they’d have to learn a new choreography today and Minho and Felix were needed as their instructors.

“Hyun-e, we don’t have a good feeling sending you home alone. Not with what just happened. It’ll be too loud to rest in the practice room but you could stay here at the studio. The couch is all yours, we’d bring you lunch and collect you after practice”, Chan mused. The mention of food made Hyunjin’s stomach turn but he didn’t dare argue. Scratching the back of his neck, the leader hummed: “The second option would be manager-nim taking you back to the dorm and keeping you company while you eat. After that your not to leave your bed for anything other than using the bathroom. Safety precaution ‘cause we don’t want to come home to you passed out on the floor.” – “Option two, please, but I dunno if I can stomach anything, hyung”, Hyunjin muttered, resting his hand on his middle, “Don’t feel like eating.” – “The two of you can pick up something light, some soup maybe, on the way back”, Chan smiled, “I trust you to try your best and if you can only handle a couple of bites at a time, you’ll just try to snack throughout the rest of the day and have really small servings, okay?” The dancer nodded weakly, thanking Chan. He was glad that he could finally rest up.

[ready-for-take-off]

Hey! You might know me as readyfortakeoff on ao3, but I decided to make an account here because I noticed the kpop sickfic community was fairly active here (and there are several authors on here that I admire that I would like to support).

A little about me and what I write—

I mostly stan NCT and that's reflected in my fics, haha. My ults are Kun and Jaemin, but I'll pretty much write anything for any member of any unit & any relationship since I know them all so well (excluding Wish for now).

I also recently started stanning ZB1 and feel like I have a pretty good grasp on their personalities, so requests for them are also welcome!

I'm also very familiar with the members of BTS, TXT, and Stray Kids. I'm pretty into SKZ right now too, but not much with BTS or TXT.

There's a few groups that I'm only familiar with a few members of, like Seventeen and RIIZE. I mostly have an idea of a few members' personalities but not much about their relationships.

As for scenarios I write about—

My fics are almost always sickfics with some sort of underlying moral to be learned (you'll understand if you look at them).

I've only written about stomach-related illness so far, but would definitely like to try out other scenarios.

So now that all of that is down, here's info if you want to request something!

I am mostly doing this just for fun so there's a chance I turn down your idea for seemingly no reason (but it's actually just because I'm not confident that I can write it lol). Your idea might be better suited to another author if so.

Please be specific in your prompt and what you want/don't want.

A few things that I won't write—snz, scat, urination, smut, x reader... and basically anything else that's inherently fetish-related or explicit.

What I'm most confident in writing—stomach aches, emeto, fevers, mental health struggles—even a few hurt/comfort tropes, like fluff, cuddling etc. General hurt/comfort requests would actually be greatly welcomed along with sickfics!

I'd be most likely to answer requests about NCT and SKZ. You can also inquire about members of the other groups I mentioned, but I might need a quick description of their dynamic with the caretaker.

A quick note about emeto—I only enjoy emeto up until it reaches a loss of control extent (e.g. I can't bring myself to write it when it gets to the sickie throwing up anywhere but a receptacle). Just be aware that I might change your request a little if it goes into that territory!

Here's my new masterlist with both ao3 originals and Tumblr fics.

Thanks for reading and leave an ask with any prompts you have! Any shares would be greatly appreciated as well :)

[superwhumpage]

I've been posting a series on AO3 for almost a year now and it's got 9 parts (two multi-chapter fics, some one-shots, etc). Anyway, every morning I get AO3 emails about kudos and it sparks SO much joy when I see the same reader liking each part because it's obvious to me that they've just binge-read the entire series.

Anyway, I love the fanfic community. You guys rock. <3

[blueside-blue]

𖧧 no 18; any other way by eric nam

⊹ ship; seungjin

⊹ for; nina, spotify wrapped challenge 2022

⊹ tags; angst with happy ending, whump, existential crisis, suffering, mentions of wanting to die, being stuck in purgatory, salvation, fantasy setting

⊹ wc; 1.7k

⊹ lyrics;

I didn't know why Why happiness was fleeting in my life 'Til you, my butterfly I found you and you led me To the light Oblivious to things around me It's only in your arms, I can see That everything means Nothing without you Oh, they don't feel the things we're feeling It's got us dancing on the ceiling It's really not that hard for me To choose Because I Wouldn't have it any other way Oh-oh, any other way

When Seungmin wakes all is as always. The sand is stone-cold and hard beneath his body, the air unmoving and soundless — deafening, almost. And he himself is still breathing with his heart beating, but yet, not alive. Because who could consider the state he was in a life? If it was, certainly not one worth living. 

Seungmin has been laying here, in the emptiness that slowly seeped into his heart, without being able to say how long for at this point. He doesn’t know when he has last eaten or quenched his thirst, or if he had such needs that ought to be satisfied in the first place. But since he knows of them — thirst, hunger, desire, a will to live — there must have been a time like that. Many days must have passed since then. And if Seungmin had been counting at all, he has long lost sight of the number. Time feels permanent in this place, opening a space for questions that won’t find answers, so Seungmin has long stopped asking.

In the waste of this land where nothing is worthwhile, where no living thing is around, where it’s just stones and sand and coldness that burns hot in the night. Where there is nothing for Seungmin to do. Where he can’t even move from this spot, having long forfeited this pointless war against the forces that be who decided he shouldn’t be able to as much as lift a finger. He was damned. 

In the beginning Seungmin thought there must be a reason for him to be here, a purpose, a hint of something that at least whispered a breath of meaning into his existence. But as he watched the sun glare down at him as it traveled along the horizon with no warmth in its rays with every passing day his resolve regressed. Now he knows, he was only left here to suffer.

If this was hell, he wished he could just die again. Maybe if he closed his eyes long enough and emptied his thoughts. If he stopped thinking, breathing, *being*, then maybe, *maybe* the force of nature that has been rubbing at his skin might finally wash him away. 

So he closes his eyes and waits — for what he isn’t sure.

For a second? A minute? An hour? A day? A week? A month? A year? 

Time works weirdly in this place. 

Nothing happens. Nothing ever happens here.

But—

What was that?

Seungmin’s eyes reopen upon a weird but new sensation, one that he has not felt before, not the stark light nor the burning cold or the rigidness of the sand, brushes by his ear. It’s the tiniest whiff of air hitting his skin, moving the molecules that stay rock still even with Seungmin breathing. 

There is a flutter in the corner of Seungmin’s eye. He blinks. If he could, Seungmin would lift his head and look around, but his limbs are just so stiff and heavy. He wants to know what is causing a ripple in this world that has been standing still for so long.

And then he sees it, the little thing, gliding through the air until it lands square on the bridge of Seungmin’s nose. He goes cross-eyed with pupils blown wide as he watches the butterfly kiss his nose. Seungmin is astounded. How is this possible? A living thing in this dead place where nothing is supposed to live and grow to be beautiful and everything gets reduced to sand and dust eventually — like he had hoped he would soon, too.

The butterfly only lingers for a brief moment of time before it lifts into the air again and starts to fly away. Upon the realization that Seungmin was soon to lose the only worthwhile thing that has come to him after all this monotonous stillness that stays ever the same, something stirs in him, deep inside. 

The gears in his mind start to rattle forth and forth, faster and faster until his fingers twitch and his joints crack. The further away the butterfly goes the more desperate Seungmin becomes, he uses his brute mental force to get his muscles — heavy like stones — to move and before he knows it, he is holding himself upright, swaying on the sand. He then goes to command his body to walk, his steps leaden and unsteady, but he is moving — moving alas, towards his fleeting happiness. 

Seungmin staggers after the butterfly helplessly with his vision swimming away from him and his head spinning. It’s hard to keep track of its colorful flicker through the pure mental struggle that is necessary to keep his body afloat, but nevertheless he doesn’t allow the butterfly to ever leave his field of vision. He can’t afford to lose *this* too.

The butterfly flitters and flutters and Seungmin stumbles and bumbles, drawing in closer and closer until the butterfly is almost an arm’s reach away. Just a few more steps, just a little more and happiness shall be his own again. He is so, so close now.

In an act of despair and misjudgment Seungmin lunges forward in a desperate attempt to catch the butterfly. Before he knows it, he is falling and rolling down one of the sand dunes, his world turning round and round and upside down. When he comes to a halt, dusted and ditched like an overripe fruit fallen to the ground and left to rot, he spots the butterfly again immediately. It’s trailing after him, then passes on top of him and Seungmin watches its airy dance with amazement. 

When it then goes to pass above his head and Seungmin is yet again in danger of losing sight of the beautiful butterfly and craning his neck isn’t enough anymore to keep track, he gathers his last set of strength to roll onto his back. Only then does he notice they have reached a clearance and Seungmin is met with an even more incredible sight displayed in front of him and the butterfly right in the center. 

In the middle of it there is shimmering blue and emerald green with spots of purples, reds, and yellows, shining in stark contrast to the greyish sand beneath him. Now an overwhelming sense of thirst washes over Seungmin, the feeling is unfamiliar and new. His mouth feels as dry as parchment paper it’s as if death is clawing down his throat. Having fallen down and being unable to muster up the strength to get up again and walk, he can only stay on the ground and crawl, following the butterfly fluttering away toward the oasis — into paradise. 

In that moment it feels like as if salvation is almost so near he can taste it and yet so so so far away. Even though his arms are shaking like leaves in the wind, his legs feel numb, heavy, and lifeless, like dead weight dragging at the end of his body, Seungmin doesn’t want to give up. He moves on. He wants to reach. He wants to drink. He wants to feel alive again. The butterfly made it so.

He meets the little thing by the shore after what feels like an eternity and Seungmin doesn’t waste a second then. The moment he finally, *finally* reaches the water, he lowers his head and drinks from it until his belly is bursting. He drinks and drinks and drinks until his insides are gurgling and he feels sick to the stomach and *yet* his thirst isn’t quenched the slightest bit.

Seungmin wonders, why this all still feels so unsatisfactory? Wasn’t this what he had wanted so desperately?

When he then turns to look for the beautiful butterfly, the ethereal being that saved his life, he is instead met with the sight of a globe of light radiating next to him — exactly where the butterfly had been. Inside of the burning hot rays he can make out a silhouette. The figure glows so bright, brighter than the luminous sun high up to the sky. Seungmin feels as though, he has been blinded by the flash of light but can’t seem to tear his gaze away.

“My brave soldier,” the figure says, voice ringing clear in Seungmin‘s ears. “Your suffering will end today. My hand is won. We may return home, soon to be wedded as it had been your last dying wish.”

The glow has started to dim now and Seungmin can make out some features of the figure going to kneel down next to him. A man with kind eyes and golden locks framing his otherworldly face. There is concern written all over his face and— *Are those shimmering crystals tears in his eyes?*

“My love, do you not remember?” The stranger suddenly sobs as he reaches out to touch Seungmin by the shoulder, making a zing of energy bolt through the whole of his body. 

Then a dam breaks. The gates of unlocked memories fall down and flood Seungmin’s and then — then he remembers. 

“Hyunjin! My Hyunjin!” Seungmin wails as tears begin to burst from his eyes, too. Like a well that has been run dry bubbling up with new water again. And Seungmin feels alive again. 

Hyunjin moves to pull Seungmin’s frail body into his welcome and warm embrace, holding him close while rocking him back and forth and back and forth like a baby. There might be some truth to it since Seungmin feels as though he has been reborn. Breathing for the first time after coming from darkness into the light, weeping and crying, feeling as bare as a newborn, completely stripped off, when everything is new and fresh and intense and just too much. 

This was just too much, but the tighter Hyunjin holds him the more memories return to Seungmin. Those of a life that had been, of love and struggles, of difficult decisions and promises. A life full of ups and downs, lefts and rights and every ugly emotion he felt in his life. And now that he remembers why he had been at this place, in this purgatory, and knows what it had been for, *who* it had been for. It all feels worthwhile. 

And frankly, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

[newbbystay]

*screeching*

THAT WAS SO GOOOOD!!!!!!!

I love ur writing sm, like I would worship you if you wrote this request, basically, you are the 9th member of skz, yall are all dating, and today, they all had a concert. The first half of it went fine, but somewhere in the second half, you all heard gunshots, you reacting the fastest, saw them heading to (member of your choice) so you shove them out of the way while you take the bullet (chivalrous ikr). The members all immediately stop the concert despite u reassuring then you could finish (with blood everywhere) then the ending is just comfort and angst bc they didn't sallow u to do anything, and you got bored. Plsss take ur time if ur going to make this, I will literally cherish this with my heart if you make it

𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖?

Warning: Angst

Summary: Request!

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

It happened so fast.

One second, Y/N was standing next to Felix and Han, laughing and joking around with them, and the next, there was a blood-curdling scream that shattered the lighthearted atmosphere.

"Guys, duck!" Y/N screamed, her voice sharp and urgent.

She barely had time to process what was happening before instinct took over. In a split second, she shoved Felix and Han out of the way, her hands landing on their shoulders with enough force to knock them off balance. The world seemed to slow as they stumbled back, confusion still clouding their faces.

"Y/N—what—?" Felix started to say, but his words were cut off by the deafening sound of something heavy crashing against the floor.

The moment she pushed them away, Y/N’s eyes darted to the source of the danger. She had been watching them—Felix, Han, and the rest of the group—having fun, playing with the toys and gifts they had gotten from STAY. It was supposed to be a lighthearted day, a sign-meet with fans, some laughter, and silly moments. But something had felt off all day. The atmosphere felt thinner, like the air itself was stretched too tight, and Changbin had been out with a stomach bug, so the energy was lower than usual. They didn’t want to do the event, but it had been scheduled. They had no choice.

They’d gathered so many toys and gifts from STAY that it seemed like they were almost swimming in them. But right now, they were just strolling on stage, talking casually to the fans in the crowd. Y/N had been teasing Chan all day—playfully, of course. Then she had moved on to teasing the members of the Racha subunit—Felix and Han—just like she always did.

"Y/Nnie, look," Felix giggled, suddenly putting a pair of bunny ears on her head.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head in amusement as she grabbed a pair of oversized sunglasses from one of the gifts. "I look ridiculous," she said, still smiling.

"Let's take a picture!" Han beamed, grabbing the selfie stick and clicking a few shots, each one more ridiculous than the last.

Y/N held up a tiny pony plushie in front of them, laughing at how tiny it was. "Look what STAY got me," she giggled, passing it to the two of them.

The pair squatted down, completely entranced by the toy, their faces lighting up with genuine curiosity. Y/N snapped a few pictures of them, capturing how adorable they looked. She smiled softly, feeling a deep warmth in her chest. These were the moments she treasured—the small, quiet seconds when everything felt perfect.

Her gaze shifted over to Hyunjin, who was laughing with his usual carefree energy. She raised an eyebrow, confused, before her eyes landed on Chan.

The sight that met her eyes made her stifle a laugh. Chan, their leader, was wearing a tiara. It was completely ridiculous.

"So silly," she thought, shaking her head with a grin. She opened her mouth to call out to the crowd.

"Stay, don't you think our leader is a little too old to be a princess?" she teased, her voice light and playful.

Before she could even finish her sentence, she heard Chan yell, "Hey!" into the microphone, and a few giggles escaped from the crowd.

STAY responded with loud, drawn-out "nooo's," their laughter ringing out. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully at them but kept her focus on Han and Felix, who were still deeply engrossed in the tiny pony toy.

But something didn’t feel right. A strange sense of unease settled in her chest, making her skin crawl. She was on high alert now, her body rigid as her eyes scanned the surroundings. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

And then it happened.

A sound.

It was faint at first—a click, barely noticeable over the laughter and chatter around her. But it was enough to make Y/N freeze. The sound sent a jolt of adrenaline straight through her, and her military training kicked in. She had been through safety drills before debut, and she knew exactly what that sound was.

A gunshot.

Before she could react, a blur of motion caught her eye. A figure—clad in a large hoodie, with Felix’s SKZOO merch clearly visible—stood up from the crowd. The person’s face was obscured, but their intent was clear. The girl was shaking, tears streaking down her face, but her hands were steady as she raised the weapon in their direction.

Her heart hammered in her chest. Y/N didn’t have time to think. The world moved in slow motion as she lunged forward, adrenaline flooding her body.

"NO!" Y/N screamed, her hands pushing Han and Felix out of the way just as the girl pulled the trigger.

The loud bang of the gunshot reverberated in her ears as Y/N threw herself onto the ground, the sharp, metallic scent of fear thick in the air. Felix and Han hit the floor in a tangle of limbs, their faces contorted in confusion and terror. But Y/N barely noticed.

Her eyes were trained on the girl. The gun had been aimed at the boys, and Y/N’s body had moved before her mind could even catch up.

Everything happened so fast. One second, they were all laughing and smiling, and the next, Y/N had just saved their lives.

But the danger wasn't over. The moment her body hit the ground, she heard the sound of people shouting, running, and chaos erupting all around her.

Security was swift, moving through the chaos like trained professionals, their hands outstretched to clear the crowd and usher the members away from danger. But in the chaos, Felix crawled toward her, his face twisted in panic. His hands grasped at her arm, pulling her closer as he let out a strangled yelp of distress.

"Y/N! No, no, no!" he cried, his voice breaking.

She could barely move, her body feeling heavy and unresponsive. The adrenaline rush was fading, and all that was left was pain. As security worked to move her out of harm's way, Y/N’s side felt like it was on fire. It stung with every movement, sharp and unbearable. She forced her eyes open, her vision hazy, and that’s when she saw it.

Blood.

It was seeping through the fabric of her crop top, dark and spreading quickly. Her breath hitched in her throat.

"Y/N?!" Han’s voice was frantic, barely audible over the chaos, but she could hear the terror in his tone as he tried to reach her. His voice cracked. "Oh my God… Y/N!"

Through the blur of bodies and flashing lights, she saw Chan, Hyunjin, I.N, and Seungmin being pushed away, separated from the group. But even from a distance, Y/N could hear Chan's voice—loud, desperate, shouting for them.

"Do something!" Felix screamed at the security guard who was already dialing 911, his voice thick with panic.

"Y/N? Can you hear me?" Han sobbed, his hands trembling as he tried to pull off her tight clothes to check the wound, his movements erratic in his panic. Felix had moved to her side, gently cradling her head in his hands, trying to keep her conscious.

"We need backup!" the security guard shouted, his voice tense as he spoke into his radio.

Y/N could barely register what was happening. Everything was moving too fast, and she felt too much, too much pressure, too much noise, too many people around her.

"Guys? Where are you?!" I.N shouted, pushing through the commotion, his voice filled with alarm as he searched frantically for his friends.

"Get Chan, I.N!" Felix yelled, his eyes wild with fear. "She got shot! Get him now!"

I.N froze for a second, stunned by the reality of the situation. His gaze swept over Y/N’s body, the blood staining her clothes, and his eyes went wide in shock. "What the hell?!" he gasped, his voice shaking as he took a step back.

"Get Chan, now! Go!" Han shouted again, his voice hoarse from the panic that was threatening to consume him. He reached down, trying to stop the bleeding, but his hands shook too much to do anything useful. He was a mess, just as terrified as Felix.

"Ow..." Y/N gasped, the pain intensifying now that the adrenaline was wearing off. A sharp, searing ache shot through her abdomen, and she couldn’t stop the scream that tore from her throat. It was raw, desperate, and filled with a pain she couldn’t even understand.

Everyone was crowding around her, too many hands, too much noise, too much pressure. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She wanted them all to stop.

"Felix? Han?" she gasped, her chest rising and falling in shallow, panicked breaths. She felt like she was suffocating. "Please... please, let me go." Her voice was weak, barely above a whisper. She couldn’t stand it—everything was too much. She wanted space. She wanted air.

"Baby, we’re right here," Felix’s voice was soft, but there was desperation in it. He was cradling her head, his fingers gentle against her skin. "We’re not going anywhere. We're right here, okay?"

"Chan... Chan..." Y/N whimpered, her hands trembling as she reached out for anything, anything to grab onto. Her fingers found nothing but air. She could feel the pain growing, spreading through her body, and she knew she couldn’t last much longer without him.

"Chan..." she repeated, her voice breaking as she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to hold on.

The paramedics were on her now, their hands moving quickly as they hooked her up to various machines, pushing IVs into her arms, trying to stabilize her. Y/N barely felt it. The sharp prick of the needles was nothing compared to the agony she felt in her abdomen.

"We need space!" one of the paramedics barked, his voice cold and professional, as the others worked to stabilize her. The security guards, looking frantic themselves, began pushing Felix and Han away to give the paramedics room to work.

"No!" Felix shouted, struggling against the security guard’s hold. His heart was hammering in his chest. "I need to be right here! She’s claustrophobic—don’t you see? She’ll panic if you take us away!"

"Please, we need space to work!" the paramedic insisted, his voice hardening as he tried to maintain control of the situation.

But Felix wasn’t backing down. He twisted in the guard’s grip, desperation clear on his face. "No! You don’t understand! She’ll freak out! She needs us! She needs me!"

"Where is she?! Where is she?!" Chan’s voice rang through the air, raw with panic as he shoved his way through the crowd. His eyes were bloodshot, his face streaked with tears, and his entire body trembled with rage and fear.

I.N had reached him, breathless from running, and before he could say anything, Chan’s eyes locked onto him, wild and frantic. "Where is she?!" he demanded again, his voice breaking.

"She’s over here! She’s over here!" I.N shouted, pointing through the crowd. "They’re working on her, Chan. They’re trying to save her."

The scene in front of him was like a nightmare. Chan’s heart stopped for a moment as he caught sight of Y/N, bloodied and pale, surrounded by paramedics, with Felix and Han still hovering anxiously at her side. His chest tightened, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe.

He had to get to her. He had too. He couldn’t lose her.

With one final push, Chan broke through the crowd, his eyes wide, his breath ragged. "Y/N!" he cried, reaching for her.

His hands gripped hers with a desperation that didn’t care about the blood soaking into his clothes. The warmth of her skin, so pale and lifeless, felt like the last connection he had to her.

"We need to transfer her now," the paramedic said, his voice steady but urgent. "I’m sorry, sir. You can ride with us if you’d like."

Chan barely heard him. His focus was on Y/N, on her cold hand slipping from his as the paramedics gently lifted her onto the stretcher. His grip faltered, but he didn’t want to let go. Please don’t leave me, his mind screamed, but reality was moving too fast.

“Y-yeah, I’m coming,” he whispered, wiping his face with the back of his hand, trying to clear the tears, but it didn’t matter. They kept coming. He took a shaky breath and stood up, his legs feeling like they might collapse beneath him. He had to move.

“I need Lee Know. Where is he?” Chan asked, his voice hoarse as he searched frantically for a familiar face.

One of the managers, still on the phone, glanced up from her conversation. “His changing room. He doesn’t know anything’s going on right now,” she said quickly, cutting off the call. “Go get Lee Know now,” she ordered another staff member, who immediately ran off in search of the missing member.

Chan nodded, turning to go after Y/N’s stretcher, but a shout stopped him in his tracks.

“Hyung!”

His heart skipped a beat. He turned, finding Felix in I.N’s arms, his face streaked with tears, his body shaking violently. Han, still in a state of panic, had managed to get through the crowd and was now crumpled into Chan’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“This is my fault, hyung! This is all my fault!” Han choked out between gasps for air, his voice thick with guilt. “She won’t forgive me, she won’t forgive me…”

Chan’s heart broke for him. He pulled Han closer, trying to soothe him, even though his own chest felt like it was being crushed. “Hey… shh,” he cooed softly, brushing his hand through Han’s hair. “Stop. It’s not your fault. You hear me? None of this is your fault. Don’t think like that.”

Han’s sobs only grew louder, and Chan, desperate to calm him, took off his sweater and wrapped it around Han’s shoulders. He was only wearing a vest, and Chan could see how shaken and cold he was. “Let’s go to the hospital, yeah?” Chan said, his voice firm but gentle.

Han nodded slowly, wiping his face with a trembling hand. “Yeah… yeah, hyung.”

Before they could move, another voice cut through the commotion, sharp and full of rage.

“Hyung?! What the hell?!”

Chan turned to find Lee Know standing at the edge of the crowd, his face flushed with anger and confusion. His brow was furrowed, and his eyes—bloodshot from lack of sleep and stress—were scanning the room in disbelief.

“Why wasn’t I told before? Where is she? What the hell happened?” Lee Know was seething, his voice low but furious, and Chan felt his stomach drop.

“She’s with the paramedics,” Chan said quickly, trying to keep his voice steady despite the chaos. “I need you to take the kids and meet me at the hospital. Please.”

Lee Know barely seemed to hear him. His eyes were still darting around the room, searching for something, anything, that could make sense of the mess. “Okay, but if she dies, I swear to God…” His voice trembled with emotion, a dangerous edge creeping into his words. “I’ll sue this company. I don’t care about my image. If anything happens to her…”

“Lee Know, not now, please…” Chan interrupted, his voice pleading as he grabbed his phone from the assistant who had been trying to help him. He needed to leave. He needed to be with her. “Just take care of the kids. Get them to the hospital.”

Lee Know nodded sharply, his face tight with a mix of anger and worry. He didn’t say anything more as he reached for Han, pulling him gently out of Chan’s arms. “I got you, Han. Let’s go.”

Chan didn’t have time to process it all. He was already rushing through the crowd, trying to catch up with the paramedics. His mind was a blur, thoughts racing too fast to make sense of them. All that mattered was Y/N. He had to be with her.

As he finally caught up with the paramedics, his heart skipped again. He sat in the back as he watched them work. He could hear them talking to each other, medical jargon flying over his head, but he didn’t care about any of it. His eyes were fixed on Y/N’s pale form, her chest rising and falling with the aid of an oxygen mask. Her face was still, and the blood on her clothes haunted him, more than any words could.

"Y/N…" he whispered, his voice cracking. "Please, stay with me. Please."

One of the paramedics glanced at him, then at Y/N. "We’re almost there, sir. We need you to stay calm. We’ll do everything we can."

But Chan barely heard them. His grip on his phone tightened, his thumb brushing over the screen as he dialed Changbin, his mind only focused on one thing: whoever did this had to pay.

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[sickskz]

Obviously, I had to write a sickfic based on the skz Consequence interview…

You can find the whole interview on YouTube if you wanna watch the whole thing!

Now bear with me, this is the first time I’ve done any creative writing in YEARS and I’ve never written a K-pop sickfic before.

Previously when I’ve written, I’ve always written mostly in 3rd person, but with a limited insight from the sick persons point of view.

In this, I wanted to capture both Hyunjins side of the story, his emotions etc, but also some from Seungmin- naturally. Idk, I enjoyed writing it, but I do find it a little hard to make the shift feel smooth.

Please let me know what you think! I definitely would like to write more sickfics, this was an alluring start… and I really would like to improve!

Enjoy

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Blurred edges

It was almost like muscle memory, the way Hyunjin reached out his hand and waved it in a circle in front of Seungmins face. His other hand rested down on his shoulder as he looked at him, concern blooming in his chest.

He could notice the looks from the other members, but luckily Bang Chan held the microphone and answered the final question before they were free to leave. The camera crew could focus on him, Hyunjin thought, and he could focus on Seungmin.

His absent gaze lingered in the nothingness a little longer than Hyunjin liked, but after a second, Seungmin turned to his bandmate with a dazed blink. His expression was unchanged and vacant, eyes still glazed, but there was a silent understanding. He just wanted it to be over, and hoped it would be soon. Seungmin turned to look at Chan, dizzily trying to comprehend what he was saying.

Hyunjins hand moved from his shoulder to gently caress the back of Seungmins neck, noting the cool dampness of his skin and the heat radiating from him. He prayed the cameras didn’t catch the way he visibly cringed, unable to mask his worry. At the very least that it wouldn’t make the cut. He just felt so helpless, watching Seungmin struggle in such pained silence.

He had forgotten the ‘don’t draw attention to it’ completely in favor of checking in on his dongsaeng. It was the end of the interview anyways, so it was fine.

“-so, buckle up and get ready for the storm to come” he heard Chan finish the interview with a perfect flourish, and everyone gave a small round of applause. Hyunjin merely pat his free hand against his outer thigh, too preoccupied with Seungmin.

If it was possible, Seungmins complexion had paled even more since the start of the interview, and Hyunjin couldn’t help but notice how dull his eyes were. The worry burned in his chest.

That morning, when he had asked, Seungmin had merely shrugged and said he felt a little ‘off’. But during breakfast, Hyunjin had watched as Seungmin managed to stomach nothing but half a saltine and a couple sips of water. This wasn’t just exhaustion. Something was obviously wrong.

Chan exchanged a few more words with the interviewer, and once the cameras were off, the tension in the air seemed to shift. Without warning, Seungmin slumped forward in his seat. Hyunjin was by his side in an instant, wrapping an arm around his waist as the feverish boy wavered on his feet.

“Come on” he said with a voice so tender it almost cradled his words. Seungmin ducked his head, eyes blearily looking at the path before him as they trudged together towards the dressing room.

During the objectively short walk, Hyunjin couldn’t help but steal glances at him, increasingly aware of how he was not just supporting him, but carrying more of his weight with each step. Seungmin could hardly take a single step of his own, his feet dragging sluggishly and stumbling against the floor.

“Soon there, Minnie, I got you” Hyunjin murmured, unsure if Seungmin even heard him, but giving it a try nonetheless.

The door to the dressing room was just down the hall, only a few more steps to go.

“Hyung…”

Hyunjin wasn’t sure if Seungmin had stumbled on the threshold or if his body simply gave out, but in an instant, he was just about carrying deadweight.

“Shit-“ Seungmin felt like a deflating balloon in his arms, his face pale and his breathing shallow and erratic. Before anyone could react, a deep, guttural gurgle echoed from his throat. Hyunjin’s eyes shot wide, but he didn’t move as a surge of vomit erupted from Seungmin’s mouth, splashing across his jacket sleeve and hitting the floor with a nauseating splat.

Hyunjin swiftly dropped himself down to sit on one knee, easing Seungmin’s collapsing form into a safer position, his body the only thing holding him up. One arm wrapped tightly around Seungmin’s back and waist, the other crossing over his chest to keep him from toppling forward. He couldn’t tell if Seungmin was even conscious—his body felt like it was barely holding itself together by the seams.

Another choked noise tore through Seungmin, and a second wave of vomit poured from his pale lips, mixing with the mess already on the floor. Hyunjin didn’t even register the mess on his jacket, his attention fixed entirely on Seungmin, and what he could possibly do to help. Seungmin’s body shook like a leaf, wringing itself out, before going completely limp in his arms.

“Seungmin—” Hyunjin’s voice caught in his throat, his breath hitching with panic. “Help! Someone!” he cried out, his voice sharp and desperate as he pulled Seungmin’s unresponsive body against his chest.

Shaking, he shuffled away from the rancid mess on the floor, carefully lowering his bandmate down with trembling hands. His fingers moved instinctively to Seungmin’s neck, checking for a pulse. A rush of relief washed over him. Thank god— it was fast and weak, but at least he was still alive..

The echo of multiple sets of feet pounding down the hallway was almost disorienting, but Hyunjin barely registered it as he looked down at Seungmin, his chest tight. When he finally glanced back, he saw the rest of the group rushing toward them, their faces a mix of confusion and fear.

Chan was quick to take charge, sending out orders and making sure the scene was as secluded as it could be in an open hallway. They called the medics, and the rest of the members shielded the boys on the floor from the onlooking crews.

Within a minute or so, medical staff took over, and Hyunjin sat frozen on the floor, eyes watery and heart pounding rapidly against his chest.

Seungmin remained motionless, his brows pinched together in what seemed to be pain, his skin an alarming shade of ashen white. The sight made Hyunjin’s stomach churn, dread clawing its way up his throat.

God, please don’t let this be as bad as it feels, he thought desperately. Why hadn’t he pushed him harder that morning? If he’d insisted, maybe they could’ve postponed the interview, or Seungmin could have been excused— maybe this could’ve been avoided altogether.

“Hey-“ Changbins voice broke through his spiralling thoughts. Hyunjin flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder, but when he looked up, he saw his hyung offering a look of care and concern. “Are you okay?”

For the first time since Seungmin had collapsed, Hyunjin allowed himself to exhale. He dropped his head forwards, hiding his face in his hands as he took a couple deep breaths to steady himself.

“Y-yeah” he cleared his throat, raising his head back up and meeting Changbins gaze.

“I just… I just need him to feel better” he concluded. His voice carried much less power than he intended, deflated and shaky. Changbins wrapped a strong arm around him, welcoming his slimmer frame into a comforting hug. Hyunjin didn’t oppose it, latching onto his hyung as the burning in his chest kept soaring.

“He’s going to be okay” Changbin said, and although there was a shakiness in his voice as well, Hyunjin believed him. Seungmin was going to be okay. He had to be.

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The world around him came to in pieces, everything muffled like his body was floating weightlessly in icy water, the chill seeping deep into his aching bones. His head pounded in a rhythmic manner, like a dull drumbeat synchronised with his heart.

Seungmin fully expected to open his eyes to find the ceiling of a hotel room looking back at him. He didn’t. Nor was he in a comfy hotel bed, much to his dismay. Wait, what was going on?

With his eyes cracked open to slits, he meekly scanned the space around him the best he could without moving his body the slightest. A couch. He was on a couch, his neck propped up by pillows and his legs resting across someone's lap. Hyunjin's lap, his hazy mind finally supplied.

His gaze drifted downward, catching on a faint sting in his left arm. Confusion deepened as he noticed the plastic tubing taped into his skin, trailing up toward a steel pole standing beside the couch. A bag hung from it, clear liquid dripping methodically into the IV line.

His stomach twisted in knots, a wave of nausea gnawing in the pits, and he groaned softly. It was a quiet sound, but it was enough.

The weight beneath his legs shifted, and Hyunjin startled, his head snapping up from where it had been resting against the couch. His eyes widened, locking onto Seungmin with immediate, unguarded relief.

“You’re awake” Hyunjin said, a soft, relieved smile stretching across his face. Even so, there was evident tension in his expression. Concern. “How do you feel, ‘minnie?”

Seungmin blinked slowly, still feeling so out of it all. He parted his lips to say respond, but the only sound coming out was a small, unsteady breath. Hyunjins face softened, and his hand moved instinctively to rub Seungmins leg in reassurance.

“It’s okay, take it easy” the older of the two murmured, gently massaging the aching muscles in Seungmins calf.

Hyunjin was only wearing a white t-shirt, and Seungmin couldn’t help but wonder how he wasn’t freezing. He was, and he had… what, 6 jackets covering him? Could they really not find a blanket?

Clearing his throat, Seungmin winced at the sharp sting that radiated into his jaw. “Hmm.. what.. what’s going on?” He finally mustered, his eyes fluttering close to relieve them of the strain.

Hyunjins hand paused for a moment, but then squeezed his leg gently. “You passed out..” he started explaining, voice sheepish as if he was dialling it down to not alarm him.

“After the interview.. your fever was so high we almost had to have you admitted to hospital, ‘Minnie” Hyunjin clicked his tongue, taking a small break in his speech before continuing “luckily, the IV fluids and medication the medics sat up for you was very effective. We’re in a private back room right now, they said we could stay here until you get a little better”

Seungmin frowned slightly, trying to piece the fragments of his hazy memory together. He remembered feeling weak, dizzy, nauseous, hot, cold. But everything that happened after he left the studio was a total blur. His eyes fluttered open again, confusion hanging over him like a dark cloud.

He startled a little when he saw Hyunjin pointing some alien-gun looking device to his forehead, hovering just above his skin. It beeped, and Hyunjin pulled it back with a concentrated expression.

“38.8°C (102.F).. much better at least” Hyunjin said with a soft ‘tsk’, and Seungmin couldn’t help but wonder how high his fever must have been if that was considered ‘much better’.

“How long..” Seungmin trailed off, voice small. Hyunjin looked at the clock ticking on the wall. “You’ve been out for almost two hours.” He explained, and Seungmin felt his stomach drop for reasons beyond his ailment. “But it’s okay- the others aren’t even back yet. They decided to do another appearance with a studio close by so you could get some time to recover. We can probably leave when they finish” Hyunjin quickly added, sensing the distress that flashed through his eyes.

He wanted to ask more, guilt was clawing at his heart, but his energy was quickly waning. “I’m sorry… ‘didn’t mean to cause trouble..” he managed softly, tears stinging the corner of his eyes. Hyunjins eyes softened, and he shook his head, the corner of his lips twitching upward.

“Don’t” his hyung said with a sigh. “You didn't cause any trouble, Seungmin. Just get some rest. The others will be here to pick us up soon enough”

Seungmin's chest tightened in something close to gratitude, but he didn't have the strength to say more. His bandmates cared so much for him that it made his heart ache, the least he could do was try to get better for them as soon as possible.

The soft sound of Hyunjin's voice, the rhythmic drip of the IV, and the comforting weight of his touch lulled him back into a drowsy, half-conscious state. And for once, it felt okay to just let go and sleep.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

72/10 & 74/5 Doesn't have to be pack but would be interesting to see ot8 reacting to reader saying the first half of each prompt. Like reader did something dumb (drank too much or did something dangerous while in a funk) and the guys are mixed emotions. Like some are all baby reader while at least 2 of them decided the cold facts are better.

SKZ PROMPT GAME

Prompts: "I want to get better, I just don't know how...." "That's bullshit."

"How, exactly, is this my fault?" "How is it not?!"

Members: OT8, Platonic BTS Appearance

Relationship: Mafia Boss's Daughter!FemReader x Rival Mafia!OT8

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Dark Themes, Guns, Mafia Shit, Hostages, Whump, Injuries, Torture, Minor Character Death

"Okay, no more surprises, right?" You ask into your earpiece hopefully, breathing hard, swiping some sweaty hair out of your eyes as you drag the last body into the storage closet and slam the door shut with your foot.

It's a tight fit, but you make it work.

"Yeah, right. Totally." Hoseok's voice echoes in response through the earpiece, and you hear keys clacking frantically somewhere in the background on some piece of equipment.

Something in his voice makes you take pause, and you blow out a huff of breath, leaning against the wall for a moment as you ready yourself to breach the next corner.

"Jung."

"Yeah, yeah. Here's the thing-" He hedges out, voice still bright, even though you're sure he's readying himself to tell you bad news. "-we accounted for all the security in our plans, right? But I'm getting some thermal imaging from the fourth floor that doesn't seem to fit."

You breathe out harshly through your nose.

The tactical gear you wear-dressed in black from head to toe-is making you sweat like a motherfucker, and the mask you wear is starting to itch.

"Fine. We'll deal with it when we get there." You bite out, creeping forward, gun held out cautiously in front of you, as you ready yourself to round the corner. "Just find us a clear path to the roof."

"Roger that."

You motion to the two men behind you to follow close on your trail, and dart around the corner, clearing the area with one discerning sweep of your gaze before you stand up straight and let out the breath you'd been holding.

"Fuck." One of the men behind you swears under his breath at the sight of the empty hallway, almost sounding disappointed. "I was really hoping there'd be more of our old friends waiting for us. I'm itching for a good brawl."

You toss him an unimpressed glance over your shoulder, and you see his eyes light with a grin behind his goggles as he shrugs easily, as if you haven't just finished demolishing almost a dozen men on your trek to this position on the second floor.

The other man elbows him hard in the side, making him yelp, even though you know he couldn't have felt it through the bulletproof vests you all wear.

Your father may be a bastard, but he'd taught you, and these men, how to prepare for a fight, you'd give him that much.

"Shut the fuck up, Tae. Only you would be disappointed we don't have a fight ahead of us."

"Park." You ignore their ribbing, and motion the other man forward to your side. He advances and listens closely as you say, "You and Kim take the north stairwell. I'll take the south. Hopefully Jeon will beat us to the rendesvouz point and back us up for whatever Jung saw on the imaging equipment."

"Got it, boss." Park intones seriously, before grabbing his buddy and dragging him down the hall to the intended stairwell.

You take a moment after they disappear, to catch your breath and quiet your thoughts.

You need to be on full firing mode for this next part.

You're about to face your father, and you can't back down. Not this time.

Not when he holds something so dear captive.

Creeping to the stairwell, you move upward, clearing the floors as you go, moving steadily toward your goal.

When you reach the door to the fourth floor, you pause, hand hovering over the doorknob.

"Jung."

"Yeah. I see you." You hear typing and then he says, "You're all clear from what I can see. Thermal imaging isn't picking anything up anymore."

You consider that, letting your hand drop to the door knob as you check in with the others.

"Kim. Park. You in position?"

"Roger that."

"Yes, ma'am."

You nod and take in a steadying breath, readying the gun in your free hand, ignoring the sweat that is dripping down your forehead and stinging your eyes.

"Min. You have visual of the rooftop?"

"Yeah." Your sniper comes in over the speaker, and you can hear the sneer in his voice when he says, "Bastard has everyone right where we thought he would."

That's good at least.

Your father has never been anything but predictable, and your little band of rebels, and friends, now defectors, used to be under his command, giving you the advantage in this attack.

You all know how he moves by now.

"Kim." You speak to the other hacker now, the one who has been silent all this time. "Make sure all the security feeds are looped still."

His deep, serious voice comes over your earpiece a moment later.

"Affirmative. You're good to move."

Taking that as your signal, you shove open the door to the fourth floor and go through, guns blazing.

No one is there.

"Fuck." You swear under your breath, because there should have been a small detail of your father's security here at least, if the pattern of the previous floors was to be believed, and it's suspicious that the floor is empty and silent.

Park and Kim appear from their respective stairwell at the same time as you, and you all stare each other down across the empty landing for a brief moment of frozen time.

"What the fuck-" Kim starts to say into his mic, glancing around, but is interrupted at the entrance of your fourth and final agent in the building.

"Jeon, what the fuck is going on here?" You demand, stepping toward the younger man, as he holsters his gun and slides a long knife out of a pocket on his tactical pants.

"They fucking all moved to the roof." He replies, slightly breathless, motioning with a jerk of his head to the open door behind him, leading to rooftop access. "They knew we were coming."

"Shit." Park swears vehemently, kicking his boot hard against the wall of the hallway, making a large whole in the flimsy dry wall.

"How did they find out?" Kim hisses at the youngest, who throws his arms in the air helplessly.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?! How, exactly, is this my fault?"

" How is it not?! You were advance recon!"

"Okay, okay." You cut in sharply, reaching up under your protective goggles to rub at your nose for a moment. "We go on with the plan. He was bound to be one step ahead of us, but we accounted for that, because we all know how the son of a bitch works. We're fine."

The men nod, gathering their composure, pulling out their weapons once more as you turn for the rooftop access.

"Let's go-"

Before you can motion them forward after you, a gun shot rings out and a bullet ricochets sharply against the metal doorframe above Jeon's head, making him swear and duck for cover.

The rest of you don't hesitate, scrabbling behind debris and doorways to avoid the sudden rain of gunfire.

"What the fuck-?" Kim says for the second time in as many minutes, raising his voice over the sound of gunfire, as he leans out around the doorframe and takes down one of the guards rushing from the opposite end of the hall. "We cleared that stairwell!"

"What's going on? We lost video feed!" You hear Jung say through your earpiece in a panicked sort of voice.

"They fucking ambushed us!" You shout back, leaning around your cover to take a shot at an advancing guard.

He goes down with a sharp cry and a bullet in the chest.

"Fuck." Jung swears, and you hear him scraping his chair across to another console. "I'll try to get feeds back up. Hang in there."

"Fucking bastards." Beside you, Park leans around your shoulder to shoot another guard, this time, taking him down with a well aimed shot to the head.

Kim laughs gleefully, a little unhinged, shooting another of your father's detail in the slit between their goggles and helmet, blood spraying like a fine film across the opposing wall as the man goes down.

Jeon slides across the floor to take cover on the opposite side of the hall, taking down another two guards as he does so, a knife lodged in one man's throat, a bullet through the other's skull.

You're suddenly very glad in that moment that they're all on your side.

Another guard goes down on the heap of piled bodies, and suddenly, the hallway is quiet, the ringing in your ears from gunfire pitching upward as the dying men fall silent.

You stand up carefully, gun still at attention, surveying the area, and Jeon stands up with a groan across from you.

"Fuck, you're hit." Park exclaims, and your gaze instantly whips to Jeon as the other man hurries to his side, carefully lifting his arm and expecting the gunshot wound there, blood seeping sluggishly through the dark fabric of his tactical gear.

"It's just a graze, Jiminie." Jeon says with a slight grunt and a half smile in the other man's direction. "Nothing I can't handle."

You let out the breath you've been holding and glance to the stairs that lead to the rooftop, to your father.

"Okay. Let's go."

Behind you, you hear the other three men follow you silently up the steps, then,

"Why didn't you fucking warn us about the move to the roof, hyung?" That's Kim, hissing into the mic.

"I didn't fucking find out in time." Min grates back in response, sounding furious and on edge. "They cut the lights when they cut the feeds."

"Shit." Park mutters. "Another sure sign they know we're coming."

"We're walking right into a trap." Jeon adds, though they don't stop following you up the stairs, not even hesitating as you reach the door at the top.

"I know, but what the fuck else can I do?" You snap back in response, hand already on the doorknob, gun at the ready. "I'm not letting him have this. Or them."

A heavy hand goes on your shoulder, and you glance over into Kim's dark eyes, flashing behind his goggles with determination.

"And he won't." He offers you the hint of a grim smile and motions toward the door with his chin. "Let's give him hell."

You take in a deep breath, glancing around at the other guys, who look just as determined as their brother, and nod.

"Alright. On my count."

"One."

You turn the door knob.

"Two."

All your guns go up, the guys shuffling in to flank you.

"Three."

You slam into the door with your shoulder and all emerge onto the rooftop.

And just like you thought, your father is standing there, surrounded by his most trusted security detail, and at their feet, with guns to all of their heads, is your eight men.

You hold your gun straight, pointed right at your father's chest as you advance, expression hard, the three men right on your heels, though their guns are aimed at members of the security guard that flank your father.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Your father sneers, smirking smugly as you come to a stop about twenty feet away.

You don't want to risk getting too close and having him shoot one of the men at his feet in retaliation.

"Let them go." You grit out, as your eyes flick quickly over your men, taking stock of them, making sure they're all still in once piece.

Everybody looks okay. Changbin's got a slowly bleeding gash over one eye, and Chan looks like he's been pummeled in the face by the butt of a gun, but they're all alive.

"Where's the fun in that?" Your father holds out his hands, stepping up between Hyunjin and Felix, leaning over to jostle the rope tying Felix's hands behind his back, even as he winces slightly at the movement. "You know that's not how these games are played, my dear daughter."

"Your games are with me and only me." You hiss back, noting the blooming bruise on the side of Jisung's face, anger welling hotly in your stomach at the sight.

Your father tsks disappointedly, and motions to the men at your back.

"You made the game bigger after you sided with those traitors." Your father spits out, spitting on the ground in front of you, and you feel Kim tense beside you, but he holds his position.

He retreats slightly, moving to stand behind Jeongin, twisting his fingers in his hair as he tugs his head back roughly and forces him to meet your gaze. There's drying blood on his lips.

"After you chose them over me."

"It's easy to chose someone, anyone, over a father who never gave a shit about you." You sneer back, smirking now, as anger flashes in the depths of your father's dark eyes.

"I grow tired of this." He remarks coolly, tugging at his expensive suit, as he falls back behind the safety of his men once more. He waves a hand in your direction. "Kill them. But save her for last." He fixes you with a dangerous glare. "I want her to watch while I kill her little boyfriends in front of her."

The guards crack their knuckles, advancing toward you, and you mutter into your earpiece, "Kim. Do it now."

Your father laughs-a cold, unhinged sort of song. "Please." His eyes flick to Kim standing beside you, a haughty look on his face. "He can't get you out of this."

The corner of your mouth tips up, as a tall, dark figure appears on the rooftop behind your father and his men.

"Wrong Kim." You remark triumphantly, watching as your father's eyes widen minutely, before a chain of explosions echo around you and send the rooftop into chaos.

You dive out of the way of some of the debris as shouts ring out, losing sight of the other men as you make your way across the destroyed rooftop toward where you last saw your men.

There is the sound of gunshots to your left, and then you hear someone go down with a scream, but it's not one you recognize, so it must have been some of your father's security.

"Min." You mutter breathlessly, ducking behind a chunk of asphalt, as you shoot and take down another guard wandering in the smoke. "Take the stragglers out."

"Got it."

You jump over a fallen electrical line, sizzling in a puddle near the stairwell door, gun at the ready, and see a familiar form through the lingering ash up ahead.

Chan's gotten loose and is in the process of untying Seungmin, who has a nasty looking black eye, as Minho picks up a fallen guard's gun and covers them from the back.

He catches sight of you at the same time you see them, and before you can stop yourself, you're dropping your guard and running to him, taking his face in your hands and inspecting him, relieved just to have him alive and warm beneath your touch.

"Fuck." You breathe out, taking in the blood trickling slowly from what seems to be a split lip.

"Yeah." Minho remarks, giving you a lopsided smirk and an arched brow, always the one to keep his cool. "Fuck."

Chan finishes up with Seungmin and pushes himself to his feet, taking your chin in his fingers and inspecting your own face behind the tactical gear you wear with worried eyes.

"Fuck, princess. Are you okay?"

You laugh, but it's sorta choked, and nod as he caresses your jaw with his fingers.

"Yeah. I'm okay."

"Thank god." He lets out a harsh breath and glances over his shoulder as the others come to join you, Hyunjin supporting Felix, who is holding his ribs.

You're just glad you're all still alive for this little reunion.

Changbin glares into the smoke, the gash above his eye still sluggishly dripping. "Where the fuck did that bastard go?"

"Hopefully killed in the blast." Jisung remarks, eyes narrowing dangerously, as he takes an offered gun from Minho and scans your immediate surroundings.

You open your mouth to respond, and an arm goes around your throat, dragging you backward from the men before you can react, knocking your weapon out of your hand.

You feel the cold steel of a gun go against your temple and then your father's voice, "Well, isn't this touching."

Chan's expression hardens as he stares your father down. "Don't do anything stupid, Reginald."

Your father laughs, and pulls you tighter against him, your breath choking in your throat, his words hissing hotly against your ear.

"We're far past stupid, aren't we, Mr. Bang? We passed stupid the moment you fucked me over in that little exchange of product and then took my daughter from me."

"We didn't take anything." Minho reasons coldly, expression unreadable, gun still in his hand. "Not the product. Not your daughter."

"Seems people-suppliers and daughters alike-have a habit of leaving you to find something better, hm, Reggie?" Changbin muses easily, though his eyes are hard and gleaming, like steel.

"Shut the fuck up." Your father snarls, wildly digging the gun into the side of your head, finger shaking over the trigger. "Don't push me or you won't like the consequences."

"And you-" He tangles his fingers into your hair roughly and yanks your head back so hard that you whimper slightly. He gives you an unhinged, dangerous grin, gun still aimed at your head. "-you are useless to me now. Soiled and ruined. The Yakuza's heir will want nothing to do with you, a common whore."

You bite down on your lip so hard you taste copper as he yanks your head back even farther, the gun digging into your skin painfully.

"All you had to fucking do was give me an heir, you little bitch, that's all I asked. Give me an heir to the family business, tie us up in the dealings with the Yakuza, but now-"

He laughs wildly, and you can tell, your father is losing control.

"-now you're nothing but their-" He waves the gun maniacally at your men, watching cautiously, not daring to make a move with your life hanging in the balance '-little slut, and I think it's time we end this whole charade."

"No, please." You gasp out, putting on your fakest, weakest, most imploring tone for him, keeping your face pleading even as he yanks on your hair once more. You force tears from the corners of your eyes. "Please don't kill me. I swear, father, I'll come back. I'll make good on my promises-"

His arm tightens around your throat and you choke on your next words, but his gun hand wavers against your temple.

Your father has always loved women who beg on their knees for him. It's his one weakness.

"Please! Please! I beg of you! I'm sorry! I'll do better. I promise! I want to get better, I just don't know how-!"

You swallow hard, trying to get air past his encroaching arm, and your father's lips pull into a sneer as he stares down at you, bold hatred brewing in his eyes.

"That's bullshit." He hisses out between his teeth, and his finger moves to the trigger once more.

You drop the act, glowering up at him.

"Yeah, it is. Get fucked, you son of a bitch."

His face contorts with rage and as his fingers pulls down on the trigger, you bash your head back into his face, his nose crunching beneath the force of your blow as he howls.

The gun goes off, but it misses, and you whirl out of his grip, taking out his legs with one sweep of your own, catching him off guard as he tries to stem the gushing blood from his broken nose.

He goes down hard, and you don't miss a beat as you pick up the dropped gun, standing over him with the barrel pointed right at the center of his head.

Your father glares up at you, hands still over his bleeding nose, and spits bloodstained spittle at your feet.

The front of his expensive suit is dampening quickly with crimson blood.

What a waste. Just like him.

You feel your men congregate at your back, and you hold your gun hand steady, staring down at the man who made your life a living hell, now nothing, groveling at your feet.

"If you beg, I might let you live." You offer in a hard tone, clicking back the hammer of the gun to cock it.

His eyes flash and he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, blood dripping from his nose, down his lips.

"She might-" Chan steps up beside you, a hand going down on your shoulder as he stares down with unbridled hatred at the man at your feet. "-but I won't."

You cock your head, studying your father, and tsk slightly, like you're mulling something over. You crouch down, lowering the gun slightly, and stare right into his soulless rage-filled gaze.

"You know." You muse as he glares at you, gun still pointed vaguely to the center of his chest. "I used to dream of this day. Killing you, making you beg me for mercy, just like I begged you all those nights in my bedroom."

"But." You shrug, tossing the gun easily between your hands as you consider him. "My begging fell on deaf ears, and you know what? I think you deserve to know what that feels like. Goodbye, father."

You stand, and without another word, shoot your father in the head.

His body goes limp and blood pools beneath him, staining the already reddening ground a deep burgundy, soaking his expensive Armani suit.

"It's a shame." Hyunjin remarks off handedly, as Kim, Park, and Jeon all emerge on the other side of your father's body, pulling off their tactical masks. "It was a nice suit."

[dudadragneel]

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It's been some time but I finally managed to finish one of the requests 😅

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Picture, if you will, Chan waking up in the middle of the night bc his tummy hurts and he's beginning to feel sick to his stomach. He doesn't want to get up and wake people up, so he just lies there and breathes through the nausea as best he can.

Eventually it reaches a point where it's too much, and he burps quite loud. But it's one of those sicky burps right before someone throws up and he knows he's fucked.

He'd make a dash for the bathroom, hit the floor and bend over the toilet with another sicky burp before he's heaving and retching louder than he would like. Of course this would wake at least 1 person up and they would come to see what in gods name is taking place at the unceremonious time in the morning, which is Chan with his arms folded across the toilet while he spills his guts into it.

It would be so cute, them holding his hair back, or even putting it in a little ponytail, and rubbing his back/belly to soothe him and help him feel less ill. Getting him water or medicine, trying to convince him to go back to bed with

a bucket and him refusing because he feels too sick to move from the bathroom floor.

Chan wouldn't even try and hide that he was sick, it would be a rare time he actually admitted to being unwell and not try to go to work. He would let himself be pampered and cared for while his body fights the stomach bug. I hope this is what you're looking for

Unexpected midnight wake-up call

Packed schedules, intense practicing and exercises meant a huge appetite for any idol.

A specific outing, a moment that was meant to be relaxing after a packed week, turned out to be one of Chan's worst nights, more realistically, worst week.

They went to a nearby restaurant, one they tended to go to a lot because the food was delicious, the atmosphere was cozy and relaxing, and quite honestly, the price was good. And a plus, the restaurant owners had a liking to them and they knew how they needed that time to relax, so they did their best to give them privacy.

Everything was good, the food was tasty like always and they used that time to unwind and chat about the past week and what they were gonna do during the short break that was coming. Despite being tired, they were in high spirits like always.

Chan was particularly hungry, having changed his workout routine along with Lee Know and Changbin, his apetite was twice bigger than before. And he saw a dish on the menu that caught his attention as well as Lee Know's, so he didn't hesitate to order.

But oh, was that a mistake.

The dish did taste good and it was definitely one that would enter his list of options whenever they went to that restaurant again.

After finishing their meal, they continued to chat a bit so the food could settle before they walked back to the dorm.

However, Chan was feeling like it wasn't siting as well as he thought but he had to admit it, he had eaten quite a lot so he just attributed it to that.

He'd soon find out that was far from being the case.

The walk back was relaxing and they were taking their time to enjoy the peace and quiet of the street and chilly air. It was a nice walk for everybody, except for Chan.

He was interacting with the boys, laughing and all but there was a strange feeling in his stomach that was starting to bother him.

But then again, he thought it was just a case of overeating and that the walk and maybe some medication would help with the feeling.

It would not, though.

Once in the dorm, they all just threw themselves on the couch or on the floor, completely drained of their batteries and almost entering a food coma.

Chan went to the kitchen and decided to take his medication so it could work on his body as he washed up for sleep.

But one of them noticed it.

- Hyung, what are you doing?

Lee Know asked coming up behind Chan and resting his chin on his hyung's shoulder, like a curious cat.

- Oh, Minho-yah. It's just something to help with digestion, guess I ate too much hahaha

Lee Know just hummed, seemingly satisfied and convinced by Chan's answer and left.

Chan decided to take a shower first and go straight to bed, because in addition to feeling full he was extremely tired and he was almost sure he'd fall asleep standing up.

The hot water felt heavenly, helping relax his aching muscles and distract him from the discomfort in his stomach.

He put on a comfy change of clothes and walked out of the bathroom for one last duty as a leader before he called it a night.

- Kids, go take your showers before you fall asleep on the floor. Come on.

He said gently, nudging each one of them who were already dozing off. When they were all up and deciding who'd go first, Chan retreated to his bedroom for a much needed and deserved rest.

- Good night, kids.

- Good night, hyung.

When he lay down, he felt himself sinking into the mattress, feeling all the pressure of the day slowly dissipating.

He barely managed to pull the blanket before he was fast asleep.

But that relief was short lived. Although he did manage to sleep like a rock, it only lasted maximum 1 hour before he was woken up by the way his stomach starting to twist.

The discomfort from earlier had morphed into a rapidly increasing nausea and he could hear his stomach gurgling really loudly.

It was twisting and turning, its contents sloshing around. He was lying down in his comfy mattress and yet, it felt like it was made of water and that it was swaying continuously.

The world was tilting as if he was moving when in fact he was lying perfectly still.

And the nausea just kept on building up.

He broke into cold sweats, his heart was racing, his mouth started to fill with saliva and he kept on swallowing it until his mouth was completely dry.

But it insisted, the saliva came back and with it his stomach churned and he felt the urge to vomit increasing. But he didn't want to get up, he knew that moving would be one of the worst decisions he could make.

So when his stomach contracted and the amount of saliva increased, he started to swallow convulsively, desperate to keep it at bay.

He covered his eyes with his arm, clenching his fist while his other hand gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white in an attempt to control his body.

For a brief moment it worked. And he thought that was it. But it was almost as if his body was pranking him, because the moment he relaxed and let out a shaky breath, his stomach jumped once more and he felt something coming up.

An air bubble, so he decided to burp to feel some sort of relief. However, the moment he did so, that burp came out louder and wetter than he intended and brought something with it.

He realized that this time, no effort would keep the disaster from happening, there was no holding it in.

He sat up, way faster than he'd like and it just worsened the feeling.

He had to get to the bathroom in record time, or else he'd vomit on the floor of his bedroom and the thought of having to clean it later was enough to make him even more nauseous.

When he stood up from his bed, the nausea reached its peak and he gagged, clamping a hand to his mouth and heading towards the bathroom.

By the time he reached the bathroom, he was barely holding it together. In fact he could feel something starting to escape his mouth.

He hurriedly closed the door behind him, which made a rather loud noise and he could only pray it didn't wake up any of the kids. And then he basically fell to his knees as he lost the battle against his stomach, part of the first wave getting on the ground and the edges of the toilet.

The vomit was thick and chunky, barely digested, straining his throat and making him cough in the process.

The consistency was so thick, it was being hard to get it out. He kept on gagging and coughing, trying to bring more up but the difficulty in doing that was making him retch even louder.

Loud painful retches filled the bathroom as he tried so desperately to will his stomach to cooperate with him.

Although it was kicking and twisting while he was in bed, constantly sending signals that he was gonna throw up, now it seemed to be pulling a prank on him by not bringing anything up.

Or really just making it so difficult.

The loud retching continued and the amount of effort he was making and the little amount of vomit coming up was starting to make him stressed.

The strain was so much, he had tears this close to streaming down his cheeks, his face was red and his neck's veins were popping.

He was so dazed with the whole situation, he didn't even notice when one of the members entered the bathroom. His brain only registered the presence of someone in there with him after they called his name a couple of times.

It was Changbin.

The younger rapper not only woke up due to the loud noises but also because Lee Know had told him earlier that he saw Chan taking something for his stomach. And that information didn't quite leave his mind.

Chan was more prone to have stomach issues so they kept an eye on him whenever he ate spicy food or when he was overly stressed. Because, normally it meant he'd get sick later.

- Hyung? Chan-hyung?

Changbin called out, trying not to speak too loudly and risk waking up the others. He knew Chan was already stressed with the fact that he popped up in the bathroom and they hadn't exchanged one word yet.

Chan was basically hugging the toilet retching loudly and barely getting bile to come up and then lifted his head a bit and realized Changbin was inside the bathroom.

He let out a frustrated groan and hid his face on his arms.

Great. Now one of the kids was up and worried about him.

Changbin knelt down next to his hyung and proceeded to rub his back.

- What's going on, hyung?

Chan spat out a thick amount of saliva  before burying his face in his arms again and answering Changbin.

- I don't know... I guess I just ate too much...

The sheer mention of food was enough to trigger his stomach again. Before he knew, he was gagging once more, a sequence of painful unproductive loud retches.

Changbin kept his hand on Chan's back, rubbing it up and down as he desperately tried to get something up.

- Fuck... nothing's coming up...

- Do you want me to help you? Or maybe some water to see if helps?

Chan was already feeling bad that his misery woke up Changbin and the idea of being so vulnerable to the point of needed that kind of help made him feel angry at himself. So he settled for the water.

- Water would be good, I guess....

- I'll be back in a minute

The younger rapper said already leaving the bathroom.

Chan just slumped back, leaning against the tub, taking a deep breath and resting his head between his hands. And his mind was spiraling with thoughts.

He had cut short Changbin's peaceful sleep, when he knew everyone needed that rest.

And he was getting annoyed over the fact that his bedroom didn't have a bathroom of his own so when these type of things happened, he could have more privacy.

After a while Changbin came back with a glass of water and gave it to Chan. And also a towel to clean up the mess.

- Thanks....and sorry...

He took a sip and grimaced at how his stomach reacted to it, as if he had drank a shot of vodka and churned but not enough for him to throw up.

Changbin sat by Chan's side, rubbing his back in soothing circles. He didn't know whether Chan wanted that or not, but he didn't complain or anything.

That was when Changbin noticed how his hyung's back was soaked in sweat and he felt kind of hot. He placed a hand on his forehead and confirmed his concern, he was running a fever.

- Hyung, I think you have a fever. I don't think this is a case of overeating...

Chan just let out a frustrated sigh, ducking his head.

The last thing he needed was a stomach bug, not when they still had some work to do before their break.

- Hyung, you good?

- No...my head is throbbing...

He said gripping his head and squeezing it, in an attempt to ease the pain.

- Hyung, why don't you go back to the bedroom? We can leave a bucket there just in case.

- No, I don't wanna leave here. I'm dizzy and my body feels heavy...

- I'll help you.

That sentence, Chan didn't like that sentence not one bit.

He was the oldest of the group, the leader, in his mind he wasn't supposed to be helped but the one helping. There were very rare times where he allowed himself to rest and let the kids take care of him, but it took a lot convincing.

- There's no need to, Changbinnie. I can do it myself.

And there it was. The stubborn leader. The same stubborn leader Changbin found leaning on the side of his bed puking his guts out once.

- You're really stubborn, you know that?

Chan just chuckled and tried standing up. But his body betrayed him.

As soon as he motioned to get up, his stomach lurched and he barely had time to reach for the toilet again before a torrent of thick chunky vomit gushed out of him hitting the toilet with a sickening sound.

Changbin winced and was by his hyung's side in a flash, rubbing his back and holding his hair out of his face.

- Aigoo~, there we go, let it all out, hyung.

His stomach contracted again making him retch another wave before he was left dry heaving, but his stomach didn't stop contracting and it was starting to hurt his abdomen.

- Oh my god, hyung.

It was contracting so intensely that the dizziness amplified tenfold and for a brief moment he blacked out, slumping backwards but Changbin caught him, letting him lean on his body.

- Hyung, you with me?

Changbin asked concerned and nudging Chan slightly.

- Yeah...sorry about that...

Only then Chan realized just how sick he was, he couldn't hide or deny it anymore. And deep inside his mind, his thoughts were divided 60/40.

40% of him was getting anxious at the thought of having the kids take care of him and not being able to work.

The other 60% was feeling bad enough to the point where he didn't wanna work and just stay in bed.

- Changbinnie, I really don't feel good...

Chan admitted, completely defeated, resting his head on Changbin's shoulder.

He was known for cuddling and hugging the members all the time but this time it was different.

This was him acknowledging he wanted and needed comfort and help, and that broke Changbin's heart and also made him increasingly worried.

- I know hyung. What do you say we get you to the bedroom so you can lie down?

- I think I'll take you on that offer now....

Changbin carefully placed his arms under Chan's and gently helped him up.

He swayed, feeling the floor sinking beneath his feet but Changbin steadied him.

- Hyung, I'll stay with you in the bedroom, okay?

Chan just nodded, too tired and too sick to protest. Even to his own surprise, he wanted that comfort, he wanted someone with him, he wanted to be taken care of.

Once Chan lay down on his bed, he noticed how exhausted his body was. He felt like he was boiling from the inside, he was shivering like someone who was left on Mount Everest, his stomach was in knots and it felt like there were heavy weights pressing down all over his body.

For a moment he wasn't sure he'd even be able to move again.

He just groaned trying to shift his position a little to see if he could get more comfortable.

- Do you think it was the food?

Changbin asked sitting on the edge of the bed next to Chan.

The older suppressed a gag and groaned softly before managing to answer.

- Yeah, I think so....I started feeling weird as soon as we finished eating—

He barely finished his sentence when another gag surged. But he managed to keep it down. But not for long.

He covered his eyes with his arm and took deep breaths, trying to calm down his angry stomach.

In the meantime Changbing quickly went to the kitchen to fetch a bucket.

And he got back to the bedroom just in time.

Changbin noticed how Chan was gripping the sheets, his jaw was clenched and he kept on swallowing convulsively.

- Hyung, if you need to throw up just let it happen.

Chan didn't know why, but for some reason most of his walls were completely down.

He really didn't have the energy to move a muscle so Changbin carefully helped him sit up and placed the bucket in front of him.

Chan leaned over spitting out a thick stream of saliva and groaned at the awful sensation all over his body.

He spat out more saliva a couple more times before his stomach heaved again forcing up another thick torrent of vomit.

Changbin stood by his side, holding his hair and rubbing his back up and down as his hyung continued to empty his stomach.

It felt like the organ was trying to turn itself out, purging itself from everything inside.

A harsh contraction sent more content up at the same moment Chan tried to take a breath and he ended up choking, breaking into a coughing fit.

Changbin quickly changed his approach and started patting his back, trying to help dislodge whatever got stuck. A few seconds later, Chan managed to cough up another chunky stream of vomit.

The stench was filling the room and the bucket was getting full way too quickly.

- Hyung, I think you've got a stomach bug...you wouldn't be vomiting like this if it was only a case of overeating. Plus, you're running a fever, which seemed to have gotten higher.

Chan just groaned in response, spitting out and rinsing his mouth with the water Changbin gave him and then slumped back into the bed.

- I'll check your temperature, okay?

The older boy just nodded covering his eyes again, the lights piercing through them and stinging his head.

- Changbinnie, can you dim the lights a bit? My head feels like it's gonna explode...

- Sure.

Changbin did as his leader asked and then grabbed a thermometer.

- 39.5°C, hyung it's pretty high. We need to bring it down. Do you think you can stomach some medicine?

Chan gagged and leaned over the side of the bed in time for a thin stream of bile to come up and out.

- I guess that's a no... Let's take a quick bath then, it might help a bit, okay?

- Okay...

- I'll help you, come on.

Changbin gently helped Chan sit on the edge of the bed, holding him steady as he squeezed his head trying to get rid of the dizziness.

- You good?

- Yeah, just...dizzy...

- Do you think you can walk?

- Yeah, I think so...

But he couldn't, even though Changbin helped him, his knees buckled as soon as he was up. The young rapper quickly grabbed him, steadying so he wouldn't fall.

He wrapped an arm around Chan's waist and guided him to the bathroom.

Once there Chan leaned over the sink, the nausea coming back after that little walk from his bedroom to the bathroom.

- Do you want to throw up again?

Chan just nodded, ducking his head and leaning himself on the sink trying to take deep breaths to calm down his churning stomach. Changbin stood by his side rubbing soothing circles on his back, trying to provide what little comfort he could.

But it was no use. He started dry heaving, his stomach contracting forcefully but nothing was coming up, even though Chan felt like there was still something needing to get out.

And it was starting to get too much.

- Changbinnie, can you help me...?

- Sure, hyung.

Changbin seemed to understand what Chan wanted so he didn't say anything else.

He changed his approach.

Instead of rubbing circles, he started to rub Chan's back from his lower back to in-between his shoulder blades, trying to stimulate his body.

And he used his other hand to press on Chan's stomach, even though he himself knew how that was uncomfortable.

- Hyung, it'll be uncomfortable but bear with me, okay?

- mhmm

Chan was feeling miserable and he needed help, he even asked for it. And Changbin's touch was comforting, making him feel relaxed and not care that much about being vulnerable.

Changbin kept pressing on his stomach, doing it a little harder every time until Chan's stomach reacted to the stimulation.

A sick wet burp brought out another wave of putrid vomit that splattered on the sink. He barely managed to catch his breath when another one came up, so strong it made him sway slightly but Changbin kept a firm grip on him while still rubbing his back.

A few minutes later, Chan was just dry heaving again, his stomach continued to contract but there was nothing more to come up but bile.

- Hyung, try to breathe, okay? Come on, straighten your back a little.

Chan tried to do as he said, gagging again at the movement but pushing through it.

Once he was straight, he closed his eyes and instinctively grabbed Changbin's hand to ground himself and started to take deep breaths.

Changbin kept rubbing Chan's back all the time until he felt stable enough to proceed with the bath.

- Wanna try taking a shower now?

- Yeah...

- Do you want me to stay in here with you?

- No, there's no need to. I think I can manage...

Chan answered, not sounding very convincing. But Changbin knew he wanted his privacy and even though he was afraid of letting Chan alone in the bathroom, he would never cross the line with his hyung.

- Okay, I'll be right outside. Don't lock the door, hyung and yell if you need anything, okay?

- I will...

With that Changbin left the bathroom and sat by the door, not trusting Chan's body to cooperate with him.

Inside the bathroom Chan had a little bit of difficulty to take off his clothes, the fever making his muscles ache and his body feel heavy.

When he was out of his clothes, he sat on the edge of the bath tub before he could actually take his shower.

It was supposed to be relaxing but the lukewarm water, although helping his aching muscles, made the room stuffy and he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him and it brought the nausea back.

He was too weak, in fact, he was afraid of moving too fast and risk falling. An injury on top of a stomach bug was not on his wishlist.

So when the nausea grew stronger and sent something up his chest, he braced himself against the wall leaning over the drain as another wave of vomit poured out, the water quickly washing it away.

Changbin must've heard the sound of retching from outside because Chan soon heard a soft knock on the door.

- Hyung? Is everything okay?

He asked, not daring to open the door and take Chan's privacy away.

- Y-Yeah...don't worry...

Chan took a few minutes to recollect himself before he managed to finish his bath without further incidents.

By the time he was done with his bath, he was running on fumes. He barely managed to put on the clothes Changbin left on the bathroom before his body gave out making him sit on the edge of the bathtub again and refusing to move.

And again, Chan didn't want to deal with all this alone. During the bath he wanted his privacy, sure. But now that it was over and he was dressed?

He really wanted Changbin to come back and help him.

- Changbinnie...you can come in....

He said weakly, praying that Changbin heard it because he didn't have the energy to shout.

And he did, thankfully.

- Hey, hyung. Is everything okay? I heard retching...

- yeah, I....I just felt sick again... Can you help me back to the bedroom? My body won't move....

He managed to say with a weak chuckle.

- Of course. Let's go.

Changbin positioned himself in front of Chan to give him a piggyback ride to his bedroom and noticed his body temperature dropped a little, which made him feel relieved.

Once in Chan's bedroom again, Changbin gently lowered him down and Chan just sunk into the pillows. His eyes were barely open.

- I'll check your temperature again, hyung.

Thankfully the fever had lowered a bit, and it was good enough since Chan wouldn't be able to stomach a pill and that bath would have to do the trick.

- How are you feeling now, hyung?

- Dizzy, nauseous, my head hurts...and I'm tired...

- Do you think you're gonna be sick again? Like now?

- No, seems settled for now...

- I'll leave the bucket here just in case. It's a stomach bug, this will be needed.

Changbin said playfully, earning a chuckle from Chan. He then left to grab a cold cloth for him and then placed it on Chan's forehead in a way that it also covered his eyes.

- Woah....this feels good...

And apparently, it helped soothe some of the discomfort Chan was feeling because Changbin noticed how his body instantly relaxed.

- Can...can you stay...here?

Chan asked, barely conscious.

Changbin would be lying that he didn't find it cute or that his heart skipped a beat at the sudden request.

- Of course hyung.

It wasn't always that Chan let the kids take care of him, it was pretty rare for him to let himself be seen in such a weak state. So Changbin took that opportunity to make sure he was as pampered as he deserved.

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1. Everything coming way in a powerful wave or lots of gagging and spitting up saliva?

2. Gagging on trying to sallow a pill or gagging on a thermometer?

3. Nausea from side effects of medication or nausea from medication withdrawals?

4. Queasy burps or queasy hiccups?

5. Caretaker gently doing a small braid in a sickie’s hair or throwing their hair in the messiest ponytail because there’s no time?

6. “I thought you were getting better” or “I thought I was getting better”?

7. Sickie that’s concerned about getting caretaker sick or sickie who doesn’t care and wants all the love and care they can get?

8. “I want to throw up” or “I need to throw up”?

9. Sickie has a bad caretaker, caretaker that is angry or caretaker that completely ignores sickie?

10. ‘Hurl’ or ‘spew’?

11. Tender stomach muscles after vomiting or dehydration headache?

12. After vomiting, character is hungry and ready to fill their empty guy again or doesn’t want to even smell food for the next couple of days?

13. The character/s getting sick matters more, or the reason for being sick/tropes matter more?

14. Focus on the vomit itself, or focus on the vomiting noises?

15. Producing a lot of saliva before vomiting or throat going dry?

16. Sickie gets caretaker sick, are they more “I told you to stay away” or “I’m so sorry”?

17. Sick feeling tummy from a stuffed belly or nausea from not eating for a while?

18. ‘ Nauseous ’ or ‘Queasy?’

19. Sickie is stuck looking after themselves, absolute pro or absolute mess?

20. Chamomile or peppermint tea?

21. Sickie that begs for their tummy to be rubbed or sickie that would gag at even the slightest belly touch?

22. Embarrassed from throwing up in a doctor's office or embarrassed from missing the bin in a public area?

23. Caretaker has an extremely gross but effective nausea remedy or extremely gross but effective vomit inducer?

24. A formal sickie throws up during work, they suddenly fall apart for the first time in their lives and need care or keep it together?

25. ‘Midsection’ or ‘abdomen’?

26. Puking after getting yelled at or puking after getting told devastating news?

27. ‘Upset tummy’ or ‘Unsettled tummy’?

28. Gagging or heaving?

29. Feeling sick from eating/drinking too much in tight clothes, or already being bloated and feeling sick because sickie forced themselves into tight clothes?

30. Sickie has been hovering over the toilet for ages with no relief, they press down on their own tummy to vomit or caretaker presses down?

31. ‘Twisting’ or ‘turning’ to describe nausea?

32. Kneeling in front of the toilet or crouching in front of the toilet?

33. Hand on the stomach or arm wrapped around the stomach?

34. First time drinker throwing up from the taste of alcohol being way too strong or experienced drinker is proud they have never vomited from drinking but gets cocky one night?

35. Gagging from watching a gross video, or gagging from tasting something gross?

36. Indigestion or intolerance?

37. Accidentally squeezing a queasy belly too hard, or accidentally knocking into a queasy belly?

38. Body language cues (holding stomach, hand near mouth) or sound cues (frequent burping, tummy noises)?

39. ‘ Stomach flu’or ‘stomach bug’?

40. Sickie is extremely nauseous before a massive event, they throw up beforehand and do amazing or do okay during the event and throw up once it’s all over?

41. Feeling sick from physical pain or mental pain?

42. Vomiting on the first date or vomiting before proposing/ getting proposed to?

43. Watching your character hurling in a tv show/ movie or reading about your favourite character hurling in a book?

44. Vomit seeping through a sickie’s fingers when coving their mouth or the vomit pushes their hand away and splats on the floor?

45. ‘Bile’ or ‘stomach contents’?

[cuddlepilefics]

Stealing the breath from my lungs (give it back) - whumperless whump event

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: mainly Felix

Caregiver: mainly Minho

Prompts: Wheezing / Light-headed / “I'll count, you just breathe.”

@whumperless-whump-event

No one’s POV.:

Felix knew that performing on a festival in the middle of a downpour brought more risks than just slipping on stage. The members had just assumed that because they were dancing, they’d stay warm. They had performed in the rain before on multiple occasions and sure, someone had caught something but that happened pretty rarely. Usually, they were fine if they just dried off quickly after getting off stage. Nobody could’ve predicted the awful cold that’d make its way around the group. In hindsight, they had hung out with a bunch of other groups between performances. Changbin had spent most of his time with Wooyoung and Yeonjun, the younger two already sniffly and trying to stay out of the rain. He wasn’t too alarmed because Yeonjun having a cold was an almost constant phenomenon and although Wooyoung mentioned that the members of Ateez have been down with the sniffles, the possibility of it spreading to Stray Kids didn’t cross his mind.

Until he woke up to his nose completely blocked that is. Chan and Jisung were the next to catch it thanks to their time spent at the studio together. 3racha fared quite well actually but Hyunjin ended up laid up with a fever for two days. The dancer had only figured that out when he almost collapsed during a practice session with Minho and Felix. His fellow dancers had taken him straight home and Minho set about preparing some jook, while Felix sat with him for cuddles because he tended to get extremely emotional when he was feeling low. Hyunjin bounced back pretty quickly though and while Minho whined to Hyunjin, complaining that he had gotten him sick, the second-oldest managed quite well. Sure, he ended up sneezing his head off but never developed a fever, so while it was an annoyance, it didn’t interfere with his work.

Felix was a different story though. Having grown up with asthma, Felix was no stranger to the tightness in his chest. It had been years since he had an attack but he still had a tendency to get a bad cough whenever he caught a cold. That was exactly what happened a couple of days after they had gotten Hyunjin’s fever to break. The moment Minho woke up and heard coughing from the room next to his, he knew. He shot Chan a quick text, requesting the leader to cancel Felix’ dance practices for the week before rolling out of bed to get the younger some water. The movement caused the congestion to shift in his sinuses, turning his blocked nose into a faucet. Sniffling into the cuff of his sleeve, Minho shuffled to the kitchen. He blew his nose into a paper towel before washing his hands and pouring his dongsaeng a glass of water.

The bags under Felix’ eyes were dark, indicating he had already been up a while by the time Minho slipped into his room. The Aussie had already stacked up his pillows and tiredly collapsed back into them when the fit finally tapered off. In the quiet of the room, the wheezing was hard to miss, making Minho’s chest ache in sympathy. “How long have you been up?”, the older hummed quietly. He took a seat on the edge of Felix’ bed and handed him his drink. Taking a few sips to soothe his throat, the Aussie rasped: “I dunno. Think I slept a couple of minutes here and there but not really.” – “Why didn’t you wake me”, Minho frowned as he felt his dongsaeng’s forehead. Felix shakily set the glass onto the nightstand, muttering: “You’re sick too, hyung.” – “I’m a little sniffly, that’s all”, the older denied, “Went straight to your chest again, huh?” Felix nodded dejectedly.

“Can I get you anything?”, Minho asked softly, running his fingers through Felix messy bed hair. The younger shook his head but closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the affection. Lightly scratching the Aussie’s scalp, Minho offered: “Why don’t you take a hot shower? It doesn’t seem like you’d be able to sleep anyway and the steam might help clear your congestion to help you breathe a little easier.” – “I dunno if I got the energy for that”, Felix rasped, massaging his temples, “Got a tiny bit light-headed when I had to use the bathroom earlier.” His hyung’s eyes widened at that. He hadn’t expected it to be this bad already. Getting to his feet, Minho smiled: “I’ll run you a bath and get you when the tub is full, yeah? Then I’ll prepare a pot of tea for the both of us, so we can cuddle and try to get some rest together. Sounds like a plan?” – “Sounds like a plan”, Felix parroted sleepily, following the older with his eyes till he had disappeared down the hallway.

Felix ended up grabbing a change of clothes before staggering to the bathroom by himself. Minho seemed a lot more affected by his cold than he had let on earlier, which Felix only realized when he heard the older sneeze repeatedly, the sound muffled by the shut bathroom door. Blaming the steam for making the congestion in his sinuses shift, face buried in a handful of tissues, Minho looked up with watering eyes when the door creaked open. He quickly cleaned himself up and stepped aside, motioning to the closed toilet lid for Felix to sit down because the younger didn’t seem steady on his feet at all. Wheezing, the Aussie collapsed onto his seat and tried to get his breathing back under control.

It didn’t work out too well and Felix was thrown into another rough coughing fit, the sound increasingly breathless. Seeing that his dongsaeng struggled to catch his breath and was starting to sway a little, Minho steadily rested his hand against the other’s chest and instructed: “I’ll count, you just breathe.” Tears stung Felix eyes as he desperately clung to his fading consciousness. Minho’s voice guided him through the light-headed haze and he was slowly able to control his breathing, though his chest ached. “You’re okay”, Minho promised, trying to keep his voice steady and sound certain, despite being terrified. They all knew that Felix used to have asthma but supposedly outgrew it, still situations like this always left them afraid of another attack. “Oh baby”, Minho cooed, cupping his dongsaeng’s flushed cheeks when the tears started to spill over. Leaning forward into the other’s arms, Felix whimpered: “’m too tired for this.”

When he had finally gotten Felix settled in the tub, Minho made his way to the kitchen to make tea for them. Taking out their ginger and lemon teabags triggered another itchy flurry of sneezes and Minho bit his lips when he heard footsteps. He really should’ve stifled. “Did you catch their plague too, hyung?”, Seungmin yawned, adjusting his glasses. Nudging his wrist under his nose, Minho admitted: “Yeah, I got the sniffles too now. I’m more worried about Lixxie though. That cold went straight to his chest again and he’s having trouble breathing to the point he can’t sleep and gets lightheaded from walking to the bathroom.” Cursing under his breath, Seungmin muttered something offered to check on the Aussie, so Minho sent him to the bathroom.

“Hey Lix”, Seungmin hummed after lightly tapping the bathroom door as a warning. The dancer looked up at him with droopy eyes, so Seungmin smiled: “Minho-hyung’s making tea. Do you want me to wash your hair?” – “Did we wake you? I’m sorry, Minnie”, Felix pouted, making the vocalist’s heart clench. Though he had been woken up by the commotion, Seungmin shook his head an assured: “I was thirsty and ran into Minho-hyung in the kitchen. Wouldn’t mind joining you guys for cuddles though.” – “You really shouldn’t”, the Aussie denied, muffling a cough into his fist, “Minho-hyung and I are both sick, so we got nothing to lose cuddling each other but you and Jeonginnie have gotten away unscathed and I don’t wanna be the reason that changes.” – “Alright”, Seungmin sighed, massaging shampoo into Felix’ scalp, “I can still make sure the two of you are comfortable and medicated before I go back to bed.”

That was just what Seungmin did, bringing cough drops and the humidifier after tucking a sleepy Felix back into bed. Quietly tapping Minho’s shoulder, Seungmin pressed a pack of tissues into his hyung’s hand. He had made sure to dig the ones with lotion out of the depths of their wardrobe. They rarely ever used those but at the rate Minho was going, his nostrils would be raw and chapped by the morning. When Minho looked up at Seungmin in surprise, the younger only shot him a crooked smile before telling them goodnight and to wake him if they needed something. Having been convinced that he had functioned quite well, Minho was shocked when his dongsaeng pitied him enough to bring those tissues. To be fair, the fact that he always sneezed in multiples, especially when he had a cold, did not necessarily help his dignity.

“Should we watch a movie or try to get some sleep?”, Minho asked softly, pouring a cup of tea. Accepting the steaming cup, Felix rasped: “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep. My chest hurts.” He took a small sip and sighed with relief when it warmed his sore throat. “We’ll stay nicely propped up then, yeah?”, Minho smiled, “I can get my laptop if wanna watch something.” – “Mine’s on the desk”, Felix yawned. Minho fetched the Aussie’s laptop and climbed back into bed. He placed the laptop on his lap and smiled when Felix leaned into his side. Taking a sip of his own tea, Minho whispered: “What do you wanna watch? Something calm, yeah?” He knew how much his dongsaeng loved action movies but there was no way he’d be able to sleep if they watched action movies.”

Resting his head in Minho’s shoulder, Felix shrugged: “I don’t really care, you can pick. Mainly just want some background noise to distract me.” That was when it clicked for Minho. When the Aussie was down with the flu once, he had told him something amidst his feverish ramblings. The more he had to listen to himself wheeze, the more worked up he’d get and would have a hard time pacing himself. They should really fill the silence if Minho didn’t want to have to count the younger down repeatedly throughout the night. “Documentary?”, he asked and Felix gave a small nod. Minho picked a wildlife documentary and settled back comfortably. He slipped a hand under Felix’ sleep shirt and stroked his chest in a slow and steady pattern to help him keep his breathing calm and controlled. It helped soothe the ache in his chest some and Felix was able to relax. He might even be able to fall asleep if the drooping eyelids were anything to go by, Minho observed with a relieved chuckle. In contrary to what Felix believed, Minho was quite confident that they would not be up for the rest of the night.

[stayteezdreams]

Stray Kids Masterlist

*Everything is gn!reader insert unless stated otherwise

If you notice any missing or incorrect links, please let me know~

OT8 *content that contains content for multiple members in one post

Fake Texts:

↦ Contact Name/Texts - Hyung Line (crack/fun) ↳ Contact Name/Texts - Maknae Line (crack/fun)

↦ Accidental Confession - Hyung Line (cute/fluff) ↳ Accidental Confession - Maknae Line (cute/fluff)

Headcanons/Scenarios:

↦ First Dates - Hyung Line (cute/fluff) ↳ First Dates - Maknae Line (cute/fluff)

↦ Stray Kids x Petnames (x reader/fluff)

↦ Monster!Stray Kids Hurt/Comfort (x reader)

↦ BF!Skz and their favorite habits of yours (cute)

↦ Finding you asleep in their bed - Hyung Line (fluff/cute) ↦ Finding you asleep in their bed - Maknae Line (fluff/cute)

Fics/Onehots:

↦ Meet-Cute Series (masterlist/completed)

Christopher Bang Chan

Fics/Oneshots:

↦ 'Mans Chan's Best Friend: Part One' (fluff/meet-cute) ↳ 'Man's Chan's Best Friend: Part Two' (cute/fluff)

↦ 'Trick or Treat' (cute/angst/fluff)

↦ 'Spoiled With Love' (fluff/cute/readers birthday)

↦ 'A Winter Date' (fluff/cute)

Fake Texts:

↦ 'Surprising Chris for his birthday' (cute/fake texts)

Minho | Lee Know

Fics/Oneshots:

↦ 'Good Luck Charm: Part One' (fluff/meet-cute) ↳ 'Good Luck Charm: Part Two' (cute)

↦ 'The Holiday Party' (mature/romantic/suggestive)

Seo Changbin

Headcanons:

↦ Morning Routines x Changbin (x reader/fluff/cute)

Fics/Oneshots:

↦ 'Three Is Fate: Part One' (cute/meet-cute) ↳ 'Three is Fate: Part Two' (cute/fluff)

↦ 'Scaredy Cat' (fun/fluff)

↦ 'Snowball Fight' (fun/crack/drabble)

Drabbles:

↦ 'Forever' (romantic)

Hwang Hyunjin

Oneshots/Fics

↦ 'By Chance or Fate: Part One' (meet-cute) ↳ 'By Chance or Fate: Part Two' (cute/fluff)

↦ 'ice.cream' (song fic/pov/angst)

↦ 'Sick!whump/Comfort' (fluff/comfort/sick!hyunjin)

Han Jisung

Fake Texts:

↦ Texts with Boyfriend Han (crack)

↦ 'Celebrating Han's birthday when he's on tour' (fake texts/fluff)

Fics/Oneshots:

↦ 'My Kind of Fun: Part One' (cute/fluff/meet-cute) ↳ 'My Kind of Fun: Part Two' (fluff/cute)

↦ 'Oops?' (crack/fluff)

↦ 'Corn Maze' (fun/gen/spooky)

↦ 'Dark Roads and First Dates' (fun/cute/halloween)

↦ 'Christmas Comfort' feat. Stray Kids (angst/comfort)

Lee Felix

Fics/Oneshots:

↦ 'Midnight Cravings: Part One' (meet-cute/fluff) ↳ 'Midnight Cravings: Part Two' (cute/fluff)

↦ 'A Kiss For Christmas' (cute/fluff)

Fake Texts:

↦ 'Surprising Felix for his birthday' (fake texts/cute)

Kim Seungmin

Fics/Oneshots:

↦ 'Lost and Found: Part One' (meet-cute) ↳ 'Lost and Found: Part Two' (cute/fluff)

↦ 'Jumpscare' (fun/crack)

↦ 'More Or Less Than Friends' (cute/fluff/kind of slow-burn)

↦ '7 Minutes in Hell' (fun/cute/halloween)

Fake Texts:

↦ 'Celebrating Seungmins birthday while he's on tour' (fake texts/cute)

Yang Jeongin (I.N)

Fics/Oneshots:

↦ 'Pay Me Back: Part One' (cute/meet cute) ↳ 'Pay Me Back: Part Two' (cute/fluff)

↦ 'Snow Day' (fluff/friends to lovers)

Drabbles:

↦ 'Rest' (cute/fluff)

[superwhumpage]

anyone ever write something so angsty that you get stressed?

I'm writing this two-shot in my SKZ RPF world (Can't Escape the Current Universe) and bro, I am STRESSED about it. It's so angsty. And sad. And why am I like this.

Like, I've dabbled in the smut and romance world and I do love fluff and what not, but I just feel like my best writing is h/c and whump and angst and goddamn. Sometimes I think there is something wrong with me.