#sope sickfic

[sickonthedancefloor]

Going Home Early

Prompt: Hoseok goes home far earlier than expected from work, where his confusion becomes everyone else's confusion.

Sickie: Hoseok Caretaker:  Yoongi Content: emeto, fever, nausea, disoriented, m/m

The last thing Yoongi expected at eleven that morning was for Hoseok to return home. It was their average Tuesday, with Yoongi working on some music for the label he wanted to turn in later that week, and Hoseok heading to catch up on paperwork before the youth dance classes that afternoon. Hoseok had woken up worse for wear according to Yoongi, but he said he was fine, so Yoongi made him coffee and left him at it. He’d barely gotten into the groove of a solid EDM beat before the door to the studio in their apartment opened, and the light of the hall behind him had him turning around.

Just who…

“Seokseok-ah?” Yoongi called softly.

Hoseok looked dazed as he made his way over to Yoongi’s mini-fridge, squatting in front of it. He opened the door and glanced around, but his brows furrowed as he scanned the waters and beers Yoongi stashed in there. Glancing at his face in the dim lighting, he could catch a faint sheen to his skin, his bangs already a little damp with sweat. But his studio was usually cold, and it wasn’t a particularly warm day, so it had Yoongi raising his eyebrows.

“It’s not here…” Hoseok mumbled. After a second, Hoseok turned to his boyfriend, who flipped on the desk light. With better lighting, Yoongi could see an almost glassy look in Hoseok’s eyes too. “Yoongi, darling… you don’t have it in here?”

“Have… what in there?” Yoongi questioned him.

Hoseok stared at him for a moment, brows furrowed as if he was concerned Yoongi didn’t just know what he was talking about. But then he gestured to the fridge and said, “face cream.”

“Face… cream?”

With a loud huff, obviously frustrated, Hoseok rose to his feet and left the room. Yoongi let a second pass, then another… but something was completely off about the dancer’s entire demeanor. Yoongi just jumped from his chair and hurried after him, catching Hoseok staring at the pantry in the kitchen, as if deep in thought. It was bright enough in the living room that they didn’t need to turn on the overhead lights, and the natural sunlight brought out the deep flush on Hoseok’s cheeks. His pallor seemed completely off, and he had to be sick. Frowning more, Yoongi pressed his palm over his cheek, feeling the heat rolling off Hoseok in waves.

“Hobi…”

“Yoongi, I can’t find my face cream. I checked under the juice, it’s not there.”

“Honey, you’re not making any sense. Why would it be in the kitchen? Or… does it need to be refrigerated?”

“No, you melt it.”

Hoseok’s hand pushed Yoongi’s away and the man looked further in the pantry. His hands shook as he pushed aside a bag of chips and pulled out a ramen pack, examining it closely. Or under some sort of scrutiny, as Hoseok had begun to glare at it. He pushed it back into the pantry and moved his hands in again.

“Yoongi-yah, if you’re not going to help me find it, why are you just standing there?” Hoseok complained. But after a moment, he lurched forward, a harsh cough erupting from his mouth. Not even having time to move his hands away, he merely turned his head downward and coughed again. Yoongi’s hand immediately moved to Hoseok’s back, patting his back roughly in hopes of shaking loose whatever phlegm choked him up. As Hoseok finally caught his breath, his he moved back from the pantry, and Yoongi gently moved him over to the kitchen table trying to urge him to sit. Hoseok fought him, albeit extremely weakly, one hand rubbing at his chest while his other tried to shoo the smaller musician away.

Yoongi just moved his cooled hands to Hoseok’s cheeks, thumbs gently stroking underneath his eyes. He turned Hoseok to face him, finally meeting his eyes.

“Seokseok-ah, baby, look at me.” When Yoongi spoke, his voice was low and soft, rather soothing. His lazy time bedroom voice, Hoseok had called it once, something he always seemed to drop into when someone had a bad day and sought out his comfort. Hoseok blinked, but he stopped trying to struggle. “Honey, you’re not making any sense,” Yoongi explained.

Hoseok almost crumbled. His frown grew more intense, his eyes almost welling with tears. Yoongi shushed him softly, thumbs still brushing at his cheeks. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. Don’t be upset. You’re just really sick, okay?”

With a small whine, Hoseok nodded. “Explains some stuff…” he mumbles. Things, to Hoseok, make a little more sense now, Yoongi can see it in the slow realization growing on his younger boyfriend’s face. Hoseok immediately looks upset, so Yoongi pulls him in, placing a kiss on his forehead before hugging him closely.

“Let’s go to back to bedroom, Seokseok. Put on some comfy clothes, hmm?” As he spoke, he ran his hand down Hoseok’s spine, listening as his shaky breathing stabilized and grew more slowly. But he couldn’t fall asleep standing up, certainly not. So Yoongi stops, pulling Hoseok back by his shoulders, and begins to lead him back up towards the bedroom. It took some shuffling, Hoseok barely moving his legs and consistently pausing to ask Yoongi about skincare products, but he managed to get his boyfriend seated on the bed. Hoseok was almost like putty, with no fight in him as Yoongi helped him shrug out of his jacket and then pulled his long-sleeved tee off, leaving him in just his undershirt. He cooperated as Yoongi pulled his shoes and then wiggled his jeans from his hips, letting out a small laugh when Yoongi grumbled about ‘unsexy conditions’.

“We can still have sex, I really like having sexy conditions,” Hoseok mumbled, his leg lifting to drop on Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi just laughed, moving his hand over to massage Hoseok’s calf, grinning as Hoseok’s face melted into a pleased, lazy smile. Absolutely like putty.

“Maybe when you’re feeling better. Nap first.” Maybe if Hoseok was lucid by tomorrow, Yoongi would tell him what he said to embarrass him.  Instead, with another kiss to Hoseok’s cheek, he slipped away into the bathroom to fetch the thermometer, returning to slip it into Hoseok’s mouth. The younger man waited patiently for the device to beep, eyelids blinking heavily, and Yoongi frowned as he watched the numbers slowly climb. His heart sank once he watched it move over 38°C. Finally it beeped and Yoongi pulled it from his lips to confirm a 39.5°. That was absolutely no good.

“Come on, Seokseok, let’s lay down, okay?” Yoongi mumbled to him, pulling him to his feet. Hoseok whined at the movement, face scrunching in discomfort at having to move. But Yoongi went slowly, a hand across his shoulders, leading him almost as if he was made of glass. With Hoseok’s condition as it was, he may as well be. Yoongi walked the dancer over to the side of the bed and yanked back the quilt, helping him lay down to rest his head on his pillows. Once he made sure Hoseok was comfortable, which included assuring him he’d definitely go look for the damned face cream, he gave him another pillow to hug and pulled the light blanket over him. Hoseok barely laid down for a minute before he’d already fallen asleep. That would make things easier for him.

With a sigh, Yoongi immediately got to work.

~+~

Thankfully, they seemed to be stocked, he’d discovered during an inventory check in the bathroom. The medicine cabinet always had painkillers and bandages, a side-effect of being in Hoseok’s profession, but Hoseok had also purchased a small pack of cold and flu tablets, cough syrup, and allergy medication for the spring months. And, a gem—a package of cooling gel patches. Yoongi wasted no time in hurrying to place one on Hoseok’s forehead, whispering soft apologies as Hoseok whined at the temperature difference. He moved once his boyfriend quieted down again, going back to read the labels on what he figured they’d need.

He then moved to the kitchen, pulling out the leftover juk from yesterday’s breakfast and immediately heated a small bowl. He doubted his boyfriend would eat much, but it was worth trying since he’d skipped breakfast when he left just a few hours earlier. How had Hoseok’s condition gotten so bad so quickly? He must have been feverish when he left that morning, but even in his sleepy haze he seemed plenty aware. Maybe his fever spiked from dancing… He knows his boyfriend is known for pushing himself. As he stirs the warmth from the stove back into the cool broth, he pulls out his phone and makes a quick call to their long-time friend, and Hoseok’s favorite coworker.

Park Jimin answers his phone with a sigh of relief. “Yoongi-hyung, thank goodness! Hob-ah made it home okay? He didn’t answer my texts!”

Yoongi wasn’t even sure if Hoseok had his phone. “He’s back, but he’s delirious with a fever that high,” he mumbled.

Jimin sighed. “I knew I should’ve taken him home… He said he’d be okay, he just said it was low. I’m never trusting him again!” When Yoongi heard a stomp echo in the background, he couldn’t hold back a laugh. Jimin probably stomped his shoes in one of the empty dance halls; Yoongi had seen him do it enough times, often far too childish and absolutely hilarious, and he couldn’t help but laugh over it. It seemed to relieve the tension if anything. “Well, I’m glad he made it home safely. He didn’t seem to be that bad off when he left, just his headache… Just take care of him? I’ll come visit tonight.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll go down and make sure he at least parked in a real spot… What time did he leave the studio?”

“Uh… around nine? He really wasn’t here that long before I kicked him out.”

“Nine? But it doesn’t take two hours—”

Jimin and Yoongi both seemed to have the same realization at the same time. Hoseok’s dance studio wasn’t far from their apartment, around thirty minutes on foot. Sometimes on warm weather days, Hoseok would jog over as his warm-up or walk to one of the nearby coffee shops and take a bus home. Since it’s been chilly, it would have only been a five-minute drive. Yoongi turned down the stove and hurried over to where his boyfriend abandoned his jacket, searching the pockets for Hoseok’s car keys. All the while, he could hear Jimin’s quick huffs as the younger dancer ran outside. When Yoongi didn’t find anything in the pockets but Hoseok’s phone, he hurried over to the clothes to check—

“Hyung, his car is still parked out here.”

“Can you find his keys?”

Jimin sighed as he checked around the car, but soon Yoongi heard him mumble, “Not here, not inside either.” Then, a little louder, “I’ll check inside. They may still be in his office. Did he bring his bag?”

Now that Jimin mentioned it… “He didn’t.”

“Aish, this idiot. Well, I’ll let you know if they turn up here. See you later, okay?”

“Mm. Thanks, Minnie.”

Yoongi returned to the stove and picked up the spoon again, stirring the juk once again. He filled a bowl, grabbed a water bottle, and grabbed an ice pack and headed to the bedroom. Hoseok hasn’t so much as turned since Yoongi had tucked him in. Yoongi just set the items on the bedside table and shook his boyfriend’s shoulder to rouse him.

“Seok-ah, come eat some juk,” he coaxed gently.

Hoseok’s face scrunched in discomfort, and he shook his head. “No… ‘m nauseous,” he mumbled. “Just ‘unna sleep.”

“You’re nauseous?” Yoongi pressed a hand to Hoseok’s neck. “You didn’t eat at all this morning, right? That’s probably why…”

Hoseok barely grumbled in response. But he needed to eat something to take the medicine, or he’d regret it later. Yoongi sighed, patting his shoulder again. “Come on, just a little juk. It’ll help.”

Hoseok whined again, but opened his mouth, as if expecting Yoongi to feed him as he was. Yoongi laughed. “You gotta sit up or you’ll choke, Seokseok.”

“Hyungie, no…” Hoseok whined. He brought an arm to rest over his eyes and just frowned. Yoongi wasn’t going to give him a break, given the gentle patting, but he smiled when he felt Yoongi’s lips press on his cheek.

“Come on, Seokseok-ah… Juk is warm, got chicken in it.”

“I’m gonna throw it up.” Hoseok whimpered at the idea. But he nodded gently at Yoongi’s coaxing and lets the older man pull him to slouch against his shoulder. He leaned forward as Yoongi leaned, and his head almost dropped forward.

Yoongi sighed and grabbed the bowl and spoon. “We’ll try just a little, okay?”

“Just… just a little. Okay.”

Yoongi moved slowly and began to spoon feed Hoseok, giving his boyfriend ample time between bites to slowly chew the soft rice. Hoseok seemed to be enjoying it, opening his mouth first after a few bites before Yoongi managed to scoop the spoonful. Around a third of the way in, Hoseok shook his head, turning his face into Yoongi’s shoulder. Pressing a kiss to his temple, Hoseok smiled. “You did so well, baby. Now, ready to take medicine?”

“Noooo,” Hoseok whined.

With a soft laugh, Yoongi replaced the bowl and instead reached for the water bottle and the tablets, pulling them from the pack. He tapped Hoseok’s cheek, and Hoseok merely opened his mouth.

“They’re going to be bitter on your tongue…”

“It’s okay,” he mumbled.

Yoongi set the pills against his boyfriend’s tongue and lifted the water bottle to his lips, letting him take a cool sip. Hoseok took a second before lifting his mouth, moving his face away. He then went absolutely pale, cheeks puffing as he took a breath. Yoongi didn’t even have time to move, startled that Hoseok was about to throw up on everything—but he soon let out a heavy burp and sighed in relief.

Oh, good.

Yoongi helped lower the dancer back onto the bed and covered him with the blanket again. “Rest, okay baby?”

Humming, Hoseok was quick to fall asleep again. Yoongi took the time to wipe his face and neck with a cold washcloth, whispering soft apologies as he noticed Hoseok’s face scrunch in discomfort in his sleep. His breathing was even, if not a little congested, and Yoongi could only hope he’d stay asleep longer. He left the door open, creeping back to his studio down the hall. He left his own door open, sure he’d hear if Hoseok woke from his nap. Deciding to focus just on quieter tasks instead of turning open the soundboard, Yoongi just made sure to save his work a handful of times before opening his email. He typed up a quick message to his boss to let him know there may be a day or two delay, then began reading through the other messages he’d gotten over the day.

Only a few minutes in and his phone went off, a quick text message from Jimin: ‘He dropped his keys off at the front desk, Suran had them’.

‘Thank god,’ Yoongi replied. Goodness knows he didn’t want to worry about trying to get a locksmith and replacing the locks of Hoseok’s car, so that was one less thing to worry about. Jimin followed up his response with asking if Yoongi needed any errands run, and while Yoongi began brainstorming a gag errand to send him on when he heard a gagging of a different kind.

A loud, pained retch, followed by a splash, and a hiccup. Jumping from his desk, the musician abandoned his phone and ran to the bedroom, grimacing at the sour smell that hit him from the doorway. Hoseok, eyes half-lidded and very much out of it, leaned over the side of the bed and coughed up another mouthful of white-yellow sludge, splashing the blanket and the rug by the bed with it. His knuckles gripped the side of the bed, white from the effort, but the next mouthful splashed on his fingers immediately. Yoongi quickly jumped over to grab the trash can from the bedside table, holding it under Hoseok’s mouth. His other hand reached over to pat his back.

“Oh Seokseok, it’s okay, let it out,” he murmured to him.

Hoseok choked up another wave, barely able to catch his breath before another retch overtook him. His stomach cramped fitfully, and Yoongi could spot tears forming in his eyes from the effort it took just to keep going. He merely rubbed his back, trying to stay comforting as Hoseok rid himself of the little bit of porridge he had managed to take down, along with what looked like yesterday’s dinner. It took a few good minutes longer, but soon Hoseok was merely retching out what little bile he could choke out, forcing himself to spit. He took a deep breath before his head dropped on the pillow, obviously spent by the extra effort.

“Yoongi,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and shaky. “Yoon-yoon, that… that hurt…”

“I know, baby, I know. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Setting the trash can next to the mess, Yoongi pulled the blanket back before pulling Hoseok to sit up. He took the washcloth he’d used earlier, which had been sitting next to a bowl of warming water, and used it to wipe away his mouth and his fingers of any excess vomit, just for Hoseok’s comfort. His boyfriend needed to change anyway, as he noticed the vomit had gotten on Hoseok’s sleeve as well as the blanket. His shirt seemed damp with sweat anyway, so perhaps a change was in order anyway. Yoongi just tossed the washcloth onto the floor and reached for his boyfriend’s arms, helping lead him off the bed, cautious of the original splash mess on the floor.

“Yoon-yoon… I gotta clean…” The dancer’s eyes watered as he looked down at the mess, color draining from his face save for red splashes across his cheek as he began to work himself up.

Yoongi shushed him immediately. “Let hyung worry about that mess.” Reaching a hand to cup Hoseok’s face, he stroked his cheek gently with his thumb, smiling at him. Hoseok’s breath hitched, but he did his best to try and calm down as he listened to Yoongi. “I’ve made worse messes. You want a bath? Wanna soak a little, or just want to sleep?”

The answer came quickly: “Bath later? I don’t…”

“Bath later.”

It took some maneuvering, but he got Hoseok to sit on his studio’s small couch in just his boxers, a blanket wrapped around him and trash can next to him just in case. Another dose of medicine just in case, a few sips of water, and Hoseok seemed content to doze there which gave Yoongi time to take care of the mess. He carried the entire bed’s linen to the washing machine and shoved it inside, tossing in more soap than necessary and turning it on. The rug went outside for later him to deal with. Then some mopping on the hardwood floor, some spraying down, wiping it down, replacing the bedlinen, and cracking open the window, and within twenty minutes the bedroom smelled normal again. For extra measure, he took the trash bag from the small trash can and put it into their bigger trash can downstairs, spraying that down too. Between every step, Yoongi checked on Hoseok to be safe, rather glad when he realized his boyfriend really had just fallen asleep curled up in the blanket.

Yoongi really didn’t want to wake him up after that, but he knew he needed to. Fetching clean cotton pajamas, he slipped back into the office. Dressing Hoseok was easier than he’d thought, Hoseok’s half-asleep self quite agreeable as he let Yoongi feed his arms through the sleeves, and clinging lazily to Yoongi’s back as he stepped into the pants. Once Yoongi pulled up and tied the drawstring, he led his sleepy boyfriend back to the clean bed and helped him lay down again, stroking his hair gently.

“Mm… Yoongi…”

Smiling, Yoongi stroked his cheek again, before Hoseok’s hand found his. “Yes, baby?”

“Stay?” Hoseok mumbled. With a soft laugh, Yoongi nodded. Anything else could wait, he had his phone with him… but honestly, a nap sounded pretty good too. “Anything for you, Seokseok.” He crawled over Hoseok onto the other side of the bed, pulling the dancer close to him. Hoseok moved his hand to his stomach, and Yoongi found himself rubbing his stomach lightly, soothing his sick boyfriend back to sleep. It didn’t take much longer for him to drift off right with him.

[crystalsnow95z]

This was written long ago that I planned to edit but decided I'll keep it as is since I'm behind on all my requests and its fitting with the season. This is one I wrote just for me.

Sickie; jungkook, Taehyung and Hobi

Warning; vom!t

Caretaker: ot7

Jungkook gathers leaves as Hobi talks to the camera, doing a bangtan bomb after finishing up their latest photo shoot. He first goes after Namjoon, but he notices him and points to Hobi.

Jungkook smiles mischievously, nodding and shoving the leaves into the back of Hobi's hanbok. He giggled loudly as he bolts towards the woods.

"Get back here, you little punk!" Hobi runs after Jungkook, trying to remove the leaves as he runs after the mankae. Jungkook trips, not able to notice the rabbit hole because of the blanket of leaves,tumbling to the ground.

Hobi tries to skid to a stop, but slips on the leaves, falling on his tailbone. "Aiish.. Jaykay are you hurt?"

"My ankle hurts a bit, but I think I'm okay." Jungkook rolls his ankle, checking to see if it was sprained. "Are you?"

"I'm fine..just a sore bottom..You're such a brat!" Hobi throws leaves at Jungkook.

"Are you guys okay?" Taehyung ran to catch up with them when he heard the crash of them falling, relaxing when he saw Jungkook throw leaves back at Hobi, the two playing.

"Yeah. Just be careful.. it's slippery.. it must've rained recently here.." Hobi warns. "I'm surprised you didn't fall too.."

Taehyung offers his hand to Hobi, but when he tries to pull him up, the older slips on the wet leaves once more, bringing the vocalist down with him. "Aiish!"

"I'm sorry, Taehyungie!" Hobi apologizes, hugging him close. "I'm sorry are you okay?"

"I'm okay.. you helped cushion my fall..Ah Jiminie stay away! Its dangerous!" Taehyung shouts fearful of him suffering the same fate as them when he sees Jimin running to check on them.

"We're okay Jimin-sii. Don't worry!" Jungkook reassures him.

Jimin slows down, relaxing. "I got worried when I heard Tete. What happened?"

"The leaves are slippery.. so I fell chasing Jungkook because he shoved dead leaves down my back." Hobi narrows his eyes with mock anger, throwing more dead leaves at the youngest.

"Rapmonie-hyung encouraged it." Jungkook says with a giggle, tossing the leaves back at him.

"Gukkie you got me too!"Tae whines, shoving a handful of leaves down the front of Jungkook's shirt despite the youngers struggle against it.

"You guys are ruining your outfits." Jimin laughs, nearly falling. "Come on we're supposed to be wrapping up."

"They are wrapped up.. in each other." Jin jokes.

Jimin jumps at the sudden sound of Jin's voice. "Hyung when did you get here?"

"Joon-ah sent me to look for you." Jin replies, smiling fondly at the younger members, seeing Taekook double teaming J-hope, burying him with the autumn leaves as he laughs.

"Okay, I'll pull up Tete. You can pull up Jaykay." Jimin and Jin work together to separate the youngest members.

"It's time to go. We still have practice to do." Jin says, brushing leaves from Jungkook's clothes. "You're soaked.. go change so we can go. All three of you."

"Okay Seokjinnie hyung." Hobi takes Jungkook's hand to pull himself up, everyone leaving to continue the rest of their busy schedule.

"5..6..7..8.." Hobi tried counting over the music, but his voice wasn't carrying as loud as it usually does. He thought nothing of it, just motioning for staff to turn the music down. They've been working nonstop for their new album, and between practice, making the studio recordings, music videos, and photoshoots, he wasn't surprised his throat was getting sore.

The team went over the choreography once more without vocals, then again Jimin started the song strong, but when jungkook tried to follow his voice cracked when he tried to hit the higher notes, coughing.

"Jungkook, are you okay?" Jimin quickly finds him a water bottle.

"My throat hasn't recovered since we recorded.." Jungkook frowns, taking the water from Jimin. "Thanks jimin-sii.."

"Sing at a lower range for now, okay? We'll focus on the timing." Namjoon gives him a sympathic smile. He's been doing vocal lessons on top of recordings.. I should've told him to lay off the lessons until we finished recording..

"Alright, Namjoonie-hyung." Jungkook takes a drink of water, the coolness soothing his throat. "I hope it's better by next week.."

"You should be fine by then as long as you rest your voice as much as possible." Yoongi reassures him.

"I'll make you some tea when we get home." Jin offers, looking at both Jungkook and Hobi. Even if Hobi didn't say it out loud he could hear the strain in his voice.

"Thanks hyungie. That'd be great." Hobi smiles.

The seven members start up practice again, changing notes to be lower for Jungkook. Everything was going smoothly until Hobi started slowing down halfway through the fifth song, wrapping his arm around his middle, making Jungkook smack into him, Hobi losing his balance.

"Are you okay Hyungie? I'm sorry I didn't notice you stopped moving." Jungkook dropped to his knees next to Hobi, checking him for injuries.

"Yeah.. yeah I think I just need to eat something..my stomach started cramping up. I should've had something other than coffee.."

"I'll find you something.." Jimin quickly leaves the room.

"Here, drink some water for now." Yoongi gives Hobi a water bottle, helping him take small sips. "Any better?"

Hoseok nods, relaxing with the pain dies down. "Sorry..I didn't mean to worry you guys.."

Jimin returns to the room with a banana, letting go of the breath he didn't know he was holding when he sees that Hobi was no longer clutching his stomach. "Here Hyungie."

"Thanks Minnie.." Hoba gently peels the banana open, taking a few bites. "I'm feeling better now.. let's take a few minutes break and start again.."

Practice started again and everything was fine for an hour, until another member started showing signs of pain. Taehyungs movements started getting smaller and smaller, until it was unacceptable to Hobi.

"Taehyung-Ah, It's fine to practice like that right before a concert but you have to give it your all right now. I know you're tired but so is everyone else." Hobi scolds him, eyes widening when Taehyung suddenly sits on the ground his knees giving in.

"I'm sorry..i can't move well..my stomach just hurts hyung.." Taehyung whines softly,wrapping his arms around his middle. Hobi feels his stomach drop to the floor, feeling guilty for not noticing how pale or how shaky the husky toned vocalist became.

"What? When did it start hurting?" Yoongi blinks slowly, taken back by Taehyung's sudden confession rushing to his side reaching to touch his bloated stomach, feeling his muscles constrict under his hand. "Aiish Taehyungie.."

"This morning it was a little upset.. I didnt want to complain, especially not after Hobi-hyungie and Jungkook not feeling well either, but I can't do this. It keeps getting worse.."Taehyung says groaning when his stomach gurgles.

"Aiigo, Voo, you should've said something earlier.. You shouldn't push yourself so hard.." Jin sits next to him. How could he have missed how quickly his health declined. "Do you feel like you're gonna throw up?"

"I don't think so.. I just want to lie down and try to sleep the pain away." Taehyung whispers, closing his eyes tightly as another ripple of pain hits.

"I'll get someone to take you home." Jin looks to the staff members.

"Can I go with him, hy..hyung?" Jungkook clears his throat when his voice breaks. "I don't think I can continue singing anyway..it was only high notes before.. but now it's hurting to talk.."

"We could end practice early today." Namjoon suggests. "Jungkook and Taehyung both aren't in good condition and I know everyone else is tired too."

Hobi nods in agreement. He didn't think it was just a lost voice with Jungkook. The young vocalist was also out of breath much quicker than usual, and his voice was weakening at an alarming rate and his own stomach was still aching."We got the choreography perfect today and yesterday. We'll be fine if we cut out a few hours."

Jin and Namjoon lead Taehyung to the bedroom, pulling the blanket back, easing him into his bed. "Here Tae lay down, Yoongi is going to get you medicine.." Jin rubs his neck gently as Namjoon gets a trashcan to put by the side of the bed.

I don't understand..just yesterday he was playing with Hoba and Jungkookie..

Jin frowns, feeling sweat on the back of Taehyung’s neck. "Namjoon-ah I think he's starting to run a fever. Could you get a thermometer?"

"Of course Hyung." Namjoon leaves the room, brushing past Yoongi.

"Here I got some medicine for you, Taehyungie." Yoongi presents the medicine bottle, measuring a dosage of medicine out.

While Yoongi preps the medicine, Jin helps Taehyung sit up, feeling his body sway. "Woah, I got you.."

Taehyung felt dizzy when he got up, leaning heavily against Jin's broad shoulder. His stomach churned as soon as he was upright again, pushing up the toast from breakfast. "Hyu..hyung.."

"F*ck..Sh*t.." Yoongi quickly picks up the trash can from the floor when Taehyung burps, pushing up the sick. "It's okay.. you'll feel better once it's out.."

Taehyung hugs the trashcan as he empties his stomach into it with a loud retch, splashing sick into the plastic liner. Jin scratches lightly across his back, feeling his spine arch as his stomach pushes up thick bile.

"Taehyung.." Namjoon stops in the doorway, eyes widening when he sees how pale Taehyung became in such a short time. He thought he was doing better after he was asleep the whole car ride home without any problems, but he was foolish to think a short rest was enough to make a difference.

"Go get me a wet cloth and a bowl of water, please. His temperature is rising fast." Jin orders, Namjoon quickly leaving the room again. "It's okay, hyung will get you feeling better, just try to take deep breaths, okay?"

Taehyung goes to reply, but another wet burp comes instead, more sick filling the small bin. He presses the trash tighter against his stomach, trying to ease the pain with pressure. "It..it hurts.."

"I know baby.. I know.. you're doing so good.. you're almost done.." Jin encourages him gently, rubbing his palm up and down Taehyung’s sweaty back.

Yoongi holds Tae's bangs out of his face. "I'll get you a heat pack when you finish. It'll help with the pain.."

Namjoon returns to the room, giving Jin the wet cloth and placing the bowl on the side table. Jin thanks him, using it to wipe the sweat that was pooling on the back of Taehyung’s neck.

The amount of sick that came from Taehyung started to dwindle down,making the three older men start to relax as the younger took deep breaths, the tension in his shoulders ebbing away.

"I..I'm done.." Taes voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, loosening his grip on the bin. "Water...?"

"Here baby." Jin opens the water bottle for him. "Rinse out your mouth first then drink okay?"

Taehyung nods, taking in a mouthful of water and swishing it around a bit before spitting it out, trying to rid himself of the awful taste, then taking a few mouthfuls, cautious not to drink to much in fear of making himself sick once more.

"Can you swallow some medicine for me, Vuu?" Jin asks gently, rubbing his stomach.

"I think so.." Tae says hoarsely, accepting the medicine cup Yoongi offered him, swallowing it down quickly. "I'm sorry you had to see that.."

"Don't worry about it." Yoongi brushes off his apology. "Do you feel any better?"

"My throat and stomach hurt..and it's cold.. could I have the heat Yoongi-hyung..?" Taehyung asks, rubbing his hand across his sore stomach, muscles screaming in pain from the force of kicking everything out of it.

"Of course. I'll go get it." Yoongi leaves the room without hesitation. On his way to his room, he jumps at the sudden loud coughing coming from Jungkook "Are you okay, Jungkook?"

Jungkook made the 'okay' sign with his hand, continuing to cough into his blanket. Taehyungie-hyung was throwing up.. I can't distract them from taking care of him. Not for a cough.. I'll just take some medicine and go to bed early.. "I took a drink of water, and it went down wrong.." Jungkook says, pointing to the water bottle on the table.

Bullsh*t.. the lid is still on it.

Yoongi didn't call him out on it, though. He could worry about Jungkook later. Right now, he told Taehyung he would get him a heating pad to help his stomach. "Well, take some medicine just in case. Taehyungie is sick, and you were all over him yesterday."

"Okay Hyung."

Yoongi goes back on his quest, getting the item and returning to Taehyung ,plugging in the heating pad and placing it across Taehyung lower abdomen. "You can't use it for too long though, okay?"He says as a gentle reminder he couldn't take heat well.

Taehyung nods, the heat easing the pain away, his body relaxing"Thanks Hyung..that feels better.."

"Good..try to get some sleep, okay? Namjoon-ah." He motions for the rapper to lean closer."Go check up on Jungkookie, please? He was coughing really badly." Yoongi whispers by his ear, not wanting Taehyung to hear.

Namjoon nods,taking the medicine from the table and going to his room. "Tae is doing better. He was falling asleep when I left." He starts the conversation lightly. Jungkook had the awful habit of hiding his pain, not wanting to add more stress to the older members.

"Do you think we need to take him to a doctor?"

Namjoon could hear Jungkook holding back a cough.

"We'll see if the medicine helps. It might just be a stomach bug and he'll be okay in the morning. How about you? You were coughing a lot during practice. Are you feeling okay?"

"I just have a sore throat. My stomach doesn't hurt like Taehyungie-Hyungie, or do I feel feverish. I think I just overdid it." Jungkook tried negating his worries, down playing how he felt. He left out the pounding headache that he had all day and the fact that despite fact he hardly ate anything all day, the smell of Jimin and Hobi cooking in the kitchen made his stomach queasy "But Yoongi-hyung wants me to take medicine just in case.."

"Yeah he told me that, so I brought it with me." Namjoon feels the tension leave his shoulders when jungkook brings it up on his own, relieved he wouldn't have to fight with him to take it. He pours the younger the small cup of medicine, handing it to him

Jungkook takes it with a shaky hand, swallowing the medicine quickly hoping that Namjoon didn't notice.

"I'm tired, so I'm going to rest until dinner is finished. Its been a long week and its rare we get time to rest.." Namjoon says in hopes Jungkook would lay down and get the sleep he needs so he can recover and he falls for the trap.

"I'll lay down too. I'm a bit sleepy.." Jungkook lays down with a big yawn head hitting his makeshift pillow not taking more than a few minutes to fall asleep, snoring softly.

Namjoon gets up from his bed slowly, using the thermometer to confirm the low grade fever jumping back to avoid Jungkook coughing on him. "We're down two members.."

"Jaykay...jungkook-ah dinner is ready. Do you think you could eat?" Hobi goes into the room to check on him. Namjoon told him about his fever and that his cough became worse, but remembering the youngest vocalist only had one piece of toast with jam that morning made him unable to comfortably let him sleep.

"Mm..? Hoseok..ah..hyung..I'm not hungry.." Jungkook's voice sounded worse than earlier, coming out weak and scratchy. He was hardly awake, eyes not even open as he tried to turn him down.

"But you haven't eaten in twelve hours. Could you at least try to eat some soup?" Hobi tries encouraging him, gently running his hand up and down jungkook's side.

Jungkook stretches out, coughing into his arm. "Okay..okay..I'm up.." He could hear the worry in Hobi's voice and the older was right. He couldn't go to bed without eating something. What if I do have what Taehyungie-hyungie has? I don't want to throw up without anything in me..

Hobi helped Jungkook sit up, placing a tray of soup in front of him. "Do you want me to feed you?"

Jungkook tried to eat it on his own, but when he picked up the spoon the itch in his throat worsened, making him cough, spilling the soup onto the tray when it makes his chest rattle. Hobi quickly pulled the tray off.

"Aiish.. you scared me." Hobi sighs in relief when he sees none of the broth got on Jungkook.

"I'm.. I'm sorry.." Jungkook says between coughs.

"It's okay baby. It was an accident. I just didn't want it to spill on you. Let me do it. Okay?" J-hope feeds Jungkook bite by bite.

Meanwhile in another room, Jimin was helping with the second youngest, carrying a tray with him.

"I made you some soup. You don't have to eat it if you arent up to it though." Jimin says sympathically when he sees Taehyung was awake in his room, coughing Into the pillow he wrapped around.

"I don't know lf I can..but..I'll try.." Taehyung sits up slowly, closing his eyes when his head spins."If I don't eat I can't get better..and I feel awful.." He whines to himself, fighting against the dizziness.

"I know.. it's okay. Just a few bites for now okay?" Jimin scoops up some bean sprouts with the spoon, blowing on it before offering it to Taehyung.

Taehyung opens his mouth, taking in the bite, then another instantly regretting the second when he gags, having to force it back down with a hard swallow. He turns away from it, the smell of food making him feel worse. "No.. no.."

"Sh*t.. I'm sorry.. I'll take it away.. I'm sorry." Jimin quickly takes the bowl from the room. "Hyungie, Taehyung’s too sick for food.. His lips turned white after a couple bites, and he hardly forced it down.. what are we gonna do?"

"We'll get him some mineral water or something to replace food until his stomach settles. Why don't you go help Hoba? He didn't eat yet. He said he wanted to check on Jungkookie first." Jin heart sinks at the fact he couldn't even hold down soup, but didn't want Jimin knowing how worried he felt, quickly changing the subject.

"Alright. I'll go check on them." Jimin leaves to Jungkooks room relieved to see at least one of their patients eating. "Hobi-hyungie let me do it. You almost fainted at practice.. you need to eat."

"Oh..right.. I need to eat too." Hobi says, despite the fact he didn't feel hungry. It must be all the stress..

Hobi lied to himself. He refused to admit he was getting sick. Not when the two youngest were coughing up a storm and unable to eat. He leaves to the kitchen to get some kimchi Kongnamul guk.

"Oh good, you are eating. I was worried you'd be too busy caring for the others. I already had to force Jimin to sit and eat before seeing Voo." Jin smiles when he sees J-hope take a bite."

The warm broth soothed his sore throat, taking a few bites before talking. "What about Namjoonie and Yoongi-hyung?"

"Namjoon-ah said he wanted to sleep more and Yoongi went to the store." Jin explained. "I'll get Yoongi when he gets back and Namjoon when he wakes up. He's been working all nighters on the bonus track trying to make it usable before the album drop. I'm surprised he's not the one sick."

Hobi only eats half of the soup he put in the bowl, filling up quickly. The food felt uncomfortable in his stomach. "I'm finished. I'm gonna go lay down too. I want to get up early to help Joon with the song."

"Good idea. I wish I was better at songwriting so I could help." Jin admits. "Good luck."

Yoongi was a light sleeper, jolting awake when he hears the toliet seat smack against the porcelain bowl. "Aiigo..Taehyungie.." he rushed to the bathroom, slowing for a moment perplexed when he heard J-hope gagging, not Taehyung. "Hoba?"

It didn't matter which it was. He still opens the bathroom door, kneeling beside the ailing teammate. "It's okay, hyung is here.." Yoongi gently pulls Hobi's hair back with an elastic hair tie, rubbing his back.

Hobi goes to speak, but ends up burping up sick, eyes watering as the smell of his own Vomit sends his stomach whirling, pushing up mouthfuls of thick bile without breaks to breathe.

"Breathe Hoseok..you'll hurt yourself.." Yoongi urges Hobi. "Please try.."

Hobi tries to obey, but when he breaths in, his throat fills with sick, spraying it all over the toliet. He whimpers, head spinning making it hard to even keep sitting up right. "Hyung.." he whimpered, feeling himself sway despite his death grip around the toliet bowl. Yoongi wraps around him to keep him upright.

"I got you.. it's okay.." Yoongi could feel Hobi trembling in his arms as he pushes up everything he had left in his stomach, continuing to dry heave even after he had nothing left to give.

"Hoba..hoba...Hoseok-ah.... hey..you need to breathe.." Yoongi's voice was filled with panic when he feels Hobi get heavier in his arms. "Sh*t.. Hyungie! HYUNG..."

The sound of Yoongi's scream wakes up the house, Namjoon, Jin, Jimin and Taehyung rushing to see what was wrong.

"What happened Yoongi?" Jin is the first to ask, eyes widening when he sees Hobi Iimp in his arms.

"Hoba fainted.. he just..kept trying to throw up without taking a breath and then he just stopped.." Yoongi explains talking quickly, cradling the now unconscious Hobi in his arms as Hobi's body works overtime to catch up on oxygen it desperately needed.

"We can get him to a hospital if he doesn't wake up within a minute or two.. he probably just hyperventilated." Jin speaks calmly despite his heart thumping hard in his chest, eyes dilated in fear."Taehyungie, you should be in bed." Jin scolds him. "Jiminie, Joonie take him to bed. Me and Yoongi can handle this."

"No.. no let me stay until Hobi-hyung wakes up..I'm okay." Taehyung begs with tears filling his eye,ignoring the fact without the doorframe to lean on he wouldn't be able to stand. "Please..?"

"Tete..Tete, hyung.. is okay..i..I just.." Hobi tried to speak, but he was still struggling to catch his breath, continuing to pant with each word"Go..go..back.. to bed.. I'll..I'll come lay with you in a minute.." The last part came easier, sitting upright to help himself breathe easier.

"Are you sure you're okay Hoba?" Namjoon asks, looking over Hobi. "You still look pale."

"Yeah. I'm fine. I just..freaked out because I couldn't breathe which only made it worse..I'm sorry..I didn't mean to scare everyone.." Hobi bows his head, shakily making it to his feet. "I'm feeling better now.."

"I still think you should go to a hospital.." Yoongi speaks softly, breath still coming out strained.

Hobi hugs onto Yoongi. "I'm sorry I scared you.. I'm okay though. I feel sore, but I don't feel like I'll be sick anymore.."

"But what if it doesn't last? What if you do later?" Jimin frets, eyes widening with fear.

"If I do then I'll go.. until then I'll cuddle with Tete." Hobi smiles.

[setsuuestsu]

Drinking Tea When They Usually Don’t

Yoongi frowned when he smelled the peppermint tea coming from the living room. He never drank it, and Hoseok only drank peppermint tea a few times a year, usually only when he was sick. 

“Seok?” Yoongi called. He heard the TV on so he quietly crept towards the living room, being careful to not make much noise in case Hoseok was asleep. He saw Hoseok carefully sipping at a steaming mug of the tea, a blanket wrapped around his curled up form on the couch. The tea was what raised alarm. Hoseok was cold often, so the blanket was excusable, but he never drank tea unless he wasn’t feeling well.

The younger male looked up, face paler than his usual honey-toned skin. “Hey, Hyung.” he rasped out, coughing slightly. 

“When did this start?” Yoongi asked, sitting down next to Hoseok and pulling the younger male onto his lap. Hoseok immediately clung into his chest for warmth. 

“It was just a sore throat this morning.” Hoseok murmured, coughing afterwards. “Then it started to get worse.”

“Have you taken your temperature yet?” He placed a hand on Hoseok’s forehead. It was boiling under his touch. He didn’t wait for the younger’s answer before heading to the bathroom to grab the thermometer from the cabinet behind the mirror.

102.6. A high fever.

“What hurts?”

“Throat, an’ my head.” Hoseok murmured, closing his eyes and curling closer to his blanket. “‘M so cold …”

Yoongi sat back down next to Hoseok, reaching over to place the thermometer on the coffee table. He gently pulled Hoseok back down onto his lap. He raised his arm slightly and ran his fingers through Hoseok’s damp hair. 

“Close your eyes. I’m here now, yeah?”

[caleb-alfa-centauri]

Baby's tum-tum hurts

BTS Sope Sick fic/ Little space

Warning: Sick fic, Hoseok in little space and out of it. Yoongi his boyfriend and caretaker. Past trauma, abuse, and safe little space.

Mention of emeto, abdominal pain, cramping, scat, burping, explicit diarrhea description. Non sexual, non kinky. Abdominal medical and doctor play examination. Medical mentioned. Doctors medical devices, sad baby, bloated belly, gassy, noisy tummy, Hurt-comfort.

Summary:

Hoseok wakes up early to go to work, Yoongi is having a bath, but Hoseok discovers he doesn't feel good. His stomach hurts a lot, and whenever he feels sick, his coping mechanism is to go into little space.

Yoongi is his boyfriend, and when his boyfriend is in little space, he makes the role as an older brother, who takes care of baby Hobi.

Yoongi knows his boyfriend would slip into his little space mindset when he is tired, overwhelmed, sad, or most common sick.

Hoseok had woken up, as soon as he try to sit in bed, he felt sick all over, his stomach hurt a lot, he felt nauseated, and his abdomen was cramping badly.

He returned to bed, and knowing he had an awesome partner, boyfriend and caretaker, he left himself slip into his little space. Little Hobi felt so sick, he curled in a ball, and began to sob quietly.

Yoongi had went out the shower, and he couldn't find his boyfriend in the kitchen, usually je would be making breakfast for both, or trying to shower as well. He walk to the bed, fearing his boyfriend was sick.

"Baby?" He asked noticing the younger one still in bed.

"Yoonie?" The little one asked, it was a name for Yoongi, when Hobi was in little space head. "Yoon...." The little baby sob.

Yoongi understood his little one was sick, but he didn't knew how severe it was. He needed to call in sick for both, but he couldn't call their work, until he knew what was ailing his baby boy.

"Baby Hobi, what's wrong my little baby?" He asked even softer, he say beside Hobi in bed. The little boy had his arms surrounding his torso. "Tell Hyungie what's wrong...."

"Hyungie....Yoonie... Hobi's tum-tum hults...." The little one said, his voice sad.

"Oh no, again? Baby, come here, Yoonie will take care of it for you, probably you just had something bad for dinner, with a tummy rub and medicine we can solve it. " Yoongi told him patiently, soft and caring. "Come here, sit on Hyungie's legs, here I can rub your small baby tum-tum."

Hobi moved outside the bed, the little one sat on his Hyungie's legs where he felt safe, but when Yoongi was about to touch his abdomen to see the damage, the little poor baby, who was so sick, couldn't even tell his older brother, his tummy was hurting to much.

Baby Hobi felt his belly churning,he could feel a lot of movement, bubbling and pain before it happened. He heard his tummy going Wilde with awful noises.

Yoongi heard the bubbling coming loud and strong from his little one's tummy, and the next thing he knew was his poor baby, was having explosive diarrhea on top of both.

The brown hot gush of liquid came from little Hobi's butt, in seconds both were covered with the little one's diarrhea fluids.

Hobi began to cry hard, the little one kept on sobbing and screaming his lungs, his tummy felt so bad, he couldn't stop from whaling.

Yoongi had to carry him to the bath tube, they shower and bathed, then he cleaned their clothes and bed sheets, he replaced them for other ones, and when they were clean and done, he brought his little one to the bed, Hobi had a diaper, and a pajama with bears,the t-shirt was a children shirt he loved wearing in little space. But his tummy was so bloated the shirt was all stretched out. He had stopped crying at least.

"Yoon Hyungie....Hobi is sorry... tummy ouchie...poo poo came ...sorry..." He said shyly.

"Don't worry baby, is not my little baby's fault. Baby Hobi's poor and sick tum-tum needs medicine. How are you feeling baby? Is it too painful?" Yoongi asked, he smile warmly but he was worrying like crazy. He hate watching his little one in pain, and he was tired from cleaning the diarrhea.

Hobi nod so sad. "Yoonie, Hobi's tum-tum hurts. .." the little one said his little hands on top of his distended tummy. Even though he was sad, even in little space Hobi was always positive and happy, so he had try to smile for his Hyungie who he loved so much. "Tum-tum...roars....gurg....gurg... tummy is angy..."

When Yoongi had bathed his little one, he had noticed how distended was his poor stomach, the baby boy had a canon ball for stomach, a bowling ball on the stomach, or even a pregnant looking abdomen. This concerned him a lot. His baby Hobi was bloated and so swollen. And the poor abdominal surface kept on producing awful sounds.

"Baby Hobi's tum-tum needs to be seen by a doctor. Baby I'll make a tummy doctor appointment again, so you can have that poor sick painful tummy examine again, I'll call your special doctor, he has to listen to this angry tummy. Yes baby?" Yoongi told his little one, he was sitting beside the poor distended boy.

"No Yoonie, pwease no....Hobi don wan to.... Doctors hult... tum-tum.....nooo pwease no..." The small child complain miserable. The poor baby hated his "tummy doctor" his gastroenterologist knew about his little space and treated him like a baby boy. But he hated having his tummy all examine everywhere around and on the inside.

In all that time his poor sick belly haven't stop from doing all those awful sick sounds. Everything was moving inside of his small but distended poor tummy.

"Oh, don't cry baby, Yoonie needs to take his baby to the tummy doctor. Can you hear that baby?" He asked concerned he placed his ear delicate over his baby's poor ballooned stomach.

Hobi nod. "Is Hobi's tum-tum...my tum-tum is noisy....Yoonie.... tum-tum doesn't feels good...." He said, his baby hands pressed against the noisy big abdomen. "Yoonie....is Hobi pwegnant ...? Hobi's tum-tum is so big...." Hobi said excited, he was so curious he was drumming his baby bloated massively distended abdomen like a little drum, using little hands.

Yoongi giggled at his little one curiosity and imagination, Hoseok was always so full or energy, curiosity and excitement even been sick. "No sweetheart, Hobi is just full of air, your tum-tum is so sick, it bloated, so that's why you are so big, little Hobi's tum-tum looks like a balloon." Yoongi kiss the boy in his tiny head and then on the big tummy. "You know why Hobi's tum-tum is so loud baby? Why it has inflated so much? And why it keeps moving so much and hurting?" Yoongi asked to convinced him.

The big tummy gurgling madly, the baby's cheeks turned red. He hated his tum-tum growling.

"tum-tum is sick?" He asked. The baby boy understood Yoongi's point of view.

"Yes my poor baby, little Hobi's tum-tum is so sick, that's why you are having diarrhea too." Yoongi said. Hobi nodded.

"Yoon, Hobi don wanna have tum-tum so sick... tummy ouchie.." .the little one said drumming still his distended abdominal cavity. "Yoonie ... Hobi is afraid....doctor hurts Hobi or tum-tum?"

Yoongi relaxed his baby wasn't crying any longer. He was curious asking. "Want us to play tummy doctor, so you know what your tummy doctor is going to do?" Yoongi Asked having an idea.

Hoseok was excited, he clapped his little handsies. "Yes Yoon Hyun ...Hobi wanna play doctor....."

Yoongi had a medical equipment it was from his cousin who was a doctor, so he placed on the white rob, and using the real stethoscope, he took baby Hobi to other room, where there was an individual bed for guests, and that was just cover with a white sheet to simulate a doctor's examining table.

Yoongi carried his baby, and placed him in the middle of pf the bed. He took a chair next to it. His baby was laughing through the pain, he loved playing doctor.

"Now once we are inside the tummy doctor office, in a bed like this one, the doctor will ask questions. Like this. Little baby Hobi, how is your tummy? Do you have pain? Tummy troubles? Do you have nausea, diarrhea or vomit?"

"I see Yoonie....Yes Doctol Yoons... Hobi tum-tum is so sick....Tum is big... Hults...is noisy....moves a lot....and Hobi did poo poo before...." Hobi the cute boy said playing doctor with his Yoonie Huingie.

"Perfect, that was easy..."

"Is that all?" Hobi asked unsure and excited thinking it was over.

"No my cute baby, my baby boy, next is examining Hobi's poor tummy...."

Hobi was sad again. "Does it hults?"

"No baby, look, as Hobi's poor tummy makes a lot of bad tummy noises, your tummy doctor needs to hear your tummy, he will placed a little device, that is cold but it doesn't hurts, over baby's tum-tum, he will listen all those tummy sounds...." Yoongi explained patiently.

"How Yoonie? Are you also going to listen inside .... Hobi's noisy tum-tum?" The little one asked confused.

"Yes, let's begin, your Doctor will ask you to uncover your pretty stomach. Baby Hobi, can I uncover your tummy to listen inside?" Yoongi asked he placed the stethoscope on, and lifted showing it to Hobi.

"it hurts?"

"No baby, is just cold...." Yoongi said.

His little one nod. And placed his little hands at the sides of his body, so his Yoonie could move his clothes.

He uncovered his little one's horribly distended abdominal surface, his poor baby Hobi's abdomen was so big, it inflated worst, with each breath, the rounded big swollen and protruding stomach, was bursting from how big it had inflated all inside.

Yoongi even had to open his baby's diaper, so he could also hear the most lower belly. The little ones stomach kept on producing horrible abdominal sick noises everywhere and each time he breath.

Hobi was nervous looking how his Hyungie's hands rolled his t-shirt up, he noticed his tummy looked so bad. "Yoonie... tum-tum is so big...is it ugly?" He asked poking his tummy that trembled like jelly.

"No sweetheart, Hobi's tum-tum is the cutest thing, I promise, it's just that, Hobi has a balloon tummy right now, but doctor would also like Hobi's tummy." Yoongi said lying, he felt distress noticing how big his little one's tummy was, all sick and hugely expanded. "Hobi's tummy sounds like a drum or a balloon." he said drumming carefully and soft his baby's poor ballooned stomach it bounced and jumped everywhere. "Doctor will have fun curing your tummy sweetheart."

The child again laugh watching his tummy being drummed in and producing drumming echoes. "Now baby, I'll hear inside, please don't move, and don't talk, Doctor Yoons need silence to listen inside his Hobi." Yoongi took the cold stethoscope that was already warm, and placed it on top of the big abdominal cavity, there he could hear. The turmoil inside his baby boy. He listened everywhere. On his navel, the lower belly, his huge sides, his top belly, and mostly over his bowels.

The little one was curious watching his aching tummy being listen inside with the weird machine. He was quiet and not moving, he felt how the small cold metallic object slides through his balloon stomach. He felt a little shy, he knew his Yoonie Hyungie was listening attentively all those awful noises his tummy did. He felt a little embarrassed.

"Want to hear inside yourself?" Yoongi moved the apparatus to his baby's ears, the small child was excited, big open eyes, gasping in excitement. "Yoonie,.... tum-tum.....noises.....bubbles..... Hobi tum-tum is so mad, is grumpy...."

Baby Hobi have never heard something so awesome he heard bubbling, rumbling, water and bubbles everywhere.

Ones Yoongi finished listening inside his little baby tummy, he continue. "Baby, ones your tummy doctor has finished hearing inside, he needs to touch Hobi's sick and big tum-tum. He will press, touch, poke, prode, and sink his fingers on baby Hobi's tum-tum jelly big surface, like this." Yoongi said explaining everything to his baby sick boy.

"Ow Yoonie, tum-tum hurts.....Does Hobi tummy doc has to listen to my tum-tum? Does he need to touch Hobi in his tum-tum?" The little one said drumming still his stomach.

"Yes, but why baby?" Yoongi said he had stopped palpitations over his poor baby boy's sick and swollen abdominal cavity.

"Tum-tum is big so Hobi is shy ..." The little one admitted feeling shy. "Tum-tum is so noisy..... Tum-tum is so sick....Hobi is embarrassed..... tum-tum so sick, having Tum like this ... Makes Hob nervous..."

"I know baby is uncomfortable but no one expects Hobi to have a healthy Tum baby, Hobi goes to his tummy doctor when he is sick. So doctor would be there expecting us, with you, with the sickest tummy ever. He understands Hobi tummy does noises and is big because baby is sick. In fact Hobi is sensitive in the tummy, so that's why we already have a specialized doctor for your tum sweetheart. He already has listen that cute tummy."

"Okay....Yoonie can we still play doctor before going to real tum-tum doc?" The little one asked.

"Yes my baby.... Then the next step is palpation, doctor would need to feel those organs inside Hobi's tummy so he will press like this everywhere...." Yoongi began to press his baby tummy lightly and feeling each organ inside, moving in circles his hands, all the way from the top, to the lower tummy.

"Ar we done?" Baby asked believing it to be all it was left....

"No my baby, Doctor then needs to drum Hobi's balloony tummy, he needs to drum your cute little drum belly.... It helps doctor asses Hobi's poor tummy condition...."

Hobi was laughing again. "I like...Hyungie ...you drumming my tum-tum..... do it! Pwease play with Hobi's Tum....pwease!" The little one was clapping his hands excitedly.

"Then Hobi, can you breath in, and hold the air inside tum-tum, I want to see that tum-tum-tum getting bigger baby, inflate more that cute balloonie abdomen, all round and cute.....yes like that, hold in like that, come on baby, I know Hobi can do this... Baby boy push the tummy out.....Good boy!"

Hobi was so happy he loved playing with his Hyung, and he loved having the tummy so big, he had began to enjoy having a little balloon shape in his tum-tum. "Hobi is a good boy...." He said pushing even more his noisy and sick huge abdomen......"

Yoongi got even more concerned with the shape it got. It grew so much, and he got even more concerned he had never seen that size on his baby's abdominal distentions over the years.

"Baby close your eyes for me..." Hobi obey, and when he closed his eyes, he took a photograph,he needed his baby's abdomen in display so sick like that to show his baby's tummy special doctor. "Now don't move, Yoonie is going to measure that cute little stomach baby."

Baby Hobi opened his eyes and nod. He was happy watching how his Hyungie measured his belly, placing a tape measure device, under his back and surrounding all his protuberant abdomen.

"New record baby, Hobi's tummy is so big....you can stop pushing now, it must hurt, let me go for something quickly wait here."

Baby nod. Hobi lay there, with his diapers a little open at the waist, and all abdominal in display, he filled the room with his awful abdominal sick noises. He was farting like crazy, but at least he wasn't pooping his diapers yet.

Yoongi had went and called his doctor assistant. Jimin, was Doctor Seokjin's assistant. He ask all the information. Yoongi send the picture,the recording he had take, and the measurements of his little one's abdomen. The doctor said he was so sick, he make a little space to see one of his favorite patient. He said to bring him in after meal time, to see the baby's tummy reactions to his meal, he needed to have a full belly to see if he continue pooping or vomiting.

Yoongi returned to see the room smelled like rotten eggs, and little Hobi was sad. "What's wrong baby? Baby farted? Tummy is so sick right baby?"

Hobi nodded with his cheeks flushed. "Hobi is stinky...." He said and a tear rolled.

"No baby, is just that Hobi tummy is so sick. Tell the doctor your tummy is gassy, he needs to know how bad little Baby's farts smell...." He said rubbing his little one's belly, the big ballooned stomach sagging like jelly.

"Doctor need to know Hobi farts stink?" He asked confused.

"Yes baby, he needs to know, so he can understand why baby's stomach is sick and hurts. Now let's continue, I'll drum your little belly, as the doctor will."

Hobi got happy he clapped his hands. "Yes Hobi loves when Yoonie drums tum-tum..."

Yoongi began to drum more lightly than the doctor would do it. He playful drum his little baby in his cute but sick big tummy. Each time the poor abdominal distended cavity jumped, his belly sagged, trembled and bounced like a real ball. Baby Hobi at first was enjoying the drumming noises, but soon he felt pressure inside.

Yoongi heard how when he drum on the little stomach, the noises came worst, and the tummy bounced to much. He had never seen his baby this sick before.

Each time his hand collided with the naked abdominal sick shape, little Baby Hobi would burp, or fart even more.

"yoonie.... tum-tum jumps! Tum-tum....jumps....* The baby said noticing how his poor belly moved all over the place. "Doctor will make Hobi's tum-tum jump?"

Yoongi smiled warmly to this little one who was curious. "Yes, probably because Hobi's tummy is so big, it bounces, my poor baby has currently a little ball for stomach, you are so gassy baby, do you want to go to the bathroom?"

The little boy denied. "Yoonie ... That's all tum-tum needs?" Hobi asked watching his stomach inflate and deflate still naked, and still rumbling so angry.

"Yes baby, once that is done, Doctor will know hot to cure your little stomach.

The child laughed again at ease even though he had a lot of pain, and he couldn't stop farting rotten eggs.

Yoongi had to open a window without his little one noticing it, the stench spoke of how sick was baby Hobi's poor tummy.

Yoongi had also message Seokjin their doctor, about the gassy belly, the stench, the horrible flatulence episodes his baby was having.

The doctor asked to listen to it, and to the baby's stomach, so Yoongi asked his baby.

"Baby, tummy doctor wants to hear your tummy, how about we call him, so he can see and hear little Hobi's sick tum-tum. He loves having sick bellies to examine, he will love yours ..."

"Really? He loves my tum-tum-tum like this?" The innocent kid asked excited, not knowing it was to hear his farts, and his noisy abdominal noises.

"Yes, baby. Shall we?"

The baby nodded. Yoongi used his computer to video call his Gastroenterologist Seokjin, he placed de laptop on baby's Hobi legs, from there Seokjin could see the child with the most protuberant abdomen he had ever seen the little one with, and also he could hear the most awful noises a stomach ever made, the farting was constantly, and he could listen clearly how the little one's farts wounded wet horrendous, and long. He understood the little one was suffering with an awful pain.

Once th video call ended, Seokjin instructed Yoongi to skip the meal, and to bring inmidiatly the little one to his personal office.

"Baby, doctor was so excited with your cute stomach, he said he wants to examine you now. Lest get ready to go to your Tummy Doctor appointment." Yoongi said sadly.

The baby nodded still bothered with the cramping the abdominal pains, and farting. Yoongi dressed him again closing the diapers, placing on some pants, and a hoodie, then he took extra clothes, diapers, and cleaning supplies. He carry his baby and took him to the hospital.

They already knew the little one, they had been attending him, ever since he first was sick I'm little space, so Hobi felt safe there, no one judge the little baby.

Yoongi went in with his sick baby boy. He placed the kid on the examination table. Seokjin asked Yoongi to undressed him and he did. Hobi was at ease because he already knew that would happen.

Seokjin began to listen to the bays stomach, but when the palpation began, Hobi began to sob so hard. Yoonie had lie to him, his tummy was so sore and big it hurted so much, and Seokjin was trying to press more lightly but still he needed to assess the bloated abdomen.

"Don't cry baby...."

"Yoonie say it won't hurt tum-tum..." The little one whined.

The doctor spend a lot of time palpating the baby's poor stomach. Hobi felt so sad, he wanted to stop, but for some reason the doctor kept pushing inside his tummy.

"Baby, your belly is so sick, it is big, I can't asses you that well. What did Hobi ate to have his stomach this big and sick?" Seokjin asked.

"He ate normally what he would, but yesterday Hoseok went to a party and probably he ate something he should have not." Yoongi explained. His baby was farting so bad the doctor understood finally the stench Yoongi had mentioned, he didn't say anything.

"Had Hobi's stomach being sounding like this?" The doctor asked again.

"Yes, all morning....he had diarrhea." Yoongi said.

When the doctor was trying to drum his belly, the baby sob harder, it hurts his tummy so bad, and he had diarrhea without noticing all the diaper ended up full in his diarrhea fluids.

Yoongi cleaned his baby, and put him a new diaper. The doctor continue examining him.

"That's it?" Yoongi asked ..

Hobi felt so sad, nothing was the way he had expected it to be. Everything was wrong with his tummy doctor appointment. All Yoongi played with him and explained to him was different.

"No, I have never seen him this sick before. I think he has a gastrointestinal strong virus or infection. He needs to stay so we can keep him under strict vigilance. First, I need you to feed Hobi his meal, a light, digestible meal, liquid diet, I'll give you a private room, and there they would take his meal. I need to do other abdominal examination once he is digesting the meal, to see how his tummy reacts to it."

Yoongi nodded, he already knew Hobi needed to be hospitalized. He had appreciated the private hospital room, as not all people understood Hobi when he was in little space, and he didn't want anything to alter, cause more distress or embarrassed his little one.

Hobo felt sad, he understood he needed to stay at hospital so he began to cry.

Once they had been moved to the room, Hobi was placed in the bed, some devices minoring his signs, and an IV connected to his little hand.

He was sobbing quietly, he didn't want to upset Yoonie, his poor Hyungie. His little but bloated stomach hurt so much, and they have him just in his diapers, because of the fever he had.

"Yoon....Hobi....wan to go home....." He said sadly.

"I know baby, but your tummy doctor wants you to eat, so he can examine you again on a full tummy, to see if you are digesting correctly." He explained to his baby, he sat beside the bed and he kept rubbing his tummy. The stomach kept on gurgling angry.

"No Yoonie....No. Hobi need more examinations? Why? Why with tum-tum full?" The little one asked.

"Yes baby. Because he needs to listen again your tummy but working, digesting food, to see if you still have diarrhea or grassy bowels ..." He explained to his baby boy.

"If Hobi has tum-tum examine..... Hobi can go home?" The little one ask again.

"Yes baby."

When the food arrived, Yoongi fees his baby the liquid diet, soups, liquids and more liquids. The baby ate and drank everything, his poor little tummy bloated more, his tummy was worst, the noises it did were unstoppable and unhealthy. His little stomach had became a gurgling burbling pot. He was so swollen, and full of liquids that each time the baby breath, or move, his tummy sloshed all around and inside.

Seokjin returned back to the room, he closed the door, and was shocked to find his little patient more sick than before, the little one's abdomen had grow and double the size. It was even more noisy, and seemingly for the child's tears, also painful.

Seokjin struggled to examine again, each time he placed the stethoscope, the noises would distorted. Then pressing his stomach and palpating it proves to be imposible, ad the little one had a lot of pain and whine each time his massive abdomen was touch. Finally he try to drum his abdomen, it was the most painful, embarrassing and uncomfortable experience for baby Hobi's tum-tum. He felt the pressure, and also saw how his stomach sound worst, all sick, and sloshed each time the doctor hit his tummy making it bounce up and down.

Hobo finally relaxed believing it was over, but for his bad luck and frustration his hospital trip was barely beginning. "His stomach is so big, noisy and sick, I couldn't examine him properly, we will need to do, lab examination, imagery examinations, scans, an ultrasound and probably he will need to spend the night, the virus he has is really strong one .

Hobo cried so hard when Yoongi explained his little one, what was needed. He was so sad and afraid, they drew out his blood, his pee and poop were taken in samples to be examined, and the worst part was, he needed to have his stomach naked under some strange machine that was the x-rays, then his stomach was scanned with a noisy machine, and finally Seokjin ultrasound his tummy, the baby boy had his tummy so big, the ultrasound looks if he was expecting a child, from how huge his poor stomach was.

He spend all the rest pf the afternoon and night, with bad diarrhea, vomits, horrible noisy, bassy, smelly and rotten farts. His gassy belly was producing a lot of air and gas inside so he looked like a balloon the next day.

He cry so much, and Yoongi remained by his side, rubbing his baby boy's tum-tum softly, giving it kisses. Cleaning him from diarrhea or vomit episodes, and trying to make him eat or drink water.

Like that the baby spend other morning and in the afternoon he was finally left to go home. Still with a lot of medicine, with the strongest intestinal viral infection he had ever had. But with sweet Yoongi taking care of him.

The end.

[jeongin-central]

Just Soft Baby YoonHope/Sope:

Yoongi likes watching the other kids play. He likes it when they laugh and have fun; it makes him happy to see them happy.

One boy especially is having a lot of fun. It seems like the sun is dimmer whenever the boy smiles his heart- shaped smile, and Yoongi finds that he’s unconsciously smiling whenever he sees him. He looks back down at the virtually illegible handwriting and reads the lines, his dark eyes critical for an eight year old. The warmth on his skin makes him relax, and he leans back in the bench as he flips the pen between his fingers.

(The reason he’s sitting, and not running around playing, is because he fell the last time he was playing, and his leg still hurts in its white wrapping.)

He hears the wood chips crunch and looks up. It’s Sunshine Boy, as he has so affectionately named him in his head.

Sunshine Boy tilts his head, sitting down next to him. “What happened to your leg?” His voice is as sunshine-y as his smile, which is gone in favor of a pout.

Yoongi shrugs, then says, “I was playing, and then I fell and hurt myself on accident.”

Sunshine Boy’s eyes widen. “Are you okay?”

“Yep.”

Yoongi kind of wants Sunshine Boy to go away, to go have fun, so he can see the beautiful, heart-shaped smile again, but he also wants the other boy to stay, to spend more time with him. Yoongi’s lonely, and his brother and parents are busy working. He likes human company.

But he wouldn’t dare admit that out loud.

“Well…” Sunshine Boy says slowly, “Do you want me to stay with you? You look lonely.”

Yoongi hesitates, then says, “Wouldn’t you rather play with the other kids?”

Sunshine Boy smiles again, making Yoongi’s lips curve up. “I want to stay.”

“But we don’t even know each other,” Yoongi protests weakly.

“Then let’s change that!” The boy holds out his hand. “I’m Hoseok, but everyone calls me Hobi.”

“Yoongi. I’m Yoongi.”

“Hi Yoongi!”

Someone comes over and says, “Are you coming back to the game, Hobi hyung?”

“Not right now, Jiminie. Tell Channie and Minho I’m out for now.”

“Okay.” Jimin pauses, then smiles at Yoongi. “Hi! I’m Jimin.”

“Yoongi.”

Jimin waved goodbye before running back to his friends, and Hobi and Yoongi were left alone.

Alright I’m leaving now bye-

[downtownchip]

Do you know whatever happened to chicken noodle jhope? (the one who wrote those really good bts emeto centric sickfics such as "hyung needs us" "should have had a break" and recently the sope neighbours college au?)

[min-yunki-agustd]

Can I request Yoongi with a slightly big stomach, like bloated or something, t-shirt rolled up, trousers opened, and his underwear slightly showing and his boyfriend Hoseok laying on a side resting his head on the uncovered abdomen to hear what's wrong with his boyfriend's tummy?

Yoongi probably had a hand on Hoseok's hair or back, like their having a romantic moment like they were cuddling and Yoongi's stomach began to get upset and growl mad, so Hoseok is hearing inside gently after uncovering the tummy.

The plot behind it.

Cuddling in bed, eyes almost closed both man almost asleep.

(stomach growls horrible churning, bubbling and a little watery too)

"what's that? Wait, Hyung, don't tell that was your stomach? Are you like, hungry, or something? We had just had our dinner!" Hoseok lifted his head and began giggling as always.

Yoongi looks at him with a scrounge face. His hands goes up tu rub at his bothered unwell stomach. "It was my belly, but I'm not hungry. Actually Hoseok-ah, I'm not feeling well!" He complained after his stomach kept on producing those sick sounds inside.

Hoseok's face fell, he is worry.

"Why? What's wrong with it?" He asked palming soflty his Hyung bloated abdomen on top of the shirt.

"I dunno. Probably dinner didn't agreed, everything is jumping inside. Can you feel it in your hand? Can you hear it? Hobi my stomach doesn't feels good!" Yoongi groans closing his eyes.

Hoseok palms the stomach everywhere posible gently.

"I can feel it! Yiaish! Poor thing your stomach is so angry and active!" He said surprised and worrying for his boyfriend.

He rolls Yoongi's t-shirt up. Revealing a distended big abdomen.

"what are you doing?" Yoongi asked looking down. His hand in his bothered chest and abdominal area.

"I want to hear how bad is your tummy. But oh, look at your tummy, love, your tum is distended, it bloated!" Hoseok said cooing sadly.

He places his ear and head over the screaming stomach, he is hearing awful sounds.

Yoongi's cheeks burning red. "Hobi, please don't listen inside of me, is embarrassing my belly must sound so sick.!"

"Oh don't worry Hyung, even like this your tummy is pretty and sounding so cute. Poor of you, let me bring something of medicine, but first, where those the pain is located and what you feel?"

"Upper stomach, and lower belly, like the food is heavy in my chest and stomach like pressure and heart burn, and in the lower area gas. I think is indigestion and excess of gas!" Yoongi says sad.

"wait here pretty boy! I'll came back with medicine!"

Yoongi drank the medicine and Hoseok kept or rubbing his sore abdomen all night long, while they cuddle and fall asleep like that inside the bed. The stomach more quiet and less angry.

(This story is for you!) Love you!

Thank you so much for the story the lore is awesome it's very cute. I flipping love sope. This was very funny to draw I hope the drawing is to your liking and if it's not let me know what I can do to improve it. thank you so much for your request and I love you too!

I bet you are really sweet irl...

[had-me-at-saranghae]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jeon Jungkook Additional Tags: Graphic Description, Sickfic, Sick Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Platonic Relationships, Sope, sick hoseok, sick jhope, reckless yoongi, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, bts oneshot Summary:

Hoseok got up, stumbling his way over to his suitcase to find any sort of painkillers to alleviate the pain in his left eye. Of course, he didn’t think to bring any medication. His eyes darted towards Yoongi’s open suitcase, knowing very well how meticulate and organized Yoongi can be even when he only had less than 20 minutes to pack. Hoseok struck gold after rummaging for a few minutes. He was so greedy of alleviating his pain that he didn’t think twice about taking it straight. Of course, the consequences of not thinking his actions through is feeling the tablet flow down his throat due to not producing enough saliva.

  Ugh.

 ____ In which, Yoongi and Hoseok goes on a bromatic getaway and well... chaos ensues

[whats-k-popping]

Hey there sweetheart I'm glad you have many followers you deserved them and even more! Supporting you always!

I would like to ask for a yoonseok one with Hoseok being the one sick. Having not eat to well and being nervous for his upcoming album, his defenses go down and he gets himself the worst enteritis he could have get. His stomach hurts so much he haves the runs and nausea but still he wants to work up more,until Yoongi finds him and has to take care of him.

Thanks

Thank you so much Anon! 😊 I really appreciate your kindness and support! I'm thrilled to fill this request for you and hope you'll enjoy it. It's my final deliberate JITB themed request, so I went a little overboard on it. 😅 I've never written enteritis specifically before. But I did research it so I hope this is sufficient. I hope you like it! 🫶🫶🫶

Pairing: SOPE- romantic relationship between members

Words: 3770

Warnings: Emeto || Scat || Graphic Descriptions of Illness || Fever || Enteritis Symptoms || Overworking || Angst

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The sound of the door slamming shut plays though Yoongi's mind on repeat. 

Yoongi scrolls again through his chat with Hoseok, re-reading the dozens of apology messages that are still marked unread. The older rapper has been trying to get in touch with his dongsaeng for three days now. He figured Hoseok needed some time to get over it, but this is startling to feel ridiculous. Yoongi sends a new, longer, concern-filled text message every few hours. But his boyfriend hasn't opened a single one. 

Once his concern boils over, he decides to reach out to Jimin. The younger dancer is arguably the only other member as close to Hoseok as he is. If Yoongi has earned the title of boyfriend, then Jimin has earned the title of best friend. The two are inseparable in their own way. And Yoongi doesn't mind sharing Hoseok's attention. But he wishes right now that he would receive some of it.

Although maybe he doesn't currently deserve it. It's been three days since Yoongi and Hoseok had an ugly disagreement. It started with playful banter, as most of their arguments do. Hoseok had tried to convince Yoongi to fly to Chicago with him for his first ever solo performance. But Yoongi adamantly put his foot down, making the steadfast decision that he did not want to travel. It wasn’t an attempt to shun Hoseok. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to be supportive. He simply didn’t want to go through the hassle of leaving the county. No matter how much Hoseok pleaded that he needed his boyfriend with him for comfort and support, Yoongi didn't budge on the matter. After Hoseok all but groveled for over forty minutes, Yoongi's blood boiled from the repetitive line of questioning. He said no and Hoseok wasn’t listening. In the heat of the moment, he went off on his boyfriend. He'd gone as far to challenge Hoseok's professionalism and allude that his solo debut would fail because he's too dependent on others. 

No words were exchanged after that. The next thing Yoongi remembers hearing is the loud slamming of the front door. The image of Hoseok’s back as he ran out is burned in his mind. 

He assumes the rapper has been staying with Jimin. So he finally decides to make the phone call. Jimin answers almost immediately, "Hyung, I was actually just about to call you." He replies with the most forced chuckle Yoongi's ever heard. 

He picks up on the tension in the dancer's voice, postponing his question in favor of investigating Jimin's distress. He hopes it will somehow lead him to Hoseok. "Did you need something, Jiminie?"

"I was just wondering if you know what’s going on with Hoseok-hyung," Jimin admits, "he hasn't answered me in a while." 

"You and I both. I actually called you to see if you knew how he's doing. He hasn't been home in a few days." Yoongi admits, running an exasperated hand through his hair. The dancer must be really angry if he's shutting Jimin out too. Jimin hadn’t even done anything. 

"He hasn't even come home?" Jimin's voice raises an octave in concern. "You don't think something bad happened to him, do you?" There's obvious fear in the question. Jimin rambles off a few absurd scenarios in worry. 

Yoongi doesn’t think anything bad happened. He thinks Hoseok is still just mad about their argument. But if Jimin hasn't even heard from him, or about the argument, he's starting to assume the worst. Still, he knows Jimin's already anxious and he doesn't want to upset him any more. 

"I'm sure he's safe. We had a bit of an argument the other night, so I thought maybe he needed space and was staying with you." Yoongi shares hoping it will ease Jimin’s concern. Unfortunately, that backfires. Jimin questions again, sounding even more concerned. 

"You two fought? Hyung, what did you do?" Yoongi's admittedly a little offended that Jimin automatically assumes he's in the wrong. But he can’t be too mad about it. It's not like he's wrong… 

"We just," he pauses to chew on his lower lip. Just thinking about it makes him feel guilty, "had a small disagreement over his Lollapalooza performance. I overreacted. And might have said some pretty hurtful things to him. I may have told him his debut is going to flop." It sounds so stupid to say it out loud. 

"Yoongi-hyung, how could you?" Jimin's using his scolding voice, the voice he uses to reprimand Taehyung and Jungkook. But Yoongi doesn't stop him. "You know how stressed out he's been about his album debut and the performance." And yes, Yoongi does know. "He's been really nervous about it. He doesn't need any added stress right now. You know he's already overworking himself." Yoongi knows that too. 

When Jimin's been silent for a full ten seconds, Yoongi responds. "I feel awful about it, Jimin-ah. I know I took it too far. I knew the second the words left my mouth. I thought he just needed time to cool off. But he hasn't even opened my texts. And all of my calls go straight to voicemail." Guilt and regret is usually hard for Yoongi to admit, but talking to Jimin has always been easy. The words just fall out. Yoongi’s unable to restrain himself; his emotions pour onto his sleeve. 

"I know you probably do feel bad, hyung." Jimin's tone softens again. The wrath of Jimin is a force to be reckoned with. But as quick as it comes, it goes, leaving a gentle warmth behind. "But you need to tell Hobi-hyung you're sorry. You need to talk to him. In person." Yoongi huffs. Why is Jimin always right? 

"I would if I could. But I don't know where he is!" The rapper shouts into the receiver. It's not directed at Jimin, just an eruption to ease his own frustration. But he finds that he doesn’t feel any better afterwards. And he quickly corrects himself before another member, another person he cares deeply about, gets mad at him. "Sorry for yelling, but I feel sick just thinking about it. I want to see him." 

"Then find him. He has to be around somewhere." Jimin replies calmly. "You know him better than anyone else. You should know where he is." 

Jimin's smooth speech feels like a comforting hug pressed around him. He takes a deep calming breath, "I'm going to go find him. You'll let me know if you hear anything?" 

"Of course. And you'll let me know when you find him?" 

"Absolutely." 

"Once you guys figure everything out, tell him to call me. There's something I need to talk to him about." Yoongi can hear the smirk in Jimin's voice. He wonders what Jimin could want to talk about. 

"If he talks to me, I'll let him know." 

"He's going to talk to you, hyung. He loves you." Jimin reminds like it's the most obvious thing in the world. He’s quick to hang up before Yoongi can argue.

Yoongi doesn’t know where to start. He does know Hoseok better than anyone, so he knows Hoseok’s favorite place is in their home. That knowledge isn’t getting him far. If he hasn’t reached out to Jimin, it’s unlikely that he’s reached out to any other member. Then Yoongi remembers one thing that Hoseok loves on an equal scale to Yoongi and the rest of the members- ARMY. He opens social media to see if Hoseok’s posted anything recently that might give him a clue about the dancer’s location. 

He finds an Instagram story posted 18 hours ago. It’s a mirror selfie. Yoongi immediately identifies the practice room and knows it’s in the company building. He stares at the selfie, having to flip back and forth between his and Namjoon’s story after the 10 seconds pass for Hoseok’s. Hoseok looks tired, and uncharacteristically pale. He looks small, but it may just be because everything he’s wearing is at least three sizes bigger than his body. His face is mostly covered by a low sitting bucket hat. And a caption to remind ARMY that he’s doing everything he can to make sure his debut is a success. Yoongi feels that comment is directed more at him than ARMY though. He thinks Hoseok posted it as a clue. 

He starts his search from there. He knows at least Hoseok was at the company building 18 hours ago. Maybe he’s still there, living out of his studio. Or maybe someone from the company has seen him and knows where he is. It’s a starting point. So Yoongi makes the short drive over to the company and shoots up the elevator to the dance studio. He finds that same studio reserved for an ENHYPHEN practice.  

Next he wanders the halls until he gets to Hoseok’s studio. The door is locked, but Yoongi knows the passcode and lets himself inside. Hoseok’s not there. Though Yoongi speculates he recently was. Their production software is open on his screen. Sheet music and lyric papers are scattered on the desk. His phone is buried among the chaos. When Yoongi picks it up, he notices that the device is dead. He graciously plugs it into the cord that Hoseok keeps in the USB port of the tower powering his desktop and watches for the little battery symbol to light up. He then sets that aside.

When he wanders closer to the work station, he has to throw his hand over his nose. He’s nauseated by the smell coming from Hoseok’s studio waste bin. He immediately recognizes the stench as vomit, but still peeks into the bin to confirm. There’s a bag a quarter filled with brown liquid and undigested stomach contents. Yoongi knows it must have been Hoseok. He wonders how many times Hoseok’s thrown up as he ties off the bag and carries it down to the trash chute at the end of the hall. 

Yoongi returns and waits again for Hoseok. He has to come back eventually. The man can’t go more than an hour without using his phone. He sits himself on Hoseok’s oversized couch and keeps his eyes trained on the door. 

Hoseok does return, but not how Yoongi expected him to be. Hoseok shuffles slowly through the door, hunched over with an arm clutching his middle and a grimace on his sweaty face. His knees wobble as if Hoseok’s just ran 10 kilometers to get there, but Yoongi thinks that’s hardly the case. A soft breeze would be enough to knock him over.  

The dancer doesn’t even notice Yoongi sitting on the couch among his many pillows as he makes his way back to his desk. He practically collapses into the desk chair and has to yank himself back toward the computer. His movements are slow and it seems like even the slightest click causes him pain. Yoongi watches in silence and Hoseok continues to attempt to work through his obvious suffering. He shoots Jimin a quick text to let him know he’s found Hoseok, but to hold off on reaching out.

Yoongi knows he should intervene. He knows he should jump in and force Hoseok to take a break. But he isn’t sure where to start. He wants to apologize for how he acted, how he spoke the other night. But Hoseok doesn’t look like he has the energy to have that conversation right now. He contemplates just jumping in and taking care of him, but he doesn’t want to do that if Hoseok’s still mad about their fight. It’s a paradoxical situation that Yoongi can’t think himself out of. All the answers seem wrong. 

It’s not until Hoseok burps up a stream of liquid that splatters loudly inside the unbagged garbage bin that Yoongi jumps in. He’s off the couch and by Hoseok’s side in less than a second. “Easy, love. Take it easy.” He knows how emetophobic Hoseok is. It pains him to know that Hoseok was through this alone. “Just let it out. You’ll feel better. You’re doing great.”  He coaxes with gentle ministrations along the dancer’s skin as more vomit spews from his mouth. Hoseok doesn’t immediately push him away, Yoongi takes that as a sign to continue. 

Hoseok pants heavily with his face still hovering over the bin. Silent tears run down to the tip of his nose and mix with the sick mess coating the plastic. When he sniffles in an attempt to slow the tears, Yoongi finally realizes he’s crying. “Hobi. Hobi, baby. Tell me what hurts.” He uses one finger to lift Hoseok’s chin, guiding them to make eye contact. 

Looking into Yoongi’s soft, innocent eyes only makes him cry harder. His shoulders shake with violent sobs. “Wh-Why are you-ou he-here.” He cries out between hiccuping breaths. 

Yoongi gasps, taking a step back. He didn’t mean to upset Hoseok. But he guesses the younger is still mad at him. He takes a deep breath and goes in for the apology, “Oh, Hob-ah.” He uses a tissue to wipe away the rivers of tears that pour down his puffy cheeks. Hoseok allows it, trying to measure his breathing. “I came to apologize to you about the other night.” Hoseok wipes his eyes in waiting. Yoongi takes a deep breath before continuing. “Hobi, I am so sorry for the things I said the other night. I know how hard you’ve been working, and how nervous you are. It was insensitive of me to use that against you. I want to make it up to you.” Yoongi takes Hoseok’s hand into his own, using his thumb to rub over the soft sweaty skin on the dancer’s palm. “Can you forgive me?” 

Hoseok, again, doesn’t pull away. He wants to stay mad at Yoongi. He wants Yoongi to feel the consequences of his hurtful actions. But he also doesn’t feel well. He wants to be cuddled and pampered just a bit. He wants someone to rub his stomach and play with his hair because it makes him feel better. He wanted someone to break into his studio out of concern and be his knight in shining armor. God, he loves Yoongi so much. But not enough to just let him off the hook. “I can’t believe you told me my debut would fail. I thought you believed in me.” Hoseok reminds him, punctuating the sentence with a sob. 

It stings like a knife in Yoongi’s chest to be reminded. But he knows he deserves it. What Yoongi said to him probably stung even worse in the moment. “I do believe in you, jagi.” Yoongi clasps his hand tighter. “Hoseok, everything you touch turns to gold. I was an idiot. I am an idiot. And idiots say stupid, meaningless, hurtful things sometimes. Even to the people they love the most.” Yoongi sheds a tear. Then five. Then 10. Then too many to count because they just don’t seem to stop. 

The weight of the situation hurts, he can’t mask this raw emotion he has looking at the heartbreak in Hoseok’s eyes. He knows he shouldn’t be crying, because he was in the wrong and he certainly doesn’t deserve Hoseok’s sympathy. Especially since Hoseok’s emotionally hurt and physically sick. Hoseok doesn't have the bandwidth to be dealing with an emotional Yoongi right now. So he quickly rubs the tears away, swiping at his running nose with the back of his sleeve. “I’m so sorry, Hob-ah.”

“Hyung,” Hoseok whispers to get the older man’s attention. And he has it instantly. This is the first term of endearment Hoseok’s used. Granted, it’s not as romantic as Yoongi’s used to. But it’s a step in the right direction. At least he’s getting acknowledged at all. “I just wanted your support.” He swallows thickly, feeling another round of nausea creeping in. He’s not going to punish Yoongi any more. Seeing him cry was enough. “I’m scared.” The words leave his mouth in an airy whisper. 

But Yoongi hears them clearly. He doesn’t have any words, left absolutely stunned speechless for the first time in his life. His heart aches at the confession, at the vulnerability in Hoseok’s voice. He moves forward and pulls Hoseok into a tight hug, hoping that the embrace would speak to how much support, admiration and affection he has for the younger man. 

Hoseok is initially grateful for the hug. It’s warm and tight, a welcomed pressure grounding him. He’s been feeling like he’s been free falling into a void for weeks now. Like he’s been shrouded in darkness. But Yoongi brings him a ray of light. Yoongi’s arms make him feel safe. They also, unfortunately, make him feel sick. He feels the nausea he swallowed previously creep into the back of his throat. As much as he wants to melt into his boyfriend’s chest, he pushes Yoongi away. 

Yoongi’s heartbroken at first, thinking he’d moved too quickly into rekindling their relationship. He thinks that Hoseok’s holding a steady grudge. But when he sees Hoseok dive for the bin again, he realizes that Hoseok’s shove was just to avoid vomiting on him. He’s grateful, and comforts Hoseok again not a second later. He swipes fingers through Hoseok’s hair, wondering when the strands got so long. He grazes the dancer’s skin and feels the heat of fever radiating off of him. He knows the rest of the apology and the remainder of the restorations can wait. He needs to get Hoseok home, resting. He’s overworked himself to the point he’s made himself sick. And Yoongi feels like that’s his fault, too. 

Hoseok dry heaves over the bin, his stomach completely empty. But he’s been on this rotation for a while now. He knows it’s only a matter of time before the discomfort settles in his other end. He’s taken six emergent trips to the bathroom since he’d started feeling sick. And the persistent cramping and aches tell him it’s going to go on for a while. 

“Hob-ah,” Yoongi massages the tense muscles in Hoseok’s neck and shoulders. Hoseok relaxes immediately. “Let’s go home.” He encourages, kissing the crown of the other’s head. “Let me take care of you, please.”

“My album…” Hoseok replies, glancing a second at the computer screen. It’s timed out, a colorful screensaver lighting up the screen. He had wanted to finish something today. Otherwise, all his suffering had been for nothing. 

“Jagiya. You still have so much time. Please.” Yoongi pleads, kneeling in front of Hoseok, looking up at him with pleading eyes and pressing random kisses to his knuckles, “Please. Come home with me.” He won’t take no for an answer. 

A quiet voice in the back of Hoseok’s mind knows that he’s tortured Yoongi enough. And he’s tortured himself enough. He doesn’t want to take a break, the pressure of debut weighs down heavily upon him. But he knows taking a few days to recover will do him some good. “I really don’t feel well, hyung. My tummy hurts.” 

Yoongi smiles, standing up and helping Hoseok to stand as well. “I know, love. You’ll feel better soon.” He guides Hoseok out of the studio and down the hall. 

Hoseok has to stop by the bathroom before he allows Yoongi to take them to the car. When Yoongi sees the way that Hoseok wiggles his hips and clenches his ass through the door, he imagines he knows what's going on. He uses that time to go back to Hoseok’s studio and tidy up a bit. He makes sure the track is saved and the papers are organized. He grabs Hoseok’s barely charged phone when he sees it. He throws the whole waste bin down the trash chute and decides he’ll just buy Hoseok a new one. He knows Hoseok hates a mess. And Yoongi doesn’t want his boyfriend to be immediately stressed again once he returns to work. 

Hoseok’s still in the bathroom when Yoongi returns. He enters and leans against one of the sinks, waiting. He listens silently to the angry noises Hoseok’s stomach makes. He hears the steady flow of liquid shit and gaseous breaks in between. He hears Hoseok whimper, whine and moan in discomfort. When a staff member enters the bathroom, Yoongi politely asks them to find another to spare Hoseok’s dignity. 

15 minutes pass and Yoongi finally hears the toilet flush. Hoseok emerges from the stall looking seconds away from passing out. Yoongi is immediately worried about dehydration. “Hob-ah. Drink something.” He says before he realizes there’s nothing to drink in the bathroom. So instead, he just cups water in his hands and dampens Hoseok’s face and neck. He hopes through the power of osmosis it will be enough to keep him hydrated enough until he can get to a vending machine. 

There’s a machine on the lower level and he pays for a bottle of water. In one swift motion, he snatches the drink from the machine and unscrews the cap, bringing it to Hoseok’s lips. The dancer can only take a few sips before he turns away. His skin starts to pale. He looks positively green. But he doesn’t throw up. So Yoongi quickly guides them back to the car and drives. If he goes over the speed limit, Hoseok doesn’t correct him. 

Hoseok falls immediately onto their living room sofa when he steps through the door. He doesn’t have the strength to get to the bedroom. Yoongi tries to encourage Hoseok to drink a little more before he falls asleep. But Hoseok can only take five more small sips. “Cuddle me, please, jagi.” Hoseok asks shyly, making room for Yoongi on the couch. 

Yoongi can’t say no. He sits down and lets Hoseok make himself comfortable. The dancer’s head rests against Yoongi’s shoulder, his body across his lap. It’s the perfect position so Yoongi has access to his hair and his stomach. Yoongi realizes this too and provides comforting touches. “Just a little nap, Hobi. Okay? Then you need food and medicine,” Yoongi can smell Hoseok’s body odor combined with the stench of sickness, “and a ahower.” He presses a kiss to his boyfriend’s sweaty forehead. “But for now, rest.” 

Hoseok starts to fall asleep, safe and content in Yoongi’s arms. “I’m not mad at you anymore, Yoon-ie.” He slurs, voice thick will sleep. “Thank you for looking out for me.” 

“Always, Jagi.” Yoongi starts to feel tired himself, the stress of their fight finally falling off his shoulders. “I’ll always look out for you.” 

As he drifts, Hoseok thinks of the lyrics he was working on. He thinks he’s finally gotten the concept. He’s found his safe zone.

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A/N: I didn't know I was going to make this about Safety Zone literally until I wrote the final line. Guess it just kinda worked out that way? Is that cliche? Anyway, JITB is so great! I love all the songs. I love Hoseok and am so proud of his debut! Just because this is my last JITB request does not mean it's my last Hoseok request. But we'll see what comes next. However my motivations fall.

As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

Lots of Love

💜💜💜 Aki

[kpopsickies]

Hi I love all your writting is so good, I being reading it!!

I would live to request a BTS fic.

Pairing: sope in a friendly platonic way.

Hoseok being the one sick and Yoongi taking care of him.

Hoseok having really bad stomach pain, discomfort, like really not feeling well, nauseous, and having a really loud tummy, until he decides to finally tell Yoongi who was the only one that day left at home.

Emeto, vomit and all of that is optional, as you prefer and the way you feel most comfortable writting it!!

Hope it isn't boring this idea!

Have an excellent day!!

Sickie: Hoseok

Caretaker: Yoongi

pairing: sope (in a non-romantic, friendly, brotherly, soft way)

Hobi p.o.v

I groaned softly turning over in my bed again. The pain in my stomach was severe and uncomfortable as hell. It had started to ache a bit during the late afternoon, getting worse as the day progressed.

I had hoped that taking a nap would have helped, but laying in bed only made me realize that I had a pretty bad case of vertigo. The whole room was spinning and the bed was rocking back and forth as if I was on a boat in a river. 

I need some water. I stood up slowly, swaying slightly. I balanced myself on the wall. A wave of nausea pulling me out of it. I nearly fell as I gagged. I slumped against the wall. Taking a few deep breaths to steady myself, when I finally felt a bit better I continued walking towards the bathroom. 

I took only a few sips knowing anymore than that would destroy my stomach.

I started walking back to my room, when I decided that I wanted someone with me, I feel awful, and I honestly didn’t want to suffer alone. I walked cautiously around, not even knowing who was home and who wasn’t. It didn’t take long before I realized that no one was home, except Yoongi. I didn’t really want to bother him, but I also didn’t want to be alone, so i quietly went to his door and knocked softly. 

“come in”

“hey hyung” I say

“you okay Seok-ah? you look sick”

“I feel sick” 

“what’s wrong?”

“my stomach hurts”

“go lay down on your bed, I’ll be right there” 

A few minutes later he came in with a heat pack in his hands, 

“put this on your stomach” 

“why?” 

“it will help” He said as he lay down next to me, wrapping his arms around me. “you should sleep, you look awful” 

“ok” I say, letting myself relax into my hyung’s arms. I thankfully actually dozed off for a little bit, It didn’t last long, because I woke up to my stomach churning and feeling nauseous. 

I wriggled out of my hyungs arms, “Seok-ah are you ok?” 

“I think I’m gonna-” I cut myself off when I gagged and sent a wave of vomit over the edge of the bed. 

“I’m sorry” I gasp out as the tears start to pour from my eyes. “it’s okay” He said softly gently brushing his hand over my back. “did you get any on you?”

“no”

“go lay down in my bed, I’ll put the sheets in the wash. and then I’ll come in with you”

“I’m sorry hyung”

“it’s ok. did the heat pack help at all?”

“a little”

“ok, I’ll bring it in when I come” 

“thank you”

Sure enough when he came up he had the heat pack in his hands. 

“Seokie?”

“yes?”

“do you want me to rub your stomach? Would it help?”

“yes please” I say softly. 

He gently lifts my shirt just enough, running the tips of his fingers over my stomach. 

Before long I found myself dozing off, so thankful for my hyung being there for me. 

hope you enjoyed! =)

Yoongi calling Hobi Seok>>>>>>>>>> 

[crystalsnow95z]

Hello. I'm Crystal. A 27 year old army obessed with comfort/sick/hurt fics both reading and writing.

My requests are always open, and you can ask whatever questions you like. Requests and interactions actually motivate me.

What I mostly write are stories with sickness or injury, but if it involves comfort I'm all for it.

I will not write romance between the members or anything to do with pregnancy or gender bending. It's just not my thing, sorry.

I'm sorry I don't have a master list. I do all my writing on my phone, and I actually don't have a name for my stories like other writers. I'm not very organized, but I hope you can enjoy your time here.

Request as much as you like and ask whatever you like. I'm a very open person and interaction motivates me to keep going 💜 give me a prompt and I'll fulfill it as long as it doesn't break my three rules

[setsuuestsu]

hi! I'd love to see a jungkook sickfic, but now that I'm here to request I don't actually have anything specific to request 😂 maybe jungkook with a cold and sope (or ot7) as caretakers? thank youuu :)

Word count: 1.3k

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretakers: Sope, Hoseok mostly(?)

Uhhhhh so sorry if this doesn’t meet expectations. First time writing JK-centric ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎

Coughing every few minutes was not supposed to be on the agenda for the day. 

Or, really, the general cloudiness of his head and the exhaustion that came along with it. 

Well, he could do without any of this. He would gladly hand the mental receipt back to the person who had passed on whatever the hell this was to him with a “no regifting!” as he dashed away. 

He blamed this on the colder weather of Seoul at the moment. Or maybe he should blame Taehyung, who was the one to shove a snowball down his shirt last night when they were outside driving a golf cart (read: telling Sejin they would do yard work but … well, obviously not doing it) as close to a lake as possible without being on the lake.

Don’t try that at home.

Anyways, he reached for a tissue, sitting up slightly, but he slammed his hand onto his nightstand by mistake. He let out a yelp, both in surprise and pain, which then further injured his poor, sore throat. 

“Kook, there’s waffles!” Jin shouted from the hallway, knocking on his door slightly. “If you’re not out here in, say, five minutes, Tae’s gonna eat them all.”

The “again” was unspoken.

Jin’s footsteps echoed down the hallway as he headed back towards the kitchen. Jungkook willed himself to sit up, erupting into another fit of coughing. Sniffling, he finally got the tissue he wanted. With a wet blow (he cringed at the feeling between his fingertips), his nose was finally as clear as it could be given the unfortunate circumstances.

Yeah no, he was too congested for this shit. Waffles could wait. 

He layed back down and pulled the blanket over his head, which did not help his current predicament but at least if he suffocated, no one had to see his snotty, red face at first glance when they walked into his room.

“Hey, are you awake?” It was Taehyung knocking at the door this time. “We’re still going to steal that road sign today, right?”

Oh shit, that was today, wasn’t it? 

“Uhhhh … gimme a sec!”

Ignoring the cries of his brain yelling “Stop! Stop! Don’t get up, you fool!,” he rolled out of the bed as quick as he could, meaning that he hit the floor and layed unmoving for a second as he contemplated if this was truly worth it (which it was because who wouldn’t want a road sign?).

“Come outside when you’re ready! I’m gonna go have waffles.” Taehyung scampered away from the door and down the hallway, where he (judging by the noises) ran into an unsuspecting Namjoon, probably knocking over their gorgeous, sexy leader. 

He felt the smallest tickle in his nose and he rubbed at it. He was fine. He could still go with his hyung for that animal crossing sign. He could deal with this. It didn’t at all feel like a fire spreading through his sinuses. 

He was fine. 

And hungry.

But his throat hurts soooo … 

Finally mustering the willpower to stand up, he stumbled out his bedroom door with a handful of tissues and plopped himself in the open seat next to Hoseok.

Act normal. Act normal. They can’t suspect a thing. 

“Hi Hobi-hyung!”

What do I do … what do I do … Oh I usually sniff Hobi-hyung cause he smells good. What does this man even bathe in? Actual sunshine? Nah … if he did that he would probably burn. Or maybe not, since it’s Hobi-hyung. If it were Yoongi-hyung or Taehyung, they would be burned back to hell.

Oh. That's the brain fog.

Okay, just sniff his hair. Be normal.

Jungkook face-planted into Hoseok’s shoulder, sending the both of them tumbling into Namjoon (for the second time in ten minutes, poor guy). 

“Ah! Jungkookie, are you alright?” Hoseok had caught Jungkook and Namjoon had caught Hoseok from falling. Damn Gorgeous Namjoon and his big arms.

Oh. Hoseok looked concerned. 

He noticed that the rest of the table had gone quiet. But then Taehyung burst into laughter. “Did you guys see that? He fell!”

Seokjin facepalmed. “Now’s not the time, Tae.”

With one side glance, Taehyung was quiet again.

Jungkook looked to Jimin, who was barely even awake, munching on a piece of toast. He had crumbs on his mouth and it made Jungkook kind of want to grab a miniature vacuum and he would have had he not been in his current predicament of Hoseok holding onto him for dear life while Yoongi glared at him because in order to catch him, Hoseok had let go of Yoongi’s hand that he was holding underneath the table.

Nice.

His nose tickles again and he lets out a few harsh sneezes as he quickly presses his nose to his elbow. It hurts and he would honestly much rather his itchy allergy sneezes to whatever this is. Actually, that’s a lie but the point was made. 

He feels Hoseok gently pull him up so that he’s sitting in his hyung’s lap. Hoseok feels for a fever but gives a small smile when he feels none. “Guess it’s just a cold, Jungkookie.”

“I’b fide, hyung.” Jungkook insisted, cringing when he heard how congested his voice sounded. He lets out a loud sniffle, cursing the fact that he can’t smell how good Hoseok must smell right now. 

“Ah, you’re too sick to attend that clown day camp Taetae said you guys were going to today.” Hoseok said with a frown, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair.

That’s what Taehyung said they were doing today? Even flat-out saying we took a road sign is better than whatever the fuck clown camp is.

Jin came over to the table with a mug of tea (which Jungkook wrinkled his nose to) and a big bottle of DayQuil. 

Suddenly, the tea seemed more appetizing. 

“Come on.” Hoseok gently pulled Jungkook up, holding his wrist to drag him along. “Let’s get you back to bed. Yoongi-hyung? Are you coming?”

The eldest rapper hopped to his feet in an effort to do whatever Hoseok asked for. Jungkook hid his snicker. Yoongi was so whipped, especially for Hoseok, but really for all of them. Hoseok opened the door to Jungkook’s mancave bedroom and, ignoring the mess (thoug he did see Hoseok cringe at the pile of dirty laundry), led Jungkook to the bed. 

Once he made sure the maknae was situated in bed, Hoseok held his hand out towards Yoongi. The eldest rapper immediately took Hoseok’s slender hand in his larger hand. 

“Oh hyung, I wanted you to hand me the medicine for Jungkookie.”

Yoongi turned scarlet red and quickly passed Hoseok the DayQuil. The dancer measured out the correct amount and held the tiny measuring cup to Jungkook’s lips. He quickly took it, shot-style, grimacing at the taste.

The maknae sniffled, his nose running like a leaky faucet. “Hobi-hyung, ca’d you pass m’be a tissue?”

Plucking a few from the box on Jungkook’s nightstand, Hoseok handed him the soft, unscented tissues. It was like heaven on Jungkook’s nose, though they reminded of his current woes. He blew his nose and crumpled up the tissue and threw it towards the trash can in the corner that was slightly overflowing. 

Hoseok, with a slightly hidden look of disgust, picked the tissue up from the corner and stuffed it into the trash can. 

“I’m tired.” Jungkook grumbled, pulling his blanket over his head after coughing a few times. “And cold.”

“I suppose I could lay here for a bit.” Yoongi stated, moving to climb under the covers.”

“Don’t you dare get in that bed.” Hoseok ordered, giving Yoongi a look.

With his arms raised in defeat, Yoongi sighed and backed out of the room. “Feel better, Kook-ah.”

Hoseok moved the blankets slightly and then with a soft kiss on the forehead, he was gone too.

Yeah, the road sign could wait.

[sickybubbies]

The Yellow To My Blue  [JHS + MYG]: Prologue

A/N: Did i disappear for a year? Yes i did. Am i going to make up for it in this series? Yes. Yes I am. Enjoy my loves!

Synopsis: College students Yoongi and Hoseok are what you would indefinitely describe as ‘polar opposites’. Jung Hoseok was that one bubbly student that everyone knew of. He’s always smiling and radiating warmth and happiness wherever he went, leaving a trail of glow from his halo he had on. And then there’s Yoongi. Min Yoongi was always scummbed in the corner of the classroom, wallowing in his grumpiness and overall bland exterior. He was dark and never up to no good. What happens when these two need eachother the most: in sickness, and in health.

TW: Emeto. Mentions and depictions of ‘vomit’ 

Pairing: Yoonseok (Sope)

Word count: 938 words

Yoongi hums to himself, staring at the road absentmindedly as he drives. He turns the steering wheel swiftly using the palm of his hand as he peeks at the rearview mirror and then at his fiance, Hoseok.

“You alright Seok?” He asks, his voice at his usual low and softness so he doesn’t startle the younger but judging from the squeak he hears from beside him; it startles him anyway to which he makes a mental note to apologise for later. 

“Huh? Ah yeah. I’m alright” Hoseok answers quietly before shifting in his seat a little and pursing his lips, his cheeks turn hot from the embarrassment of being pulled out of his thoughts. He hadn’t realised that he’d fallen silent for that long.

In Hoseok’s defense he was too busy trying to focus on anything, anything but the queasiness that was trying to discombobulate his organs and it was doing it’s job fairly well considering how his stomach gives another ominous turn. He sucks in a breath, fingers digging into the seatbelt that was strapped around his belly to give it a discrete tug so it loosened and didn’t add to his misery.

‘Just look at the trees Yoongi doesn’t need to know… focus on the trees...they’re so pretty...so relaxing...so green, but vomit can be green it can be green and yellow and thick and-’ Hoseok screws his eyes shut and sucks in a breath, begging himself to think about something else other than ‘that’. It was only making him feel worse, the rancid taste that sat on his taste buds growing stronger and he swallows as his stomach continues to churn.

Yoongi hums in acknowledgement, no real consideration in his voice because he just knows and sees through the white lie clearly. He wasn’t oblivious to his discomfort, Hoseok had been paling the more he drove on which led him to the conclusion.

“Are you feeling sick?” 

At that moment Hoseok lets out a big exasperated sigh. It makes Yoongi chuckle, he knew what that meant. He turns to Hoseok and he was definitely giving him the look, the ‘why-can-i-never-get-anything-past-you’ look.

 “Screw you and your fucking sixth sense” Hoseok grumbles, his guard now down as he unclicks his belt and slouches in his seat. He holds his stomach, grimacing as it twists and turns wincing at how hard it felt to the touch. He sighs, jolting with a small burp and his eyes widen in surprise at how sour and bitter it was. The tell tale signs of needing to vomit were beginning to catch up to him now that he wasn’t dwelled on hiding it, his stomach was churning and there was nausea clawing at him in the pit of his stomach which forces him to sit up.

“I think i’m gonna be sick,” Hoseok announces in a small voice, his hand moving to sit at his lips and cover his mouth. The grip around his jaw tightens as saliva begins to pool in his mouth and he audibly swallows.“Yoonie” He whimpers, it sounded sickly and urgent. 

“I’m on it Hobi. I’m pulling over now.” Yoongi says, slightly alarmed due to the frantic and messy situation that they were going to be tied in if he didn’t act quickly. He reaches over to grab Hoseok’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and holds it tight as he begins to assure him. “It’s okay, you’re okay, deep breaths Seok” He reminds while his eyes scavenge for somewhere to stop.

Hoseok nods and begins to inhale and exhale shakily, to let his fretting partner know that he appreciated his concern and wasn’t suffocating himself by forgetting to breathe trying to hold himself back. However as soon as the car halts Yoongi hasn’t even pulled the brakes and Hoseok’s scrambling for the locks of the door, he bolts out of the car in a stumble as he crouches over and begins to spit the saliva that began to overflow. 

Yoongi winces at the sounds of Hoseok’s coughs, they were thick and got wetter by each passing second and eventually resulting in a gag. He hisses, quickly undoing his own belt before following suit after Hoseok and letting his door slam.

 Yoongi catches up to him, placing a hand on Hoseok’s arched back as the younger heaves and brings up a mouthful of vomit which splatters into the grass. “It’s okay, you’re okay” He breathes out, hand smothering his back in tender circles choosing to stay silent through the ordeal and patiently waits for Hoseok to finish.

 “Why’s it orange?” Yoongi asks, it comes out too blunt for Hoseok’s liking and he chokes on his sip of water. He coughs and sputters as he screws the lid back on the bottle and wipes his lips using his free hand. “It’s because I had orange juice before we left..” He answers sheepishly.

Hoseok clears his throat, tilting his head at his fiance in confusion. “You know Yoongs, of all the years we’ve been together. I’ll never understand why the colours of my vomit fascinate you so much. Aren’t you disgusted?” He mumbles to himself, scoffing as Yoongi shrugs. 

“I don’t know. Maybe because I love you so much Seok?” Yoongi retorts with a flirtatious and smug smirk on his face, chuckling as Hoseok looks back at him disgusted at his cheesiness that he was never used to.

“Gross. Ah stop you make me want to puke again” Hoseok shudders, opening the bottle up again and pressing the rim to his lips as he smiles at Yoongi’s broad laughter and he thinks. 

A/N: hewwo! i hope you guys enjoyed this, remember this is just a starter there’s a lot more to come heh i’m really sorry for disappearing from the face of earth on this platform and barely updating things have been tough espescially after becoming a law student i barely have time for things nowadays because of how busy i am but I have been using the time to work on my writing skills and improve them I promise to update as much as i can from now please be patient with me i love you all!!

How on earth did they get together?

[sickjoonie]

bts holiday prompt - emeto

feel free to use any/all of this! just tag me :> (tw for vomiting mention)

sope going to hoseok’s parent’s house for the holidays where all of hoseok’s family will join them as well. they arrive late at night as they both had to work during the day. yoongi feels especially worn out by the time he arrives and skips dinner to pass out in the guest room. hoseok joins him later, cooing over how cute his hyung is all curled up in bed. yoongi wakes up with a headache and an unhappy tummy. he’s not too nauseous but there’s definitely something up with his belly. he tells hoseok he isn’t feeling too good, mentioning a headache but leaving out his stomach ache. being the good boyfriend he is, hoseok grabs him some medicine and a bowl of rice to take it with. yoongi takes the medicine and eats his rice. he feels well enough to go downstairs with hoseok and hang out with hoseok’s family. hoseok silently frets over him, though yoongi seems to be doing fine. they have a big dinner/lunch, though hoseok notices yoongi isn’t as much as he usually does. after the meal, yoongi noticeably gets worse, spacing out and stifling some burps into his fist. hoseok managed to convince yoongi to lay down on the couch and nap, hoping some sleep will help him feel better. yoongi naps for an hour or two, but wakes up feeling much worse. his head is pounding and his stomach is churning with nausea. yoongi struggles at first not to throw up all over the couch, but once he manages to keep everything down he calls out for hoseok and tells his boyfriend he really isn’t feeling good. hoseok takes him upstairs to the guest bedroom, though they end up in the adjoining bathroom as yoongi’s nausea becomes too much. everything from his last meal comes up violently and hoseok has to swallow back his own nausea. he’s willing to suffer a little for yoongi though. once yoongi’s dobe, he takes him back to the guest bedroom to properly take care of him

[min-yunki-agustd]

Hi

Thanks for opening request love them!!

Paring sope

Sickie our cute lil sunshine 🌞

How about he being sick during a vlive with Yoongi, like he visibly has a strong abdominal pain, like he looks pale, dizzy, hands clawing his stomach, but he still try to smile to the camera, so Yoongi his secret boyfriend notice it and end up the vlive.

Hoseok is concern by it, but Yoongi insist the vlive is not as important, so he lay Hoseok in his hotel room, and began to rub his upset tummy, he gives the younger guy medicine for the stomach troubles and upsettings he is feeling there, as Hoseok isn't better yet, Yoongi decides to sleep with him.

He goes inside the bed and cuddle with him all night long to monitor his health and his tummy closely, next morning he isn't better he has the runs, throwing up, fever, so he ask the staff doctors to came to their room, and he is examine and diagnosed with a severe food poisoning, so he isn't able to go out in that country, so he is sad, but Yoongi decides to be with him so he doesn't feels alone.

I like dis a lot ! and thank you for requesting it is absolutely my pleasure.

Sickie: Hoseok

Caretaker: Yoongi

TW: a bit of scat, Emeto, mention of V****

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Hoseok was struggling like really struggling. He hope the fans couldn't see how hard he was sweating and how shaky he was. He hoped the camera couldn't capture it. The bright light the crew had set up before leaving made him super dizzy. His hand claws at his stomach. The camera is angled so the audience can only see above their shoulders. Hobi tried to keep it together for Army. He forced a big bright smile.

Hosoeks stomach gurgled inside and clutched at his stomach tighter.

Yoongi could see the pain clearly. He figured they had been streaming long enough. Hobi was way too pale and something had to be wrong with how aggressive he grabbed at his stomach.

they had been streaming for a while and he knew this would be the perfect time to end the life without suspicion. Yoongi let Army know it was time to depart. Yoongi ended the Livestream and turned the camera off. Hobi was a bit surprised that he had done so. Yoongi looked straight into his lover's eyes... yup He's definitely trying to hide that he's sick. Yoongi thought to himself. Hobi was confused at the sudden eye contact yoongi gave. yoongi barely ever looked anyone in the eyes.

Hobi dug his hand deeper into his stomach trying to see if pressure helped at all.

Hoseok asked "why the sudden end to the live? " yoongi got up and ignored the question. " Hosoek asked again. Yoongi grabbed medicine from the bathroom cabinet. "don't worry about it". Hyu- "I said don't worry about it, it's not that important right now we can go live again some other time."

Yoongi interrupts" Here" Yoongi had water and a bottle of stomach pain meds in front of hobi. Hobi almost didn't register that the meds were in front of him.

"Now, yoongi explains," let's go lay down" Hobi felt like it was pointless to argue with his hyung. After yoongi guided hobi to bed he offered to rub his stomach. Yoongi knew a tummy rub could solve almost anything! they laid there for quite a while. Hoping the medicine would kick in so hobi could fall asleep. yoongi gently rubbed hobi's soft stomach in gentle circles. yoongi watched as his stomach would rise and fall slowly. Yoongi admired every inch of hobi's face as hobi finally seemed to relax. hobi was slightly more relaxed but he wasn't sleeping like he hoped. Hobi's stomach kept aching. Hobi would groan about it every so often. Hobi wasn't finding much relief. Yoongi was shaken out of his hazelly love gaze, when Hobi held on to his stomach tightly and groaned loudly, preventing yoongi from rubbing it.

Hobi wasn't geting any better yoongi figured he should stay the rest of the night. Just to keep an eye on him and be their if hobi needs him or anything. Yoongi gets out of bed hobi signing from the warmth on the top of the covers leaving. Yoongi turns off the light and closes the door. He sat his phone down on the table and slide into hobi's covers.

They fell asleep but yoongi would wake up at the slightest grown or bubble, or toss and turn from hobi. Anytime hobi stomach would wake him and began to ache extremely bad yoongi would soot closer, hug hobi's body, and rub his stomach until he fell back asleep. that happened several times that night. Yoongi made sure hobi was comfortable.

The next morning

Yoongi was finally catching some zzz's, thinking that hobi was sleeping too. Hobi had been asleep but was woken but a gurgle in his stomach. His stomach was doing all sorts of tricks. Hobi had to get to the bathroom now! Hobi jumped over yoongi and ran straight for the bathroom in his hotel room. Hobi made it on time. He pulled his pants down and sat down immediately. He huggled onto his stomach.

All the commotion happening in the bed woke yoongi up and he sat straight up and walked to the bathroom door. yg could hear hobi struggling and groaning in pain outside of the door. when hobi thought he was finished he felt like he was going to be sick. Hobi cleaned up,flushed, flipped around and began to gag.

Yoongi couldn't see what was happening because the door was closed. He didn't want to invade hobi's space but he began to sound like he was vomiting? yoongi began to worry. "you alright in there?" that was a stupid question yoongi thought to himself. Yoongi tried again. " may I come in?"

When Hobi had a break from vomiting he pulled open the handle to the door leaving it open. signaling Yoongi to come in. Yoongi comforted hobi as he threw up the breakfast he never had. yoongi growing more and more concerned. He hadn't had much last night or today but hobi just didn't stop throwing up. Hobi threw chunk after pain full chunk of vomit. It splashed up against the walls of the toilet and hit the water at the bottom.

After almost an hour of hobi vomiting and yoongi rubbing his back yoongi decided that it was too serious and that there might be a problem. yoongi stepped out of the bathroom, hobi once again feeling sad that his saying left. Yoongi grabbed his phone and asked for the staff doctor. explaining the situation. Yoongi was told that the doctor would be over ASAP. YOongi heard a knock at the hotel door/ That was fast yoongi thought to himself. The staff doctor came in with a box of supplies.

Once hobi was ready He left the bathroom and lay down on his bed to be examined. The doctor was gentle but not gentle enough for hobi's aching angry stomach. The doctor asked for symptoms as he examined hobi's stomach. Yoongi gave him the info he knew and told him about the meds he gave him and hobi explained the rest about how he was feeling and the issues he was having.

With the collected information given by the boys, and the information he gained from the examination. The doctor diagnosed him with severe food poisoning. The doctor also mentioned him having a fever likely caused by the food poisoning. The doctor explains that hobi needs to stay in the country and should not try to leave for the next country on the tour. He explained that hobi needs to rest as long as he can in order to get better. The staff doctor says that he will inform the staff and the manager.

Hobi was extremely sad. He felt like he was being felt behind by everyone. He didn't want to be in a country alone and sick. hobi really didn't want to miss a concert. On top of the sickness, he just felt so low. Yoongi could see this. Yoongi knew that someone should stay and help hobi get better. " Doctor? can I stay... and make sure he gets better and take care of him? " He is gonna need help and for someone to be around to make sure that he gets better." the doctor explains."

" I think you should yg, I'll let the manager know its doctor's orders.

Hobi thanked him. for allowing yoongi to stay and for helping him with his sickness. HObi was so thankful that yoongi decided to stay here. There isn't anyone in the world he would want by his side...

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Hope you enjoyed it! sorry, it took so long.

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"I have a deadline," Yoongi protested, digging his heels into the ground to gain some form of resistance. It wasn't much, though; he was too weak to really do anything other than whine while he was manhandled towards the hallway. "Deadlines don't wait." His voice was rough and gravelly from previous vomiting sessions, just another testament to the fact that he should stay home.

"This one does," Hoseok retorted, angry. "It's going to wait for as long as I say it will."

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Anon asked: Since you asked:) may I have a sope fic where Yoongi needs to desperately finish writing lyrics for a song but comes down with the stomach flu and Hobi is trying to make him rest but he keeps sneaking out and ends up puking on the floor of his studio when hobi finds him for the 3rd time? Your writing gives me life <3

Hoseok had a death grip on Yoongi's shoulders as he guided him back to the bedroom.

"I have a deadline," Yoongi protested, digging his heels into the ground to gain some form of resistance. It wasn't much, though; he was too weak to really do anything other than whine while he was manhandled towards the hallway. "Deadlines don't wait." His voice was rough and gravelly from previous vomiting sessions, just another testament to the fact that he should stay home.

"This one does," Hoseok retorted, angry. "It's going to wait for as long as I say it will." It was past midnight and Hoseok was seriously considering making him miss the due date on purpose. This was the umpteenth time he'd caught his hyung at the door, fumbling with it like a prisoner escaping his cell. To Yoongi, that's probably what it felt like.

But that didn't matter. He was purposefully risking his health despite Hoseok's constant scoldings and the younger had half of a mind to just let him leave and suffer the consequences. He had gotten out twice already and the younger was positive the only reason Yoongi hadn't ended up throwing up all over the floor of his studio was because he was never there for long before Hobi dragged him back.

Of all the people to get sick, of course it was Yoongi. He was usually passive when ill and understood his limits well, but not when he was in the middle of work. That was, unfortunately, the case now. Despite having vomited up his entire stomach contents and suffering through a constant fever for the past few days, Yoongi was still dead-set on finishing up a batch of new lyrics that he had procrastinated until last minute. Hoseok didn't even know how he had any fight left in him - the eldest rapper had been seriously sick for the whole of two days now, and that was only the extent of the dancer's knowledge. It could have been longer. In fact, it probably was. But Yoongi was still fighting the idea of rest like a child fights bedtime.

And Hoseok was fed up with it.

"Don't move," he commanded, guiding the older man back into the bed and pushing him as gently as possible onto the mattress. "Stay."

"Don't talk to me like I'm a dog," Yoongi snapped.

"Then stop acting like one," Hoseok huffed. "I'll be right back." He returned a few minutes later, still grumbling under his breath about something related to 'borderline intolerable' and 'mindset of a two-year-old.' His manner softened, though, when he saw his hyung again.

Yoongi was sitting up against the headboard, lower lip puffed out in a pout, arms crossed over his chest pointedly. His pale face and pink-tinged cheeks stood out against the contrast of the dark half-moons under his eyes. His cherry-red hair was tousled and sticking up in every direction, damp with sweat.

He was so cute.

Hoseok truly wanted nothing more than to coo and baby him and sugarcoat everything to death. He must have felt horrible even despite how stubborn and childish he was behaving and it broke the younger's heart. But right now he had to go into Firm Caretaker mode so that Yoongi got the rest his body so desperately needed. So he passed his hyung the fever reducers and sleeping tablets, helping him raise a glass of water to his downturned lips since his hands were too unsteady to do it alone. How Yoongi even managed to type like that, Hoseok didn't know.

Hobi encouraged water down the elder's throat until he made a face and pushed it away, wiping away the liquid that had spilled down his chin. He settled back down onto the bed after that, resigning to the fact that he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. Hoseok smiled, satisfied, and turned off the bedside lamp, crawling into bed beside his hyung.

Yoongi lay facing away from him, cradling his stomach, still ticked off that he had gotten caught. Hoseok cuddled up next to him, hooking a chin on his shoulder.

"Do you want me to rub your stomach?" Yoongi grunted and shook his head, either too nauseous or too angry for a belly rub. The dancer frowned, pushing his nose up against his hyung's neck. "I'm sorry, hyung," he sighed. "But I'm trying to help you. You need to rest so you can get better. You've been sick for two days - I'm worried, Yoongi."

The older rapper sighed a long and drawn-out breath. "I'm sorry, Seok-ah. I'm just stressed about this deadline."

"I know," he murmured, reaching up to play with his hyung's hair. "And I'm sorry. Just get better soon, okay? Then you can get it done. My genius hyung can do anything."

Yoongi huffed a little laugh, disagreeing, but took the compliment.

Hoseok kissed the back of his neck held him for a while, neither of them speaking, simply listening to each other breathe. He ran a steady hand through the older man's hair, trying to lull him to sleep. He hoped that the combined power of the sleeping tablets and the sickness was enough to pull Yoongi into a deep enough sleep that he couldn't wake easily from. Then maybe he would stop sneaking out.

Still, he hooked an arm securely around Yoongi's waist, holding him in place. Hoseok waited until he heard his breathing slowly even out into soft puffs. He prayed that the older rapper would listen to what his body was telling him and sleep through the night.

Once Hoseok was positive that his hyung was fast asleep, he let himself drift off, holding the other tightly against his chest.

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Hoseok woke up several hours later to an empty bed. He was wide awake immediately, sitting up and throwing off his covers.

You're kidding. You're literally kidding. He cannot be gone again.

But he was. As the rapper searched every room in the dorm, he found Yoongi to be just that: gone.

Hoseok swore loudly in frustration, not caring that it was four in the morning and the other members were sleeping nearby. He was so, so tempted to just give up and go back to bed. But a large part of him told him that was wrong and urged him to find his hyung as soon as humanly possible. For all he knew, Yoongi could be passed out on the streets somewhere. He could be asphyxiating on his own vomit, choking to death.

Although he was sure things weren't to such an extreme, he knew that this could potentially seriously mess up Yoongi's health and delay his recovery significantly.

So Hoseok angrily grabbed his coat off of the door side rack, shrugging it on with much more force than was necessary. He made a (half-joking) mental note to grab some rope on the way back home - he was going to make Yoongi rest one way or another.

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As Yoongi started up his recording equipment, the only thing that he could really register was that he felt strange. Not bad, but weird. Whatever Hoseok had given him was seriously screwing with him.

The rapper felt a little twinge if guilt at the thought of his dongsaeng's name. Of course, he felt bad about leaving when he knew Hoseok was worried about him. But the workaholic part of his brain didn't care, and he was out of the dorm and sitting in his studio before he even knew what was going on.

The sleeping tablets that he had taken didn't help his decision-making process, it seemed. It made him feel weird and numb all over, spacey and detached from everything around him. He even pinched the back of his arm to make sure he wasn't dreaming, ultimately getting a delayed and sluggish pain response.

Oh well. He could still work.

Yoongi typed out a few lines of lyrics that he had thought up during his captivity, already having a basic scheme worked out. It would only take him a couple hours to finish max and he didn't understand why Hoseok was so against that. He wouldn't end up shutting himself away to work for days on end like he had the bad habit to do. The back of his mind told him that he probably would end up doing that, but he dismissed it. He only needed a few hours.

Thirty minutes later, though, a dull ache grew in his stomach, which Yoongi dismissed almost immediately. After years of dealing with anxiety related nausea, he was used to working through stomach-related issues. He knew his limits well because of this, too, and knew that he wouldn't need a break for a while. Even if it did get bad enough that he needed to be sick, there wasn't much in his stomach to bring up anyways.

No big deal. He could handle it.

But soon enough that dull ache morphed into sharp, debilitating craps and nausea that had him puffing air hard through his nose and curling his toes into his shoes. Yoongi shakily typed through it, determined to finish. It wasn't bad enough yet, he could still work for longer. He always knew before he was going to be sick and that wasn't now.

Maybe it was the sleeping tablets or maybe his fever-addled mind, but when his throat constricted and hot liquid crept up his throat, he completely and utterly did not expect it. His body flushed with heat in the time of two-seconds, giving him a warning of what was to come. What had happened to being fine two seconds ago? Where had his control gone?

Yoongi barely had time to push his chair to the side and tilt his head away from his expensive equipment before he was doubled over, gagging harshly over the carpet. He was locked in place, unable to lunge for a trash can or anything that could be used as a receptacle. Just as he had predicted, though, there wasn't much to bring up. It took several painful dry heaves that had him white-knuckling the chair armrests before anything happened. Yoongi gave a small, sickly belch before a trickle of sour-tasting water shot up his throat and splattered between his feet. The next round was terrible and acidic, burning his throat and making his nose run. Soon there was nothing left to come up and Yoongi was left gagging uncontrollably over the mess on the carpet, stomach deciding he wouldn't get off easy.

He barely heard the door open and someone curse loudly over the sound of his heaves, but there was no question as to who it was - Hosoek. He made a wide trek around the puddle of vomit in between Yoongi's feet, shakily rubbing frantic circles into the older's back as he did his best to avoid the sight.

Yoongi knew that the younger was a sympathetic puker and wasn't always the best when it came to sick stuff, so he made to push him away and tell him that he was okay. He was stopped by a painful heave that brought up a string of foamy bile like it had been scraped from deep inside of him. Yoongi coughed and sputtered for a few minutes, dry heaves and excruciating gags finally tapering off.

It was then that he realized what had happened. As he stared at the puddle of vomit splattered at his feet, unwilling tears began to well in his eyes. This is just what Hoseok was worried about. He was humiliated, ashamed, and in such pain that he couldn't even pretend to hold back his tears. Yoongi's shoulders shook with silent sobs, tears now freely running down his cheeks that were swollen from vomiting.

It took a few second to realize that his hyung was crying, but once he did Hoseok pushed all of his discomfort aside. His secondhand nausea and disgust weren't the first priority. As angry and scared as he was, he realized that Yoongi wasn't at fault, not really. He hadn't tried to end up like this, hadn't tried to cause Hoseok so much stress he was sure that years of his life were gone. The younger rapper could count on one hand the times he had seen Yoongi cry, and it always reminded him of how vulnerable he really was. With the older man's tough exterior and mile-tall walls, he had a tendency to forget that he was still human and still had weak points.

So he knelt down in front of his hyung, patting him gently on the shoulder. Hoseok took his chin and guided Yoongi to look at him, meeting the man's fever-blurred and red-rimmed eyes. He thumbed away a few tears, sighing, "It's okay, hyungie."

He watched as Yoongi's face slowly screwed up and his his head dropped, shoulders shaking harder with cries. The man's tears were absolutely silent, only ocasional huffs and sniffles escaping him. He felt so guilty. Hoseok had warned him and he hadn't listened to any of it. Here he was, having screwed up massively, and the younger was still there? Still being kind to him? He didn't deserve any of it.

Hoseok seemed to know exactly what he was thinking and pulled him into a hug, slowly and subliminally moving the chair away from the mess. Heat radiated off of the man even as he shivered in the younger's arms. "Oh, my hyungie. My Yoongi," he cooed. "It's okay, it's all okay. My hyung must be feeling pretty bad, huh?"

Yoongi gave only the slightest nod, forehead a steady pressure on Hoseok's shoulder.

"I know, I know," he soothed, patting his hyung on the back. "You haven't slept properly in days, aghi, you must be tired. Let's get you home, hmm?"

Yoongi slowly pulled away from his dongsaeng, scrubbing at his face with his sweater paws. By the time Hoseok had saved his progress on the computer and turned all the equipment off, he had completely composed himself and shut down the waterworks. It always amazed the younger man how little Yoongi needed to cry and how quickly it was over - he certainly wasn't like that. But the elder rapper had always been such a silent, pretty crier that had phenomenal control over it. Hoseok didn't know whether to be concerned or in awe.

He gently helped the older man up to his feet, looking up at the ceiling as to avoid the sight of vomit on the floor completely. Hoseok was glad they were leaving now - he didn't know how much longer he could stomach the smell. He would need to call matinence to clean it. Seeing that it was now nearly five in the morning, he would have to settle for waiting another hour until everyone began to show up for work.

Yoongi clung to him like a lifeline as they made the short journey back to Hobi's car, shaky and weak. It broke Hoseok's heart that his usually strong and stoic hyung wasn't even able to walk by himself. By then, all of his anger had died away and replaced itself with worry and fondness. He was completely and utterly focused on his hyung and getting him back to the dorm in one piece.

By the time Yoongi was safely buckled inside Hoseok's car, he had completely exhausted himself. His head lulled forward until his chin was touching his chest before jerking back upwards in an attempt to stay awake. Hobi ran his thumb over Yoongi's knuckles. "You can go to sleep now, hyung."

Yoongi simply looked up at him with bleary eyes, looking seconds away from crashing. "Thank you, Seok," he croaked, squeezing his dongsaeng's hand with what little strength he had left.

Hoseok's heart went soft and melted inside of his chest. He leaned forward, kissing the older rapper on the forehead and leaving a loving hand to cup his face. "Of course, aghi. Anything for my precious hyung."

"Saranghae." The word was barely a whisper on his lips, but it was there. It nearly startled Hoseok - Yoongi almost never said such affectionate things.

"Saranghae," he returned, a small smile on his lips.

He started up the vehicle and began to drive, listening as Yoongi's breathing slowly began to even out with the lull of the car.