#yunho sickfic

[feverishly-kpop]

Ateez - Flu - Part 10 (Final Part)

When Hongjoong woke up he felt as if he was coming to from a coma. He hadn’t slept so soundly in a long time, but within seconds he wished that the coma would pull him back under. This flu was wreaking havoc on his body.

He sat up, confirming that Yunho was still asleep before stepping out of his room. All that hydration had left him in need of the washroom but, to his surprise, he found the door closed. Knocking quietly, Hongjoong listened for a response but did not receive one. After another knock met with silence he entered and nearly jumped out of his skin when he found Jongho lying on the washroom floor with a long-dried face cloth draped over his eyes and forehead.

“Jongho” Hongjoong whispered, nudging the maknae’s shoulder as he sank to the ground next to him, too exhausted and poorly to keep standing. Jongho stirred slowly and reached up to toss his compress aside but made no effort to respond to Hongjoong. “What are you doing on the floor, Jongho-ah?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Jongho responded in the most Jongho way possible, which is not at all what Hongjoong wanted to deal with in the middle of the night while his head was swimming with fever.

“I’m sick, Jongho” Hongjoong responded flatly. “I’m sick and had to use the washroom but here you are, laying in the damn floor. Your turn.”

Jongho sighed before responding. “I woke up with a headache so I got up to take my temperature.”

That was enough to send Hongjoong into hyung mode immediately. “Why didn’t you wake Seonghwa?”

“I can take my own temperature, hyung” Jongho quipped back before continuing. “I’m running a fever” he added nonchalantly. “And the floor was cold, so I just laid down with a cool compress. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. This situation was so very Jongho. He was about to inquire about any other symptoms when the door flung open again, this time by Yeosang who nearly face planted, tripping over Jongho’s outstretched legs, as he barreled toward the toilet to be sick again. Jongho reached out an arm to pat Yeosang’s back in silent support but was too weak to do anything beyond that.

It took Yunho less than a minute to appear in the doorway, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. Hongjoong sighed before speaking up, realizing that everybody would be looking toward him to take control despite him being as sick as the rest of them and it being 3:30 AM.

“Yunho-ah, what are you doing out of bed?” He asked, willing his voice not to break as he spoke.

“I heard somebody getting sick. Now I feel queasy again” Yunho replied weakly, sounding half asleep. Hongjoong’s eyes darted to Yeosang, who was still draped over the toilet. He was out of ideas until Jongho acted quickly, reaching over his head and tossing the waste paper bin toward Yunho’s feet. Yunho muttered a weak “thank you” before taking the bin into the hallway and sitting down outside the washroom door. A wave of guilt and pity washed over Hongjoong as he heard his dongsaeng getting sick in the bin but there wasn’t enough room for a fourth member on the washroom floor and he sure as hell wasn’t about to get up from his cozy spot next to Jongho.

“It’s alright. You’re going to be just fine” Hongjoong slurred, unsure if the sentiment was directed more strongly to the others or to himself.

*~*~*~*~*~

Seonghwa woke up to muffled sounds coming from the washroom followed by the sound of retching. For a split second he contemplated rolling over and going back to sleep before he heard another set of feet pattering toward the washroom. Knowing that eldest-hyung duty called, he sat up in bed quickly - perhaps too quickly - his head quickly hitting his pillow again before he even realized that he needed to lie back down. He suddenly felt a shift of pressure in his sinuses.

Dammit.

He was sick.

Unfortunately, so was somebody else based on the cacophony of sounds emanating from outside his closed door. With a deep breath he sat up again, much slower this time, and headed toward the door, bracing himself for what he may find when he opened it.

Seonghwa almost stepped on Yunho as he closed the bedroom door behind him. He knelt down in front of him, giving a light tug on the waste paper basket that Yunho was nearly falling asleep in. Seonghwa placed a hand on Yunho’s cheek, quickly realizing that he was no longer able to very accurately feel for a fever now that he too was running one of his own. Despite his own body being feverishly warm now, he could still tell that Yunho was feeling even warmer.

“Yunho, love, you’re feeling very warm again” Seonghwa said quietly, noticing now how sore his throat was. “Did you forget to take your medication? You haven’t been running this high since it was prescribed…”

Yunho shook his head in response. “I didn’t forget. I didn’t want to take it. It makes me feel funny…”

Seonghwa cut him off, trying to mask the frustration he felt rising in his chest. “You know what else makes you feel funny? A high fever. You seem to be feeling really funny now, hmm? The medicine isn’t optional, Yunho. It’s…” Seonghwa stopped abruptly when a wave of dizziness struck. In the moment it took for him to center himself he took in how absolutely pathetic Yunho looked sitting on the hallway floor. There would be a time to discuss this, but that time was clearly not now. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves before speaking up again.

“Sweetheart, why are you out here in the hallway anyhow?” He asked, his tone much calmer than a moment ago.

“Because they are in there” Yunho said with some effort, indicating vaguely toward the washroom.

“Who? Who’s in there?” Seonghwa asked but Yunho was already beginning to doze off again. There was nothing Seonghwa could do about that at the moment. He couldn’t lift Yunho on a good day, and his running nose suddenly reminded him that this definitely wasn’t a good day. Making a mental note to wake Jongho to have him help Yunho off the floor and back to bed, he slowly opened the washroom door.

So much for that mental note.

Seonghwa felt close to tears. He was in over his head. This flu had done the impossible, taking out eight grown men in the span of a couple of days. Admitting defeat, he unlocked his phone, texting a manager:

“Sorry to wake you hyung. But we need you.”

*~*~*~*~*~

When the manager arrived, not even an hour later, his jaw dropped as he surveyed the scene.

Seonghwa had miraculously gotten everybody off the floor and into the living room. Jongho sat at one end of the sofa, his head resting in his hand as he shivered too violently to make sleep possible. Hongjoong, on the other hand, was curled up into the maknae’s side, having had no trouble at all finding sleep again. Yeosang was stretched out across the middle of the couch with blanket haphazardly draped over his legs that threatened to fall to the floor at any slight movement. Yeosang had left almost no space for Yunho, though Yunho didn’t seem to mind curling up in a tight ball in the small amount of space he did have, in a way that seemed physically impossible for a person of his stature.

The manager almost instantly jumped into action. He had years of experience wrangling his own sick kids in addition to sick ATEEZ members, but he struggled to recall a time when seven of the eight were sick at once.

“San, Mingi, and Wooyoung?” He asked quietly, turning to Seonghwa. Seonghwa finished his thought on his behalf.

“Sleeping. Hopefully” Seonghwa supplied helpfully as he stood with his arms crossed across his chest.

“I’ll be honest,” the manager said after a few moments of thought. “I’d like to take anybody with a fever to the hospital. This flu clearly is nothing to mess around with.”

Yeosang piped up at that. “I don’t have a fever, so I don’t need to go” he announced, his tone laced with pride despite not even opening his eyes as he spoke.

The manager turned to Seonghwa, wordlessly looking to fact check Yeosang’s statement. Seonghwa nodded slowly. “He’s telling the truth. I checked his temperature a few times yesterday afternoon and before you got here. Normal temp, somehow.”

Yeosang pulled up the blanket as he snuggled deeper into the couch, content that he’d be able to stay home, but Seonghwa wasn’t finished.

“No fever, but he’s vomited several times. I think he should go.” Seonghwa’s words cut Yeosang like a knife.

“You can’t just change the rules like that, hyung” Yeosang responded with a huff. Seonghwa couldn’t help but smirk at Yeosang’s petulance.

“Well I can. You’re going to have to come with me, kid. I’m sorry” the manager said in response, slowly pulling Yeosang’s blanket off and folding it before stuffing it under his arm. While he was clearly not happy about it, Yeosang sat up, resigned to his fate. “Fine, but it’s still not fair” Yeosang said with a pout.

Yunho was the next to speak up, although his voice was muffled, barely audible as he spoke into the couch cushion.

“What was that, Yunho?” The manager asked as he knelt down in front of him, his voice gentle, knowing that Yunho always needed a little extra care and comfort when he was sick.

“I don’t need to go. I don’t have a fever” he repeated, a little louder this time. The manager sighed, laying a cool hand over the nape of Yunho’s neck. “I don’t think that’s quite true, is it? Hmm?”

Yunho ignored him, relishing in the comfort of his touch before his hand warmed from the contact with Yunho’s fevered skin.

“And your hyung said you were throwing up again? Is that true?” The manager questioned, brushing Yunho’s hair back from his face. Yunho only shrugged. “Let’s get you up, nice and slow” he said, taking his time untangling Yunho’s limbs one by one.

“I don’t see the point in playing games,” Jongho said as the manager helped Yunho sit up. “I have a fever. It’s not high, but it’s a fever. But I also don’t want to end up like that” Jongho said bluntly, gesturing toward Yeosang and Yunho’s end of the couch. He didn’t have to elaborate further. Everybody knew what he meant by that. “So if I have to go, I’ll go.”

The manager signed internally, relieved that at least one member wasn’t putting up a fight.

“Oh, and I mean I’m sure it goes without saying,” Jongho added, level headed as always. “He’s going to have to go.” Jongho looked down at Hongjoong, who had remained fast asleep through the entire conversation.

The manager nodded as he pulled Seonghwa aside. “I’m going to go ahead and take these four.” I’m sure it’s going to take some time to get them checked in and settled.” Seonghwa nodded as the manager continued, pinching the bridge of his nose, a clear indication of his current stress levels. “Call me once the other three are awake. If they wake up still feverish, which they will be, I’m sure, I’ll come back and get them.”

*~*~*~*~*~

Getting Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang, and Jongho packed up and into the van with the manager went about as well as Seonghwa had assumed it would. Four overnight bags, four sick men who struggled to take more than a few steps without needing a break, a frazzled manager who was growing more and more concerned by the minute that their van would get towed before they had everybody loaded up, and Seonghwa, who was putting on the show of a lifetime, not wanting to tip anybody off to how sick he was.

Seonghwa drew in a sigh of relief as he put the last of the members’ bags in the trunk, feeling out of breath and weak. Just as he was about to slide the door closed Yunho broke down in tears.

“Hyung, my pillow” he said between sobs. “I forgot my dog pillow.” Seonghwa felt about ready to go upstairs and throw the damned pillow out an open window and hope for the best, but he smiled instead, ruffling Yunho’s hair and assuring him he’d be right back down with it.

*~*~*~*~*~

Seonghwa all but collapsed against the stone pillar at the dorm building’s entryway as the van pulled out of sight. The sun was beginning to peak out, a reminder that San, Mingi, and Wooyoung would be waking soon and he’d be repeating this entire process again.

The energy to go back upstairs was alluding him until a woman emerged from the building. A nurse decked out in scrubs, clearly on her way to work for the day. She looked down at Seonghwa, sitting miserably on the cold concrete in his pajamas.

“Are you okay, honey?” She asked kindly. Seonghwa could feel his cheeks heating up even more than they already were from sheer embarrassment. “Did you lock yourself out?”

Seonghwa shook his head, hopping up regrettably fast to his feet and pulling his key out of the pocket of his sweat pants. “I’m just fine, thank you” he said with a tired smile. “Eventful morning is all.”

The woman smiled as she continued to the parking garage. “Hope the day turns around for you” she added over her shoulder. Seonghwa flashed a friendly wave, knowing that it would only get worse from there.

*~*~*~*~*~

Seonghwa had managed to get another hour or two of sleep on the couch before Mingi woke up.

“It’s so quiet…” Mingi grumbled, running a hand through his hair as Mingi collapsed heavily at the other end of the couch.

“Well, it’s just you, me, San, and Wooyoungie here right now. And San and Woo are still asleep” Seonghwa replied, tip toeing around the matter at hand.

Mingi simply raised his eyebrow, sensing that his hyung had more to say.

“Listen Mingi,” Seonghwa resumed, uncharacteristically frazzled. “Don’t shoot the messenger but manager-hyung was here this morning. He put his foot down, anybody running a fever this morning has to go to the hospital.”

The silence hung heavy for what felt to Seonghwa like an eternity before Mingi replied.

“Well, I’m not going” Mingi said with a shrug. Seonghwa closed his eyes, his head pounding uncontrollably.

“Mingi, I’m sorry but it’s not up to you. Fuck, it’s not even up to me” Seonghwa said but Mingi remained unmoved.

“I’m not Yunho and I’m not Wooyoung. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself…” Mingi was cut off by Seonghwa.

“Mingi that’s mean and uncalled for” he said firmly.

Mingi sighed, relenting. “I didn’t mean it that way. It came out wrong. But I really don’t need to go. My fever is hasn’t gone up.”

“But it hasn’t broken?” Seonghwa asked, locking eyes work Mingi in a way that made it clear that the debate was over.

“No, it hasn’t broken” Mingi replied, rolling his eyes like a spoiled teenager.

“Pack your bag with anything you’ll want at the hospital. You might be there overnight so pack accordingly.” Seonghwa was too tired to scold Mingi when he threw the pillow at the end of the couch to the floor and stormed off to his room, slamming the door behind him, causing the pain behind Seonghwa’s eyes to pulsate.

*~*~*~*~*~

If San and Wooyoung hadn’t been awake before, they certainly were now. San emerged from his room, promptly laying down on the couch and using Seonghwa’s lap as a pillow. They were both silent until San spoke up.

“Wooyoung was talking in his sleep. Asking for his mom” San said with a sigh, covering his eyes with his forearm. “I’m tired, hyung.”

Seonghwa’s heart broke at the fatigue in his voice.

“I heard you tell Mingi we have to go to the hospital. I packed my bag and started Wooyoung’s but…” San’s statement was cut off by a spell of harsh coughs. “I’m sorry, hyung. I felt too weak to finish.”

Seonghwa stroked San’s forehead, trying to comfort him before helping San sit up and laying him back against a pillow. “When did you get so big, my little Sannie-ah?” Seonghwa asked lightly as he draped a blanket over his dongsaeng. “I’ll take care of Wooyoung and get him packed up and ready to go.”

*~*~*~*~*~

Wooyoung was still burrowed into Yunho’s bed when Seonghwa entered. Tears stained his cheeks, confirming to Seonghwa that he, beyond a doubt, was still running a fever. Seonghwa silently took the bag that San had started packing for Wooyoung, to Wooyoung’s own room, adding a cozy sweatshirt that would keep him comfortable in the hospital, as well as his headphones and a few hair clips, knowing that Wooyoung would get restless if his hair was in his face.

He pulled his phone out and sent a text to the manager as promised:

“The kids are up. Ready to get them to the hospital when you are.”

*~*~*~*~*~

The process passed in a blur this time. Seonghwa could tell his fever was up, leaving him feeling like his head was floating as he went through the motions. He left the bickering with Mingi to the manager, confident that he had done his part earlier that morning. San, always feeling like he had something to prove, slung his own bag over his shoulder as well as Wooyoung’s, and headed down to the van, that, once again, the manager was convinced would get towed if they took much longer.

Seonghwa pulled the front door closed, the last one out, carrying Wooyoung on his back after it had become clear that Wooyoung was too dizzy to walk. With the last of his dongsaengs safely buckled into the van, Seonghwa turned to go back inside. It was becoming more apparent that he had a finite window of time to get himself back upstairs and into bed before his body gave up.

The manager was about to pull away when he rolled the window down. “Hwa” he called out, putting the van back in park. “Hongjoong texted me. He’s sharing a room with Yunho. He said Yunho is asking for you.”

Seonghwa tensed at that. He meant it with all the love in the world. He adored each and every one of his dongsaengs with his whole heart and he’d do anything for every single one of them without so much as a moment of delay.

But, in the most loving, caring, concerned way -

Not a fucking chance, Yunho.

And with that, that finite window of time closed on Seonghwa.

“I know you’re exhausted. Being a dad is a lot of work, isn’t it?” the manager said with a good-natured chuckle. “If you want to come for a bit I can bring you back in a few hours.”

Seonghwa felt his breath coming faster.

“I can’t breathe” he mumbled, losing his balance and tripping into the side of the van with a thump.

He was now coughing, gasping for breath. It all happened in slow motion. He looked into the window of the van, seeing Wooyoung sleeping with his head in San’s lap.

Sleep.

That sounded so fucking good right now.

“Hwa!” He heard a voice call out. Strangely it sounded somehow far too loud but also so far away, simultaneously.

“M’ tired, hyung” Seonghwa said with a final sigh, giving in to the immediate need to sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~

It took no time at all for Seonghwa to realize where he was when he came to. The stark white walls and ceiling, the ambient sound of beeping equipment and the overwhelming smell of sanitizer that, even completely congested, was still evident.

Yep. He hand landed himself in the hospital with the rest of the members.

Eight makes one team and all that, I guess.

Seonghwa couldn’t help but feel bitter for a moment. He had made sure everybody else had a soft blanket packed in their bag but here he was, covered in one that felt like paper.

He closed his eyes again, the pain behind his eyes no match for the bright fluorescent lights overhead. That’s when he heard the voice of his manager talking to somebody outside his door. The voices were muffled, which was further compounded by the fact he couldn’t seem to hear very well out of his right ear, but he was able to make out a few words.

“Private room.”

He turned his head, cracking his eyes slightly. He did have a private room. He sighed in relief at that. No members bothering him when all he wanted, no, needed, to do was sleep.

“Bruised shoulder.”

Yeah, that checked out too. His shoulder felt tender where he had made contact with the side of the van before he…before he fell asleep? Passed out? What exactly had happened?

And the last thing he heard before the door opened:

“Sedative.”

Before he could process that a nurse appeased his bedside. He opened his eyes for a moment as she laid a hand over his forehead. It felt far more heavenly than a simple touch had the right to feel. She looked familiar.

“Sorry that the day didn’t turn around.” She stated as she slipped a thermometer probe under his tongue. So that’s where he recognized her from. The parking lot earlier that morning. It beeped in a matter of seconds.

Seonghwa tried to sit up to get a glance at the reading on the box-like device in her hand but was gently pushed back.

“What’s my temp?” He asked, his voice surprisingly gravelly. She sighed with a sad smile, as she injected something into his IV line. She was silent for a moment, concentrating on dosing Seonghwa with the right amount of medication.

“You’ve got a fever, honey” the nurse replied as she released the IV bag and stepped across the room, grabbing an ice pack and wrapping it in a cloth before draping it over Seonghwa’s brow. He could see her lips moving but couldn’t make out what she was saying. She even picked up the thermometer again and showed him the reading but his eyes couldn’t seem to actually make it out. Couldn’t be too bad he supposed. Or maybe, more so, hoped.

Sedative.

That’s right.

“You’re going to feel sleepy. Don’t fight it” he heard the nurse’s voice.

Fight it? After sleepless nights, dealing with endless crying, puking, fainting, sweating, sneezing, coughing, and arguing? No, fighting it didn’t even cross his mind.

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛🐶 I will stay for you

Title from Be with you (ATEEZ)

Summary: Seonghwa finds a very ill Yunho in the bathroom, minutes before they need to be on stage.

CW: emeto

Sickie: Yunho Caretaker: Seonghwa + Hongjoong (+Mingi +Jongho)

„Fifteen minutes until stage“, the lead manager called through the waiting room where the ATEEZ members were relaxing until they started their concert. He sounded frantic. “Where is Yunho-yah?”

Seonghwa looked up from his phone, having checked the Twitter messages from ATINY who were looking forward to the concert. Yunho had been sitting next to him since they were both done with make-up, hair and styling. At one point the younger had excused himself to the bathroom and since then he hadn’t returned. Taking a look at the clock, Seonghwa realized he had lost track of time – he was sure that his dongsaeng must have been gone for over twenty minutes now.

“Seonghwa?”, Hongjoong said, looking around too, “wasn’t he with you?”

“Uh, yeah”, Seonghwa admitted, “he went to the bathroom, I think, but he’s been gone for some time. Should I go look for him?”

The manager looked like he wanted to protest, probably not eager to lose another member so close to the concert but then a loud curse had them look at Wooyoung. The younger member had somehow managed to spill his soda all over his stage outfit, the white shirt sticking to his skin. He and San stared at each other in shock, frozen in their game of catch.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes next to him. Yet Seonghwa recognized the worry in how he held himself, and also the guilt of not having noticed they were missing a member. Seonghwa squeezed his hand in comfort.

“Yeah, go look for him. I’ll get them sorted out”, the manager sighed. Seonghwa nodded and put his phone on the table. Stretching slightly he got up and left the waiting room, looking up and down the hallway to figure out where their dance leader might have disappeared to. It wasn’t like Yunho to just vanish without a trace – especially half an hour before one of their concerts. There must have been a bigger reason for that.

Not sure where to search Seonghwa decided to check the bathrooms first, especially since Yunho had said he needed to go there. He just hoped that the younger man wasn’t sick or anything – maybe lost somewhere in the admittedly not so large venue.

When he pushed open the door to the bathroom he heard the strangled sound of heaving and he was immediately assaulted by the stench of vomit. It seemed like his fear had come true – this was a disaster. Deciding that logistics of the concert could be the manager’s problem he went to check on his dongsaeng.

“Yunho-yah? Are you okay?”, he called as he knocked on the only locked stall door, mentally face-palming. The sounds coming from the stall were most certainly not an indication that Yunho was okay.

There was another retch and then a hesitant: “Hwa-hyung?”

“It’s me, let me in?”, he asked and after a second he heard a click but the door didn’t open. He pushed down the handle, glad that the door opened to the outside and peeked inside. What he found was a truly heart-breaking sight.

Yunho was kneeling in front of the toilet, resting his head on his arms which were crossed over the bowl so he could get sick without moving and maximum comfort – at least as comfortable as was possible in such a position. The parts of his skin that Seonghwa could see were nearly translucent and, like his hair, full of sweat. All in all he looked pitiful.

While normally a clean freak, Seonghwa didn’t hesitate to kneel down behind him, placing a hand on his back and tentatively rubbing circles. For the moment Yunho seemed to have a respite from vomiting so Seonghwa, full of concern, asked: “What happened? Why didn’t you say earlier that you felt sick?”

“I don’t know what happened”, Yunho rasped, voice nearly gone from the constant strain on his throat and soundly strangely muffled from his position practically inside the toilet, “I was fine all day, even during make-up and then from one second to the next I started feeling like I was going to be sick so I came in here.” He stopped to cough with triggered a dry-heave but he didn’t bring up anything for the moment.

“I wanted to go back and say that I can’t perform but I haven’t had more than a few minutes without vomiting since I started. I don’t know why I can’t stop vomiting.”

Seonghwa sighed and squeezed his shoulder with his free hand. “I’m sorry you’re feeling so sick”, he offered helplessly. “Can I do anything for you?”

“Uh, could you…” Yunho broke off as he burped and then he jerked forward as he started to bring up his stomach contents again. Seonghwa gently held back his hair from his forehead, letting Yunho rest his head against his palm, while rubbing his back again. He watched how Yunho spat out wave after wave of stomach contents, trying not to feel too queasy at the sight of the noodles from lunch making an encore appearance in a less appetizing way.

“Oh, Yunho-yah”, Seonghwa whispered, panicking internally. This was not in his job description of being the oldest hyung. What do you do when you were holding a violently sick idol in your arms when you both need to be in stage in less than ten minutes? Why didn’t an idol contract came with a ‘how to deal with your (sick) dongsaengs’ handbook?

Finally Yunho stopped bringing up anything for the time being, so Seonghwa helped him lean back against the stall wall. He ripped off a piece of toilet paper and gently wiped Yunho’s mouth, the younger having closed his eyes in exhaustion. Seonghwa threw the soiled paper into the toilet and flushed. It really didn’t do anything for the smell anymore.

“Yunho? Uh, I have to find the manager and Hongjoong, there is no way you can perform like this. Do you want to come with me to the waiting room or stay here?”

“I don’t think I should move too far away”, Yunho whispered and hiccoughed wetly.

“Okay, I’ll be quick, sweetheart. You won’t be alone for long, I promise.” Seonghwa pressed a kiss against Yunho’s forehead – a silent promise – and pushed himself up.

He left the bathroom quickly but before the door close he could hear Yunho throwing up again. He jogged back to the waiting room and was nearly hit in the face by the door. The manager apologized and pulled him inside.

Inside all the members were ready to go on stage, but there was worry in their face. Hongjoong was desperately trying to keep a cool façade but Seonghwa could tell that the captain was anything but relaxed.

“Where were you?”, the manager hissed, not malicious but stressed, “why did you take so long? You have to be on stage in five minutes! Didn’t you find Yunho-yah?”

“Yeah, about that”, Seonghwa started, feeling like he just walked to his doom, “Yunho-yah is in the bathroom. He can’t stop throwing up, I don’t know what is wrong…”

For a moment the manager just stared at Seonghwa and he wasn’t sure if the manager was about to cry or laugh.

“Please tell me you are joking”, he pleaded instead.

Seonghwa shook his head. “I really don’t want to eat noodles anytime soon.”

“Right, uhm, yeah, uhh… shit”, the manager mumbled, then activated his headset. “Move the beginning of the show fifteen minutes back.”

“What do we do now?”, Wooyoung asked the question they were all asking themselves.

“There is no way Yunho can perform”, Seonghwa said, turning to the manager.

“But…”, the manager started, but stopped himself.

Hongjoong stepped forward, playing a hand on the manager’s arm. “I won’t allow a sick member to perform, especially if he is off as badly as Seonghwa described. I will go check on him, the rest of you figure out how we can get him home. ATINY won’t care that we are missing a member, they will be worried if anything.”

With that Hongjoong left the dressing room, not unlike a man on a mission.

⌛

Hongjoong wouldn’t admit it but he was close to freaking out. A sick dongsaeng was always an issue but especially when missing a concert. Not only had the fans paid to see them but the sick member would feel like they were letting down the team and ATINY. Besides, in their dorms illness spread like wildfire.

The moment he entered the bathroom he heard the sobbing. Steeling himself, he walked towards the stall where he could see Yunho’s shoe peeking out. His dance leader really was too big for these stalls.

He knocked on the door, just an acknowledgement not asking for entrance. Behind the door he found Yunho leaning against the plastic wall, one knee pulled to his chest, the other leg stretched out. He had his head resting on the knee, arms wrapped around, hugging himself.

“Hey, baby”, Hongjoong whispered, kneeling down. Yunho didn’t lift his head, just turned slightly so he could look at him. Hongjoong reached out and brushed his sweat-soaked hair away from his glazed over eyes.

“Hyung?”, Yunho suddenly said, voice hoarse, “shouldn’t you be on stage?”

“Don’t worry about that, Yunho. We pushed the beginning of the show back so we can take care of you”, Hongjoong soothed.

“But ATINY, the concert”, Yunho said, body shaking as he cried.

Gently Hongjoong took the younger’s hands in his own. “ATINY will understand. Your health is more important. You know you can’t perform like this.”

Yunho just continued crying but soon the sobs turned into heaves. Quickly Hongjoong helped his dongsaeng back over the toilet as bile spilled from his mouth.

Exhausted, Yunho slumped back into his captain the moment he was done. Buried under his tall member, Hongjoong just wrapped his arms around him, trying to help him calm down. He wished he had brought a water bottle or anything so they could try to get Yunho at least a bit hydrated.

As if they had heard his prayers, the door to the bathroom opened and they were quickly joined by Mingi and Jongho.

“Oh, hyung”, Jongho giggled a bit. Hongjoong assumed they must make quite a picture, the smallest member trying to hold up the biggest member all the while unable to even wrap his arms completely around his chest.

They helped Hongjoong move Yunho back against the wall and Mingi knelt down next to his best friend.

“Yunho? I know you feel terrible but can you try to drink some water for us?”, he asked, holding out a bottle.

Reluctantly, but likely too tired to protest, Yunho let Mingi place the bottle against his lips and took a few sips. At that time, Jongho turned to Hongjoong.

“Manager-hyung send us to fetch you two. We set up the couch for him, Yunho-hyung can rest there until we go home. The managers and the stylist noonas said they would keep an eye on him.”

“Thank you, Jongho, Mingi”, Hongjoong said, relieved. While he wished that they could get Yunho home and into bed as soon as possible, he was reluctant to send him home alone. This way they could check on his during outfit changes and the break.

Hongjoong stepped out of the stall, so that Jongho and Mingi were able to help Yunho to his feet in the narrow space. Slowly they made their way back to the dressing room.

The other members smiled at them as they entered, Wooyoung clutching Yeosang’s and San’s hands, while Seonghwa was talking with the manager. As promised the couch was set up with a blanket, a pillow and a bucket. Carefully Jongho and Mingi helped Yunho lay down and immediately San was kneeling by his roommate, running his fingers through the black hair.

“Hey, Yunho”, he whispered, “don’t worry, we got you. Sleep.”

And sleep Yunho did. Through their whole concert and the frequent check-ups by his members; in fact he was barely awake when Mingi and Seonghwa led him to their car home. Hongjoong and Seonghwa sat down in the seat next to the sick dancer, holding his hands – and when the nausea combined with the motion of the car got too much – a plastic bag.

Once he was cleaned up and changed into comfortable pyjamas, Hongjoong expected Yunho to fall back asleep as soon as he was horizontal. Yet Yunho blinked open his eyes and grabbed Hongjoong’s hand.

“The concert?”, he rasped, voice gone from the repeated vomiting.

“We missed you terribly, as did ATINY, but they are were worried and are sending you all their love”, Hongjoong soothed, rubbing his shoulders, “nobody minded, just get better soon.”

“’Kay”, Yunho mumbled, his last reserves of energy depleted, “stay?”

“I’ll stay, baby, don’t worry”, Hongjoong said, exchanging a glance with Seonghwa. They had decided earlier that the two eldest would stay with Yunho during the night, sharing San’s bed. San would have to bunk with one of the others or could enjoy the freedom of a room for himself for once if he decided to sleep in the hyung’s room. But they way Yunho was tugging at Hongjoong’s hand was clear.

Without further ado, Hongjoong slipped into bed with Yunho, wrapping him in his arms. Seonghwa placed a trash can by the side of the bed, then he turned of the light and got under San’s covers.

“Sleep well”, Hongjoong whispered, pressing a kiss to Yunho’s forehead.

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

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 12: "You're not fine, you're throwing up."

Fandom: ATEEZ

Sickie: Yunho (stomach bug)

Caregiver(s): Jongho, with some Hongjoong

Word Count: 912

Jongho woke up to a sound he wasn't able to identify. He rolled over, hitting his phone screen. 7:30am. He sat up, frowning as his brain attempted to make sense to what he was hearing. That’s when it hit him: the distinct sound of gagging over the roar of the shower. 

Jongho was up and outside the bathroom door in seconds.

“Hyung?!” Jongho knocked. The only response was another gag. The youngest member pushed open the door, crossed the room in two steps, and ripped back the curtain. Yunho was on his knees, at the mercy of his body, throwing up in the shower. “Oh, hyung,” Jongho muttered. He reached over and turned off the water.

“Nooo.” Yunho reached a hand up towards the tap before he was cut off with a violent cough that turned into more retching. Jongho knelt on the floor outside the shower, rubbing at Yunho’s spine as he coughed up another wave of sick. 

“It’s okay,” the younger man soothed quietly. 

After a second, unproductive cough, Yunho sat back on his heels, scrubbing at his face. “Water was helping.”

“Helping with what, exactly?”

“Cleaning…” 

“That’s the last thing you should be worried about right now, hyung.” Jongho’s hand hadn’t left Yunho’s back, massaging up and down his spine. He felt the dancer’s body contract once, twice, before he was leaning over again, at the mercy of his stomach, but bringing up nothing. 

“This sucks,” Yunho whined.

“I know, I know. How long have you…?”

“I don’t know. What time is it?”

Jongho consulted his watch. “7:36.”

“Then I’ve probably been here for about fifteen minutes.”

“Fifteen minutes?!”

Yunho waved his hand. “Not… not the throwing up part. I came to take a shower fifteen minutes ago, got sick maybe… God, I don’t even know.”

“Well, at least it wasn’t fifteen minutes cause that would be a problem.” Yunho smirked at that. He closed his eyes, appreciating the feeling of Jongho’s hand on his back. The cold air hitting his wet skin, though, was less welcome, sending shivers through his body. “We should get you out of the shower.” 

“Okay.” Yunho didn’t move. Jongho squeezed his shoulder before standing up himself. He offered his hands out to the older man, carefully pulling Yunho to his feet. It was then that Jongho noticed that that dancer still had his boxers on. “Hyung, why were you wearing your underwear in the shower?” 

Yunho shrugged. “In case I passed out.”

Jongho blinked at him. “So you knew you weren’t feeling good, and you got into the shower? The most dangerous place to slip and fall?”

Yunho shrugged again. “I thought the water would feel good.”

“Did it?”

Yunho nodded. “Until I threw up, it was heavenly.”

Jongho nodded, restraining himself from sighing as he helped Yunho out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around the older man’s shoulders. “Think you can make it to your room to change, or do you want me to go grab you clothes?”

“I can make it,” Yunho replied, curling deeper into his towel. “I actually feel a lot better. Puke and rally, right?”

“Sure, hyung.” Jongho rolled his eyes as soon as Yunho moved past him and through the doorway. He would see to it that there would be no rallying for Yunho; Jongho could feel his fever plain as day while they sat in the shower. 

Still, there was work to be done. Jongho texted the group: no one use the upstairs shower for a bit. He then peeked under the sink to see what cleaning supplies were currently on hand. He didn’t find what he wanted, and resolved to simply turn the water back on and wash the shower out first, then go back with the disinfectant later. 

Hongjoong appeared a moment later. “What happened?” 

“Yunho threw up in the shower, so I want to clean it before anyone else uses it.” 

“Is he okay?” 

Jongho shrugged. “Definitely feverish. He should not be practicing today.”

Hongjoong nodded, pausing as Yunho rounded the corner from his room, dressed in his dance clothes.  

“What the…?” Hongjoong shook his head. “Yunho, what are you doing?” Jongho peeked his head into the doorway. 

Yunho shrugged. “We’re going to dance.”

“No. We’re going to dance. You’re going to bed,” Hongjoong relied. 

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, you’re throwing up,” Jongho insisted. 

“No, I threw up. Past tense. I’m good now.”

“That’s not how it works, and you know that,” the leader explained, moving forward to place his hand against Yunho’s forehead. “You have a fever, bud. That means no practice for you.” Yunho whined, shoulders slumping forward. “I know, I get it, but you know the rules.”

“But I wanna dance,” Yunho said in reply, attempting to hit Hongjoong with his most convincing puppy eyes. 

“And you’ll be able to dance a lot better sooner if you take today to rest your body,” the leader insisted, patting Yunho’s shoulder affectionately. “Besides, no one wants to see you puke in the middle of the practice room.”

Yunho gasped. “I would never!”

“Well let’s not tempt fate, shall we? Bed.” Hongjoong pointed towards the room, and Yunho shuffled off, all the fight leaving him. Hongjoong sighed. “In your professional opinion, Jongho, should he be left alone?”

“Probably not,” the youngest chuckled. “I don’t mind staying with him.” 

“You’re the hero we need.” Hongjoong cuffed Jongho’s shoulder before walking away to notify their manager of Yunho’s upcoming absence. 

[sickonthedancefloor]

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

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

Sickie: Yunho Caretakers: Seonghwa, Wooyoung

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

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

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

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

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

“I will, hyung.” He won’t.

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

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

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

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

“Yunho-yah?”

“Hmm?” Yunho doesn’t move.

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

Then: “…before soundcheck, I think?”

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

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

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

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

“Come on, Yunho, sit up for me?”

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

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

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

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

“Hyung… I’m tired.”

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

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

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

“Go sleep, silly.”

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

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

~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh… headache?”

“Mhmm.”

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

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

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

“Next time, one at a time, okay?”

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

“Sleep, honey.”

He falls into slumber easily.

~*~

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

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

“Woo…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t fall asleep on me, silly!”

“ ‘m not…” He was.

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ll spill.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t wanna…”

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

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

“Comfy, Yunho?” Wooyoung asks him softly.

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

Seonghwa just laughs. “Then rest, silly.”

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

[k-sickies]

1. “My stomach really doesn’t feel so good all of a sudden.”

Sick Yunho & caretaker Seonghwa? Pretty please with sugar on top? 😊

Warning: description of throwing up/vomit

Yunho usually was awkward to tell anyone if he wasn't feeling well. It doesn't happen often in the first place and if it happens he usually deals with it on his own. However, he didn't expect to feel unwell while he was out shopping with Seonghwa in a foreign country. They were currently on tour and had the day off so they could relax before the next concert started. Seonghwa found out there is a big Lego store in town so obviously he wanted to check it out but not on his own. As Seonghwa asked Yunho couldn't say no. His Hyung rarely asked him to join him in buying new stuff for his lego collection. And Yu ho didn't expect to feel sick. He was fine earlier. Maybe he ate too fast or he had jet lag. Whatever it was he was feeling really bad right now and there's no way he would get sick in the middle of the street. So he had no other choice than to tell.

"Hyung, my stomach really doesn't feel so good all of a sudden." Yunho admit.

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Do you want go back to the hotel?"

Yunho shook his head. "I need the bathroom. I feel like throwing up." He bit down on his lower lip.

The older one widened his eyes and looked around. Luckily there was a restaurant around the corner. Seonghwa grabbed the younger by his arm and carefully pulled him with him. The two immediately went to the bathroom and Yunho made a dash to the nearest stall. Sickness rushed up his throat as undigested food splashed I to the porcelain of the toilet. Seonghwa was close behind and kneeled down. Behind the younger. Rubbing his spine up and down. He knew that Yunho usually doesn't like anyone to be close if he's throwing up so Seonghwa decided against saying anything and just keep him company. Yunho couldn't be more grateful for that. He was glad that someone was beside him but he would be too overwhelmed with someone talking to him. That's why he relaxed after a while and only spit a few times into the toilet to get rid of the taste. To his surprise he felt good after throwing up. As if nothing bothered him in the first place.

"Are you okay?" Seonghwa asked as he handed Yunho as tissue.

The younger nodded "Yeah. Surprisingly I feel really good now."

Seonghwa hummed "Take it easy, okay?"

"Sure. Give me a few minutes and we can go to the store." Yunho said

Seonghwa tilted his head in confusion. "What?"

"Yeah just 5 minutes. Sorry to let you wait." Yunho said.

Seonghwa shook his head "We're going home. There's no way I'll go shopping with someone who threw up out of nowhere."

Yunho sighed "But you were so excited.."

Seonghwa ruffled the youngers hair and shook his head. "You're an idiot. Let's go back"

[faeprincess777]

❤️My Ateez Favorite Fics🩷

I do not own any of these fics, I just enjoyed reading them! Most of these fics are smutty, so please, no minors!

OT8

Whichever Way by @igbylicious (woosan, series)

Best Girl by @beenbaanbuun (yunho & mingi)

The Paradigm Complex by @shadowynn (multi-member)

Dewdrops at Dawn by @sunmoonjune (multi-member)

Into the Aurora by @honeyhotteoks (multi-member)

Masterlist by @holybibly (multi-member)-literally every single fic is fire 🔥

Jenga and Jealousy Masterlist by @hongjoongtime117 (multi-member)

Hongjoong

Coming soon...

Seonghwa

Mr. Popular by @wooyoungiewritings

All Tied Up by @pyramid-of-starrs

Make Me Water by @bangtanintotheroom

Yandere Seonghwa by @mymoodwriting

The Thing About Pretty Boys by @wonusite

Hybrid, Yandere Seonghwa by @mymoodwriting

Best Friend's Mother by @hwashotcheeto (series)

Before Midnight by @baekmond

Heartbeat by @yunniverse

Don't Be a Stranger by @1117feverlessdreams

You Made It Shine by @taeyongdoyoung

Passion Young Fever by @fairyniceyeah (sickfic)

Yunho

Attention Seeker by @pyramid-of-starrs

Mercilessly by @velvetydream

Yeosang

Touch Me, Taste Me, Fill Me Up by @littlefireball

San

I See Red by @0097linersbb

Karaoke Angel by @kpop-dungeon-dark

My Heart, I Surrender by @sweetinsaniiity

Softer, Softest by @frenchkisstheabyss

Mingi

Husky Hybrid Mingi by @vent-stink

Cock Blocked by @star2fishmeg

Wooyoung

Die for me by @jisungchan

How to Tame a Brat Tamer by @k-hotchoisan

Seduced by the Bad Boy by @xomakara

Jongho

Just One More by @mingtinysworld

Hide and Seizure by @itsoktobeconfused (sickfic)

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🩶 favourites

white love | @sorryimananti-romantic

genre: iceprince!hongjoong x fireprincess!reader, fantasy, fluff, angst

length: oneshot - 24k

there seems to be an eternal winter set in wonderland caused by the ice prince hongjoong, and you- the fire princess who has been laying low for a while- set out to end it. what you don’t expect is to find him freezing to death trapped in a tower, and as you save him, you find out that the mages in wonderland are uprising to end the original bloodline- titled prince and princesses. creating a small team with your childhood friend seonghwa and a water mage yunho, you and hongjoong fight against the threat to your life while uncovering secrets and finding unexpected friends and love.

horizon | @pxedpiper

genre: pirate!au, fluff, angst, trigger warnings

length: 22/22 chapters [completed] - 79.0k

once a princess of a kingdom you loathed to call yours, you have somehow found yourself aboard a pirate ship, stuck on the ocean waves. now you try to figure out how to escape them, but as you continue to journey with them, you find yourself wondering if you even want to.

feverish | @hwaightme

genre: fluff, sickfic

length: oneshot - 2.4k

as you come down with a cold, hongjoong is right there to lift you back up again, be it with soup, song, presence, or all at once.

nighthawks | @the7thcrow

genre: designer!hongjoong x writer!reader, angst, fluff, meet-cute

length: 5.9k

you share a night, a cigarette, and a sobering conversation with a beautiful stranger. a glimpse of normality for you troubled nighthawks.

marigold | @yoongiseesawmp3

genre: fratboy!hongjoong, fluff, smut

length: oneshot - 12.7k

your best friend and the bane of your existence is probably the love of your life, and you’re not sure how to tell him. your mutual friend seonghwa knows about your true feelings for hongjoong, and he does everything in his power to get you two together. one halloween party, one rainy car ride and one emotional rollercoaster later, you finally get a taste of what you’ve been waiting so long for. 

project d | @setsugekka

pairing: hongjoong x reader, yunho x reader

genre: street racing au, ex!hongjoong, angst, smut, trigger warnings

length: oneshot - 20.5k

with a nice enough guy who’s just a little too rough around the edges for your parents liking, and a best friend who put you up to him (albeit a tad unknowingly), surely things can’t possibly get more complicated for the local illegal street racing squad. except, between racing for pink slips and bragging rights, there’s emperors leader, jeong yunho.

daisies | @the7thcrow

genre: summer camp au, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst

length: oneshot - 11.0k

one last trip. that was what you wanted. to let yourself dream of your childhood sweetheart one final time, before closing that chapter of your life forever. however, the last thing you expected was for him to actually be there.

bodyguard | @baekhvuns

genre: mafia!au, romcom, angst, smut

length: oneshot - 37.8k

in which his task is to be your bodyguard, his mob-boss’s daughter. where he not only guards you but also guards your body.

one day at a time | @sorryimananti-romantic 🩶

pairing: seonghwa x reader, yunho x reader

genre: soldier!au, fluff, angst, suggestive, trigger warnings

loving seonghwa was like loving the moon. loving yunho was like loving the sun. the story of how you fell in love with seonghwa, one of the king’s trusted agent, married him, had a daughter and then lost him forever- and how you fell in love with yunho- also the king’s trusted agent, seonghwa’s best friend, a loving father to your daughter, and a husband who gave you enough space to grieve seonghwa, and enough time to make you fall in love with him.

length: oneshot - 18.5k

pov: you're a stereotype in an 80s classic | @atozfic 🩶

genre: strangers/enemies to lovers, highschool!au, badboy!au, angst, fluff

length: oneshot - 22.2k

a look into the life of six students who find themselves stuck in detention… for the entire school year.

this world | @hwaightme 🩶

genre: biker!seonghwa, fluff, romance, strangers to lovers, action, smut

length: oneshot - 16.2k

caught between the past and present, you search for a new beginning in night city as a mechanic at outlaw customs. how will a fateful encounter with seonghwa, the leader of the blue birds, help you feel alive?

sleazy seonghwa who sneezes | @chaseatinydream

genre: badboy!au, fluff

length: twoshot - 9.8k

by the intervention of fate (namely choi san), you see a different side to the school’s resident bad boy that you weren’t aware existed.

pirate!seonghwa | @ateezmakemeweep

genre: angst, fluff

length: oneshot - 13k

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i'll be with you | @cheollipop

genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

length: oneshot - 1.6k

a long, dreadful day at work calls for a hot shower and sleep, perhaps a few hours of crying as well. what you don't account for, however, is the man who wouldn't let you go through that alone.

royal library | @nczennie

genre: royalty!au, angst, fluff, smut

length: oneshot - 10.1k

you turn to look at seonghwa, “thank you for keeping my secret,” you smile at him and he returns it, quickly standing to bow, “of course, your highness. your secret is safe with me”.

addicting kitten | @tenelkadjowrites

genre: smut

length: 6/6 chapters [completed] - 34.3k

when your car breaks down and your phone is dead, you are stranded alone on the way home. however, when seonghwa, the intimidating figure you see at the club often, comes by and offers you a ride, you cannot help but feel as if you might be walking into the lion’s den.

playing with fire | @ateezmakemeweep 🩶

genre: sugardaddy!hwa, fluff, angst, smut

length: 5/5 chapters [completed] - 121k

when your scholarship falls through during the last semester of your college career, you were, admittedly, on edge.  overwhelmed by the prospect of delaying your graduation to save up thousands of dollars or work a second job or, per the suggestion of your roommate, sell pictures of your feet.  you first met park eunbi during your first year of college, when she walked through your dorm room with a smile on her face and her parents by her side - or, more notably to you, her incredibly handsome father.  that’s all he ever was to you though - your friend’s hot dad who you only ever saw a few times a year.  but when you find yourself around him more and more often, your attraction growing and his eyes lingering, you suddenly find yourself in a situation you know is wrong but can’t seem to pull yourself out of. 

lights out | @ateezmakemeweep

genre: neighbour!yunho, angst, fluff

length: oneshot - 7k

nil author synopsis

promise | @sorryimananti-romantic

genre: prince!yunho x princess!reader, arranged marriage, fluff, angst, suggestive

length: oneshot - 23k

‘i’ll be a friend to you, if nothing more’ is the promise yunho, prince of wonderland makes when you, the princess of eden find yourself in an arranged marriage with him to avoid war. however, war approaches and eden sides with the enemy. will you and yunho stick with each other? will you find love in this arranged marriage?

one day at a time | @sorryimananti-romantic 🩶

pairing: seonghwa x reader, yunho x reader

genre: soldier!au, fluff, angst, suggestive, trigger warnings

length: oneshot - 18.5k

loving seonghwa was like loving the moon. loving yunho was like loving the sun. the story of how you fell in love with seonghwa, one of the king’s trusted agent, married him, had a daughter and then lost him forever- and how you fell in love with yunho- also the king’s trusted agent, seonghwa’s best friend, a loving father to your daughter, and a husband who gave you enough space to grieve seonghwa, and enough time to make you fall in love with him.

come fly with me | @hwaightme

genre: pilot!yunho, fluff, angst, slice of life

length: oneshot - 9.0k

aerophobia - the fear of flying. and clearly, something that your boss has no idea exists. while you curse the universe and the metal bird, your handsome seatmate ponders if it is possible to redirect this flight, from gwangju, to your heart.

convenience store chances | @ohmyamor

genre: exbf!yunho, fluff, comfort, trigger warnings

length: oneshot - 2.5k

it’s the typical story of right person, wrong time. but maybe an unfortunate situation might turn the wrong time into the right time.

you're enough | @cheollipop

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst

length: oneshot - 2.0k

with the soft scent of baby wipes following him, yunho helped you stand back up to face the storm within your mind.

out of the woods | @sluttywoozi

genre: rom com, friends to lovers, fluff, smut

length: 3/3 chapters [completed] - 9.2k

you’ve been driving yunho nuts lately and he just can’t figure out why. he hates being annoyed with his friends, so he’s been avoiding you. it’s difficult to stay away when you’re locked together in a cabin with seven of your closest friends, though.

complete relaxation package | @beahae

genre: massage therapist!yunho, smut

length: oneshot - 4.8k

you’ve been neglecting your self-care for a while now so you decide to treat yourself to a massage. you deserve it! you didn’t realize the guy you booked would be so attractive though.

lovers in the night | @atzfilm

genre: sugar daddy!yunho, exes to lovers, fluff, angst, smut

length: oneshot - 11.3k

just out of your college with a freshly printed degree, you set out for a job that would fit your somewhat high standards. after a brief scroll through a sugar daddy website and a meeting set-up, you sit across from the one man you didn't expect to see — jeong yunho, your ex-boyfriend and apparently, a millionaire looking for someone to spoil.

[newly added] your hand | @smileysuh

genre: tattooist!yunho, smut

length: oneshot - 6.6k

it’s a classic parlor love story: big tattoo man finds new receptionist cute, but he can’t talk to her until something totally avoidable happens that brings them together out of his own sheer stupidity- that kind of shindig ;) 

prince!yeosang x servant!reader | @ateezmakemeweep

genre: angst, fluff

length: oneshot - 4k

nil author synopsis

badboy!yeosang | @ateezmakemeweep

genre: angst, fluff, smut

length: oneshot - 18k

nil author synopsis

ideal woman | @the7thcrow

genre: gang!au, romance, angst, suggestive

length: oneshot - 10.5k

at the only bar in town where the lines drawn between different gangs becomes blurry, you spot your intellectual rival involved in one of the biggest underground organizations the city has to offer. responsible for the recent heist on your warehouse, as well as the death of multiple of your gang’s own members, he’s understandably considered someone that you should not be talking to. you buy him a drink.

the most lonely creature | @atzfilm

genre: serpent!yeosang, fantasy, fluff, angst, smut

length: oneshot - 35.9k

finding a yeouiju in the forest brings terrors unlike you've ever seen– in the shape of a water god

siren | @sorryimananti-romantic

genre: siren!yeosang, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst

length: oneshot - 27.8k

yeosang is a siren and you're a siren-hunter. he may have lost his voice and you may be immune to a siren's call, but he has you bewitched anyway. on your journey together to find the sirens who killed your parents and took his voice, you make new friends, find yourself cursed and turning into a siren, and fall for yeosang. he proves time and time again that he's not the monster you thought all sirens to be as he helps you come to terms with yourself and find the person who cursed you.

last updated: 24 march 2024

[retrochannie]

If I break my wings, will I certainly crash?

wooyoung angst, hurt/comfort fic

pairing: no specific pairing genre: angst, hurt/comfort, found family, sickfic wc: 2,185 summary: Jung Wooyoung can't seem to take a break - until his body forces him to

Jung Wooyoung was a lot of things.

A talented performer to fans, a beloved idol to many and an absolute menace to Hongjoong.

He wasn’t, however, all that smart.

Okay maybe that’s too blunt - Wooyoung wasn’t very considerate about his health. He did a decent job most of the time, attending all his doctor appointments and eating a healthy serving of veggies everyday. He just had the tendency to… not know his limit. Or rather, make a repetitive effort to completely neglect his limit in an attempt to go above and beyond. 

It only seems noble when you ignore the consequences.

Exhibit A; the idol in question found himself again in their dance practice room at an ungodly hour of the early morning. With a comeback approaching, Wooyoung felt the familiar pressure of needing his dancing to be absolutely perfect - not only for his self-satisfaction, but to ensure he could be a good help for his members if they had their own tribulations.

That’s how he found himself leaving the dorm in secret while his fellow members rested peacefully, completely none the wiser to his actions. A good thing for Wooyoung, he knew the chastising he’d receive from them if they found out and with that aforementioned comeback on the horizon, he really didn’t want to be the cause of any extra stress.

Besides, it’d be fine! A couple all-nighters on the build up to their comeback and then he’d sleep like the dead. Easy peasy.

He stumbled somewhere in the middle of the dance and cursed. That was the fourth time now and it was starting to piss him off. Walking over to the computer in the room, he started the song from the beginning once again before hurrying over to get into his starting position.

Stumble.

He landed on all fours this time, having been unable to catch his balance. 

Embarrassing.

Wooyoung was starting to think someone was playing a prank on him, perhaps one of his members had found out about his late night practising and decided to tell him off for it without actually saying anything.

Definitely Yeosang. That’s absolutely a Yeosang move.

Wooyoung looked around him for any sign of foul play from his position on the floor, only to come up short. He checked his shoes - also nothing. 

It didn’t make sense, why was he stumbling all about the place if someone wasn’t messing with him? Had he started regressing in his dancing skills? The thought worried him, hastily moving to get up and restart the music again, needing to get it right. 

Maybe he was more tired than he thought, because as soon as he stood a sudden headrush brought him crash landing back down. 

Oh yeah, he could really feel it now. Rolling onto his back, he felt exhaustion seeping from the pores of his body and Wooyoung partially regretted trying to pull not one but two all-nighters back to back.

He looked over at the clock on the wall to the right of him that read 04:43am and sighed. There wasn’t much he could do about it now, even if he walked back to the dorm at that very second and slept the moment he got there, he would maybe get a maximum of one hour sleep time before he’d have to be up again. 

If it isn’t the consequences of my own actions…

Cursing at himself again, he forced himself to stand, much slower this time to prevent him from passing out then and there before getting back to work. 

He’d let himself sleep well tonight, he’ll be fine.

The other members started filing in a few later, some yawning while others had more energy. Namely Yunho and Mingi who followed behind Hongjoong doing a little dance. Hongjoong, on the other hand, looked at Wooyoung with a frown.

“Yah why are you here so early again? You’ll get sick, you know.” Hongjoong made his way over to him after discarding his bag and coat in the same corner of the room Wooyoung’s own stuff had been sitting since around midnight. Any longer and his stuff will have cobwebs on them when goes to pick them, he joked inwardly.

“Awh hyung~ you care so much about me” Wooyoung teasingly pinched the leader’s cheek, only to have it swatted away as Hongjoong grimaced.

“When did you get here though Woo? I didn’t hear you leave.” Seonghwa looked concerned, but Wooyoung threw him a reassuring grin “I haven’t been here that long! Must’ve left just before you woke up.”

He wasn’t that great of a liar, but Seonghwa seemed to accept his answer (though with the look of concern still present on his features) as he went back to stretching. An activity the rest of his group were busying themselves with too. It made him feel a little out of place, so he decided to go over a couple steps he had gotten stuck on earlier to distract himself until the rest were ready.

Ten minutes later and the group stood in their respective starting positions for Crazy Form, Hongjoong stood by the computer quickly pressing play before running to his own position.

It went okay. Kinda. Wooyoung absolutely skipped a beat at one point and threw himself off a little, but he played it off well and carried on smoothly. When the music ended and it was pointed out he wrote it off as joking around, which got a laugh out of most of them and an exasperated chuckle out of others.

He prayed they didn’t see the way his jaw clenched in frustration. The way he wobbled on his feet.

It wasn’t good enough.

They voted to go through it again before moving onto another track and Wooyoung found himself nodding along in agreement. Except, he was really starting to feel at his limit. His eyes felt dry, heavy and so utterly tired. His head was fuzzy and every step he took to get into position was done in some sort of auto-pilot mode - not quite processing what he was doing as he was doing it. 

He was dead on his feet.

The music started again and this time Wooyoung didn’t know who hit the play button.

Now credit where credits due, Wooyoung didn’t drop immediately. He’d argue he made it a solid minute and a bit before his vision fizzled out - not even registering hitting the floor. One minute he was trying to watch his reflection, desperate for his moves to come across as anything but sloppy and the next…

Well the next second he was laying there, staring up at Jongho and Seonghwa’s panicking faces.

Ah, he was gonna be in so much trouble.

“He’s awake! Hyung, are you alive?”

“Yah, he’s obviously alive, Jongho!” That was.. San? Maybe?

Twisting his head back indeed revealed San’s face too, making him realise he was actually laying with his head in the man’s lap. A sweet action really, but Wooyoung couldn’t but notice that San’s legs were probably just as solid as the wood floor beneath them.

“Wooyoungie? Can you hear me?”

Ah how long had he been spacing out for? 

Seonghwa brushed the bangs back that had been stuck to his head with sweat. The older man’s cool hands feeling like a luxury in that moment.

Feeling a little more himself, Wooyoung made a wobbly attempt of sitting up, only to get pushed back down by Jongho. He let out a groan in protest, “come on I’m fine I just fell over.”

“Fell over? Wooyoung we all just witnessed you stop and full on pass out in front of us!” Hongjoong was here now. Where had he gone?

“To call our manager and let him know you’re sick. He’s gonna come and drive you home” Hongjoong squatted down by Seonghwa, worry imprinted on his features, “and yes, you asked that out loud.”

“Wait I’m not sick-” 

“We’re back!” Yunho announced as he and Mingi skidded into the room, both carrying a handful of… protein bars?

“We didn’t know which one to get so we just got a couple of all of them,” Mingi unceremoniously dropped his haul on the floor next to them with Yunho following suit. “He should have some water first though,” Yeosang all but materialised from next to Jongho, practically shoving a water bottle in his face before Seonghwa took it from him and opened the lid, offering the water more gently to Wooyoung.

“Stop stop!” Wooyoung forced himself up this time, ignoring the reluctance of those around him, “I said I’m not sick! And I definitely don’t need to go home, I’ll call the manager right now and tell him myself!” 

He got to his feet through sheer dumb determination alone, but didn’t make it even half a step before he felt himself stumbling again, destined to land flat on his ass had it not been for San who had sprung up with him.

Wooyoung rubbed at his tired eyes in annoyance, hating that had it not been for him putting most his weight on San, he’d fall over again. 

All he did was pull a couple all-nighters! Why was his body acting like it’d been through war and back?!

“Wooyoung-ah if you don’t sit down-”

“I need to get it right, Hongjoong-hyung. Just a couple more tries,” he tried to argue, but didn’t stop San and Seonghwa from lowering back to the floor.

“Wooyoung… how long have you actually been here for?” The annoyingly observant Yeosang asked slowly, brows furrowed.

Wooyoung hung his head, both in shame and exhaustion.

“Got here a little after midnight maybe.”

The silence said everything.

“We finished at eight last night Woo… with the time it would’ve taken to get home, shower and eat.. Did you sleep at all?” Wooyoung really hated how unnaturally shaken Yunho’s voice sounded. 

“A couple nights without sleep is nothing guys, we used to be tired all the time as trainees!” 

Yeah, bad answer apparently.

“A couple nights? Wooyoung you haven’t slept in two days?!” Oh Hongjoong really wasn’t happy with him. Peaking at the older man through his too-long bangs revealed the leader’s eyes being the size of saucers as he looked over Wooyoung.

“It’s not that big a deal-”

“Not that big a deal? We’ve been practising this dance for days now which means you’ve been dancing non-stop without any rest! Do you know how dangerous that could be?” 

“Joong,” Seonghwa planted a hand on the leader’s shoulder, “he knows now, okay? Take a breath.”

Listening to the eldest, Hongjoon took a second to collect himself as the remaining members purposely avoided eye contact to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

“What did you need to get right?” Yeosang asked tentatively, causing the troublemaker to finally raise his head. “The dance, I keep stumbling through it… My moves aren’t sharp enough, I- I don’t know why I can’t just do it.”

“Because you’re tired, Youngie,” Hongjoong’s voice was considerably calmer now, warmer, it made Wooyoung feel a little better. “Of course you won’t get it right if you’re half asleep the whole time.”

“To be fair, you were still doing it pretty good!” Mingi pitched in, “imagine how pristine it’d be if you did it with a full night's sleep.”

Playing with the hem of his t-shirt, Wooyoung felt himself accepting that his members were, likely right - though he still couldn’t help but feel disappointed in himself. Not just for messing up practice, but now for causing everyone to worry over him and for lying to them.

Sneaking out behind their backs? What sort of teenage loser did he think he was?

He was brought out of his thoughts by a hand in his hair, looking up to see Seonghwa smile at him warmly. “Don’t think about work right now okay? Focus on that nice rest you’re gonna get when you get back to the dorms.”

“I’m sorry.”

Hongjoong sighed before chuckling a little, “you worried us, Woo, I’ve never heard Mingi squeal so loud-” “hey!” “-but like Hwa said, just focus on getting better okay? No one’s angry at you.”

“I mean you did sound kind of mad earlier, hyung,” Yeosang reminded jokingly.

“Yah, Yeosang do you want a lecture too?”

The conversation was cut short by their manager entering the room, huffing and puffing, clearly having rushed his way there. Somewhere in his gasps for breath he asked if Wooyoung needed to go to the hospital which was immediately shut down by the man. 

Hospital for a case of the eepys? No way.

The members helped him gather his things which, luckily, did not have any cobwebs on them and San and Jongho helped Wooyoung to his feet once again. It all felt like overkill, a little embarrassing even, but there was no denying the warm feeling blossoming in his chest.

San walked him to the car in the building’s parking lot as the manager handled the bags, giving Wooyoung one last ruffle of his hair before leaving the pair to go back to practice.

Wooyoung was asleep before the car was even in motion.

[ao3feed-ateez]

ateez wooyoung

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/FcygawB by tinystar_04 The sun set over the ocean, casting a golden glow on the deck of the ship. ATEEZ had just returned from a successful raid, spirits high and laughter echoing across the waves. Among the crew, Wooyoung moved with his usual energy, though beneath his bright smile, a hidden pain gnawed at him. He felt a sharp pain in his side every time he moved, but he shrugged it off. He couldn't let the crew worry about him, not when they had just achieved something so great. "I'll be fine," he told himself, forcing a smile. "It's nothing." Words: 696, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of kpop sickfics Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Choi San (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ) Relationships: Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ)/Everyone Additional Tags: Hurt Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Everyone Loves Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung-centric (ATEEZ) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/FcygawB

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Untitled Ateez fic

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MqyNQau by MinMinJo Group stomach flu fic Words: 1227, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 189 of Kpop Sick and hurt/comfort fics Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Choi San (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ) Additional Tags: Sickfic, emeto read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MqyNQau

[feverishly-kpop]

Ateez - Flu - Part 9

“I’ll never forgive Yunho for bringing whatever this is into our home” Yeosang said with a pout as Seonghwa helped him get situated in his bed.

“It’s just the flu, and Yunho doesn’t like it any more than you do, trust me Sangie” Seonghwa responded as Yeosang rolled from his back onto his side, trying to get comfortable despite the ache running up and down his spine. “There’s nobody to blame here.”

The virus had come over Yeosang quickly, just as it had for the other sick members. He had gone to bed feeling a little lethargic and woke up congested and sick to his stomach. Seonghwa and Jongho sat with him on the washroom floor as he had done for Yunho just a few hours prior, supporting him through bouts of vomiting, encouraging him to take sips of water, and finally allowing him to lie down in Jongho’s lap once he had finished. Seonghwa checked his temperature not once but twice, somewhat shocked that Yeosang wasn’t running a fever, but Yeosang didn’t seem to care, given how poorly he was feeling with our without a fever.

“Think you’ll be able to get a little bit of sleep?” Seonghwa asked once Yeosang’s tossing and turning had come to a stop.

“I don’t know, probably not” Yeosang grumbled miserably in response. Jongho and Seonghwa sighed in time with one another. It didn’t matter how many times they had experienced it, it never got easier to see Yeosang sick, nor did it ever get easier to deal with the absolute sour disposition that came along with it.

“Can we get you anything?” Jongho asked tentatively, drawing the curtains in the room in an effort to make it easier for Yeosang to fall asleep.

“Wooyoung,” Yeosang responded quietly, craving the comfort of his oldest friend’s arms around him now that his stomach had settled. Seonghwa nodded sadly, silent for a moment as he tried to mentally navigate the situation before speaking up again.

“Wooyoungie is asleep. I’ll bring him in once he wakes up if he’s feeling up to it” Seonghwa said, running his hand through Yeosang’s hair.

“Never mind” Yeosang replied with a despondent sigh. “Jongho told me you had to drug him to get him to sleep. He’ll be groggy and sweaty and annoying…”

A well timed yawn cut Yeosang off, much to Seonghwa and Jongho’s relief, and it was only a matter of time until he was out cold.

*~*~*~*~*~

Seonghwa and Jongho sat in silence on the couch, afraid to make even the smallest amount of noise out of concern that they’d wake somebody and open a whole new can of worms. Several minutes passed before Seonghwa spoke, his voice barely audible even to Jongho who was sitting within arms length.

“So are you going to get sick first, or me?” He asked quietly, a weak attempt at a joke. Jongho couldn’t help but roll his eyes as a smile spread across his face.

“It’s going to be you, hyung. I never get sick. I’d be willing to bet that I won’t get sick at all” Jongho replied, earning an eye roll right back from Seonghwa.

A few more minutes passed in silence before they heard a door opening. Seonghwa grimaced, internally praying that whoever it was would be easily redirected back to bed.

“Hyungie” Wooyoung whined, his eyes rimmed red and cheeks flushed. “I woke up and I don’t feel good and I…I don’t know what’s going on…” he said as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Oh honey, come here,” Seonghwa said, opening his arms to his dongsaeng. Guilt settled heavily on his chest, knowing that Wooyoung was disoriented due to the meds he had tricked him into taking. “You got a few hours of sleep, though” he added as Wooyoung sat in his lap. Seonghwa could feel the heat radiating off Wooyoung as he wrapped his arms around him, desperately trying to comfort him, it only by a little.

“Hyung, I can’t breathe and my head hurts and San is asleep…” Wooyoung’s breath was picking up as he spoke. Seonghwa quickly interjected, speaking quietly and gently, desperate to calm him before he began hyperventilating.

“You’re okay, jagi. You took some medication that made you sleepy, that’s why you’re feeling a little confused. Just take a few deep breaths for hyung” he cooed, running his hand through Wooyoung’s sweaty hair, realizing it was easier said than done considering how congested he was.

To Wooyoung’s credit, despite being in a fever and medication induced haze, he managed to get a couple of breaths out and was in the midst of a third when he sneezed suddenly, too weak to cover his mouth or move his head. Seonghwa gasped in shock, but his attention was instantly pulled back to Wooyoung, who was crying even harder now.

“I’m so sorry, hyung! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Wooyoung’s voice was laden with pure panic now as he suddenly jumped up from the couch in order to put space between himself and his hyung. “I don’t want to get you sick” he added as Seonghwa grabbed him around waist before he collapsed.

“Wooyoungie it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong” Seonghwa said Wooyoung slumped against his chest. “Let’s get you back to bed, okay?”

*~*~*~*~*~

Jongho cringed as Wooyoung’s sneeze landed squarely in Seonghwa’s face but sat silently by as Seonghwa ministered to Wooyoung, carefully guiding him back to Yunho’s bed for a few steps before scooping him up in his arms when it became clear that he was far too unsteady to walk by himself.

He started to feel uneasy for the first time since Yunho had walked feverishly through the front door. He had seen all of his hyungs sick before, to varying extents, but this flu seemed to be taking absolutely everything out of all of them. He hated seeing them like this, but also hated the thought of ending up like that as well. He was pulled from his thoughts by Seonghwa’s return, who sat heavily back on the couch, wiping his face with a wipe before tossing it on the table.

Seonghwa sighed before looking back at Jongho. “Yeah, I think you might be right. I’m gonna be the next one to get sick.”

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛🐶 I’m ready for the dark

Title from This World (ATEEZ)

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

CW: emeto, fainting

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

It was hot.

And loud.

And Yunho was exhausted.

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

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

“From the top”.

“Again.”

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

“Hongjoong-ssi, a bit faster.”

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

“Yunho-ssi, pick it up.”

⌛

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yunho nodded. He was fine. 

⌛

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

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

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

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

So Yunho carried on.

Despite the heat.

Despite the pain in his neck and back.

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

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

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

⌛

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

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

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

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

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

Yunho’s knees buckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, God, the nausea.

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

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

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

Somebody started tapping his cheek again. Yunho groaned.

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

… it made sense. A lot of sense. 

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

“Yeah”, he mumbled. “Think so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“‘Kay.”

⌛

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

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

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

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

So Yunho slept.

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[stay-tiny2021]

Sick Day // ATEEZ Little Space

Published:  10/28/2021

Words:  2885

Relationship:  Jeong Yunho/ATEEZ

Characters:  Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong, Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho 

Tags:  de-aging/age regression, little space, baby space, fluff, angst, sickfic, poly!ATEEZ

Little/Baby:  Yunho

Caregivers:  ATEEZ

Plot:  Yunho becomes sick, which prompts his caregivers/boyfriends to take care of him.

Names Used

Mama (SH)

Dada (HJ)

Baba (YS)

Appa (SN)

Minnie appa (MG)

Mommy (WY)

Eomma (JH)

Requested:  No

~ ~ ~ ~ || ATEEZ || ~ ~ ~ ~

“Yunho, are you alright? You look pale,” Hongjoong voiced his concerns to the tall blonde male. 

The 8 members of ATEEZ had just finished rehearsing “Wonderland,” and were now taking a break. During rehearsal, the leader could tell that Yunho looked different than usual, and it wasn’t a good thing. 

Yunho’s skin was an ashy pale color, his pink lips were chapped and dry, and it appeared that the third eldest was sweating even more than his boyfriends were. Sure, the song’s choreography required a lot of energy, but no one should be sweating that much in a t-shirt and gym shorts. 

Yunho was the group’s little, and he’d been feeling off since he’d woken up this morning. His head pounded and felt like it would explode at any moment, his body horrendously ached, Yunho felt warmer than usual, and to top it all off... he had this feeling of nausea building up in his stomach. 

Of course, he didn’t tell his boyfriends this; he didn’t want to let them or Atiny down because he suddenly didn’t feel good. The puppy-like boy needed to push through today and remain big. His team was counting on him -- a silly headache and a bit of an upset stomach couldn’t stop Yunho. 

“I’m okay, hyung. I just didn’t get enough sleep last night,” Yunho lied. 

No matter how badly he wanted to slip and have his caregivers look after him, Yunho was going to stay big. The others needed big Yunho right now. 

Hongjoong didn’t exactly believe his younger boyfriend, but he knew Yunho would get defensive if he was cornered. So he let it go for the time being. 

After drinking some water and snacking on energy bars -- Yunho was mostly drinking water -- the boys went back to practicing. 

Yunho was trying so hard to push down the nausea in his stomach so he could focus on his dancing, but it was becoming more and more difficult to ignore his churning stomach with each passing minute. 

Mingi watched silently, making sure to check on Yunho every now and then. He knew something was wrong -- everyone knew -- but like Hongjoong, Mingi knew not to corner or push Yunho into telling them. It wouldn’t get them anywhere. 

Mere seconds after their next run through of “Wonderland,” Yunho couldn’t hold it back anymore. The nausea that had been building in his stomach all day was now rising up, and he felt his mouth water. 

Quickly excusing himself, Yunho ran to the restroom, not knowing that Mingi decided to follow after him.

The sound of the door banging against the wall sounded throughout the quiet and empty restroom as the dancer made his way to the toilet in one of the empty stalls. 

Walking in, Mingi was met with the sounds of gagging and splashing. Quickly making his way to the stall Yunho was in, he knelt behind the older boy and gently ran his hand up and down the blonde’s back. 

Once Yunho was done emptying the contents of his stomach, he leaned back into the firm but soft chest behind him with a deep sigh escaping his lips. Mingi wiped his mouth off, flushing down any evidence of his boyfriend being sick down the toilet. 

“Yunho, why didn’t you tell us you were sick, baby?”

“Didn’t want to be a bother,” Yunho mumbled tiredly. “Couldn’t let you or Atiny down.”

Mingi hummed, running a hand through the little’s sweaty hair, feeling how warm Yunho was. “But your health comes first, baby. We wouldn’t have been upset, and you would never be a burden. Come, let’s get you back to the practice room; I’ll take you home so we can get you all cleaned up.”

Mingi helped Yunho up, with a bit of protesting coming from the older male as the pair made their way back to the practice room.

“What happened?” Hongjoong asked as soon as the pair walked back inside the practice room.

Yunho’s cheeks and ears were now a bright shade of pink, which stood out against his still pale skin. 

“Yunho just got a little sick, hyung. I think he has a fever, too; he feels really warm,” Mingi reported to their leader. 

There was now something else bubbling up inside of Yunho, and it wasn’t another wave of nausea -- it was his little space. Little Yunnie was desperate to come out, wanting his caregivers to take him home and give him lots of love and care. But at the current moment, he was fighting to stay big... and Yunho was helplessly losing his internal struggle against the overwhelming urge to slip.

“Darling, why didn’t you tell us?” Seonghwa questioned gently, putting the little’s attention on his eldest lover. “You know we wouldn’t have gotten upset or mad, baby boy.”

That one nickname sent Yunho over the edge. 

As the dancer looked to his eldest boyfriend, his pupils began to dilate. This was a tell tale sign that he was slipping. 

Within seconds, Yunho was engulfed by his headspace and felt his knees give out from underneath him. He fell to his knees on the hardwood floor of the practice room, scaring and worrying his caregivers/boyfriends. His brown eyes filled with tears, as the pounding sensation in his head and the soreness of his aching body had not gone away just yet. 

“Yunho!!” Hongjoong exclaimed, running over to Yunho and Mingi, who were now on the floor. 

The younger rapper had not expected the sudden drop, and went down to the floor with Yunho.

Yunho had tears in his eyes, making grabby hands for Hongjoong. “D-Dada,” he cried as the leader checked him over for injuries. 

Cooing, Hongjoong pulled the taller to his chest and rubbed his back gently. “Dada’s here, baby boy. Dada’s right here.”

Sniffling, the little buried his face into his caregiver’s neck and pouted. “Feew icky.” 

The others looked at each other in worry as Seonghwa knelt down next to Yunho and Hongjoong. 

“I know, sweetness. Mama knows you don’t feel good. Why don’t we go home, hmm? Mama will make you some of your favorite soup to eat, and give you some medicine to help you feel better. Would you like that, my sweet?” The eldest hummed. 

Yunho continued pouting but nodded, making grabby hands for his Minnie appa, who didn’t hesitate to cradle the mentally younger boy close to him. Once he was secure in Mingi’s arms, and the others gathered their belongings, Yunho reached to hold onto his Baba’s hand as they made their way out to the van. 

Yeosang just smiled softly but sadly at their baby while gently running his thumb over Yunho’s knuckles. “Baba’s right here, prince.”

They all hated to see Yunho sick, especially now that he’d slipped into his headspace. The poor thing looked so pitiful already, and he looked even more pitiful now that he was sick and little.

Everyone piled into the van, making sure that Yunho was comfortable where he was seated... which was right between his mommy (Wooyoung) and eomma (Jongho). The little one had curled himself into Wooyoung’s side, meanwhile Jongho busied himself by rubbing Yunho’s back to keep him calm in case he threw up again. 

The ride home was mostly silent. The only sounds made were Yunho’s sniffles and the comforting voices of Wooyoung and Jongho as they tried to console their baby.

It hurt everyone’s hearts to know that their precious little one wasn’t feeling well at all.

~ ATEEZ Dorm ~

“A-Appa, hea’ huwts,” Yunho whined pitifully, tugging on his hair due to the massive pain of his headache. Grabbing at his hair didn’t do him any good, seeing as he pulled his hair hard enough to make it hurt, which made him even more upset. 

San -- who had volunteered to carry Yunho inside the dorm -- pressed a kiss to the dancer’s head. “I know, treasure. Appa knows it hurts. Don’t pull on your hair, okay, pup? We don’t want your head to hurt more.”

Yunho’s body shook with cries as he felt aches and pains in every part of his body. Both big and little Yunho hated being sick or injured, so he was often sad and clingy if he slipped into headspace while he was injured or feeling ill.

The group finally entered the dorm once Hongjoong unlocked the door with his key. San reluctantly handed Yunho over to Yeosang once they were inside the dorm. Yeosang’s arms were filled with the sick boy, who immediately cuddled into his Baba’s touch.

“B-Ba… b-b-ba.” Yunho whined into the crook of Yeosang’s neck.

Yunho had slipped so far into his headspace that he couldn’t form words. It was rare – but not uncommon – for Yunho to slip into baby space, and it looked like today was one of those days for the blonde male.

Yeosang rubbed the baby’s back, trying to comfort him and keep him calm to the best of his ability. “I know, pumpkin. Baba knows you don’t feel good. Don’t try to talk if you can’t, baby cakes. Let’s get you upstairs, hmm? You need a nice, warm bath and some comfier clothes,” he said even though he knew Yunho didn’t really understand his words.

While Hongjoong stayed with Seonghwa in the kitchen to help him cook, Yeosang carried Yunho upstairs to one of the bathrooms. Wooyoung followed behind them to find the little some comfy pajamas.

“Here we are, sugarplum.” Yeosang cooed as he and Yunho entered the bathroom. A chuckle left the male’s lips when the little began to suck on Yeosang’s shirt. “Oh no, baby, we don’t suck on my shirt – it’s icky.” 

Yeosang sat next to the bathtub, Yunho still cradled to his chest. The mentally older boy searched in his bag with his free hand, finding the pastel blue dummy he’d cleaned this morning. The comfort item had sat in Yeosang’s bag since the last time Yunho had slipped.

“Here you go, puppy – Baba’s got your dummy for you.”

When Yeosang laid Yunho on the carpet next to the bathtub, he slipped the dummy into Yunho’s mouth. The little just looked up at him with bleary eyes as his caregiver turned to leave the bathroom. The baby began whining and fussing, his cheeks turning a brighter shade of pink while tears stained them.

Yeosang nearly got whiplash from how quickly he turned around. “Shh, baby boy. Baba’s not going anywhere. I’m right here, precious. I’m right here,” he coaxed soothingly into Yunho’s ear.

Wooyoung appeared in the doorway, having heard Yunho begin to fuss. “Sangie, I’ll get him cleaned and changed. Will you please go and get his blanket and his puppy stuffy from his room?” The second youngest asked in his lover’s ear.

Yeosang nodded, gently placing Yunho in Wooyoung’s arms. “Mommy’s going to get you in your bath, sweetness. Baba’s going to go get some things for you.” He told the little and pressed a kiss to Yunho’s flushed cheek before leaving the bathroom.

Yunho looked at Wooyoung with his big, brown eyes. He gave a little whine as the lilac-haired male laid him on the rug that sat atop the bathroom floor.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Mommy’s just running your bath,” Wooyoung cooed as he began running the warm water into the bathtub, pouring in the little’s favorite bubble bath mix. It held a vanilla scent that wasn’t too strong, and would hopefully make Yunho feel somewhat better.

When there were enough bubbles and enough water, Wooyoung shut the faucet off.

Without any resistance, Yunho allowed the mentally older boy to undress him and set him in the bathtub. The little just sucked on his dummy in content while his boyfriend/caregiver gave him a bath. The only time the baby made any noise was when Wooyoung removed Yunho’s dummy from his mouth in order to wash the mentally younger’s face.

When his bath was done, Yunho’s dummy was placed back in his mouth. After Wooyoung dried him off with a fluffy towel, the little was changed into a nappy and his favorite puppy pajamas. Clutching his puppy stuffy and yellow blanket close, Yunho was carried downstairs by Wooyoung, where the pair met Hongjoong and Seonghwa in the kitchen. The eldest couple were waiting with a bowl of soup for the sick little.

Hongjoong took Yunho from Wooyoung, brushing some of the baby’s blonde hair out of his face. “Did mommy give you a bath, my angel?” He cooed sweetly and softly.

Yunho nodded against Hongjoong’s shoulder, finding comfort in his dada’s embrace.

Seonghwa gently caressed the little’s cheek with his thumb. “Do you think you can eat a little bit of soup, baby boy? Mama and Dada made it just for you, sweet prince.”

Yunho nodded, but whined when Hongjoong tried to put him in his high chair. The leader’s face contorted into one of confusion before he realized what the baby wanted.

“You want dada to hold you while mama feeds you, don’t you, my sweet?”

The blonde sniffled and nodded, feeling Hongjoong’s lips press themselves against his temple.

“It’s okay, puppy. Dada’s got you. Let’s go sit down.” Hongjoong cooed, sitting down at the table with Yunho in his lap.

Seonghwa sat down next to the pair, gently reaching over and removing the dummy from Yunho’s mouth, which caused the little to whine. The eldest boy smiled softly when placed a small spoonful of soup in front of the baby’s lips.

“Here you go, baby boy.”

Yunho obediently opened up, allowing his mama to slip the spoon into his mouth. He swallowed the spoonful of soup, its warmth settling in the baby’s stomach.

Downing at least a third of the bowl, Yunho felt full. Seonghwa recognized this and smiled, pressing a tender kiss to the mentally younger boy’s cheek. “Mama’s so proud of you, darling. You did so good. Here’s your dummy, my love.”

Yunho immediately took the dummy between his lips when Seonghwa placed it there, leaning into Hongjoong. The leader gently rubbed his back and kissed the baby’s head. “Dada’s sweet boy. Yes you are,” he cooed softly.

The ’98 liners had originally planned to give Yunho a bottle filled with milk, honey, and powdered fever reducers, but decided against it in case the little got sick again. They’d wait for the soup to settle in Yunho’s stomach before attempting to give him medicine.

After a while, Yunho’s eyes felt heavy and a yawn escaped his lips. It was nap time, and he definitely needed one. He began to squirm in Hongjoong’s lap, and the older boy took notice of it.

“Okay, baby. Dada knows it’s nap time. Let’s go get Eomma, yeah?”

Here’s the thing about Yunho and nap time:  he would only nap with Jongho, Seonghwa, or Yeosang. It wasn’t anything against his other lovers/caregivers, but he just enjoyed napping with those three the most.

At the mention of Jongho, the little nodded fervently. “‘Omm… ‘omma!” He blurted with all his might, despite his scratchy and sore throat.

Hongjoong smiled as he carried Yunho into the living room, seeing ATEEZ’s maknae seated next to Mingi on the couch. “Jongho? Someone’s ready for nap time, love.”

Jongho looked up, a gentle smile forming on his face once Yunho began making grabby hands for him. He didn’t hesitate to take the baby into his arms, kissing his head. “Hi, baby. Are you ready for nap time with Eomma?”

“Hmm,” Yunho hummed around his dummy. The little looked so exhausted. Given what he’s gone through in the last few hours, no one could blame him for being so worn out.

“Okay, baby boy. Say night night to everyone.” Jongho cooed and waved to the others with his free hand.

Yunho – too little to understand – saw Jongho’s wave and copied it with his own. The others cooed and bid both males ‘night night,’ watching the maknae disappear as he turned the corner with Yunho in tow.

Carefully making it up to Yunho’s bedroom, Jongho immediately laid the boy down on the bed. The mentally older male laid down next to the baby, pulling the covers over the both of them. Jongho had an arm around Yunho’s waist, and the little had his head on the other boy’s chest, cuddling his puppy stuffy and blanket close.

“Goodnight, sweetheart. Eomma loves you and hopes you feel better soon,” Jongho mumbled and pressed multiple kisses to his boyfriend’s hair.

Yunho never registered Jongho’s words, as he had fallen asleep as soon as the two got comfortable in the bed.

Everything seemed to feel better now that little Yunnie had his caregivers, who would go to the ends of the earth for their precious little baby.

~ ~ ~ ~ || ATEEZ || ~ ~ ~ ~

[sickonthedancefloor]

sicktember: Day 14

Sicktember Prompt: Day 14 - Clean Sheets / Fresh Pajamas Sickie: Yunho Caregiver: Seonghwa, Wooyoung, Yeosang

“And… up,” Yeosang says softly, his hands holding Yunho by the elbows. While the older man is taller, he’s barely stronger than a child at his current state. Roasting with a fever that has been taking days to break, weak with chills and hoarse from a rough cough that’s been plaguing him for past week, Yunho’s been barely able to get out of bed on his own. After his fainting spell earlier, Yeosang had called in Seonghwa for reinforcements, deciding that Yunho’s “I’ll sleep it off” method wasn’t working anymore.

Yunho takes in a deep breath—or tries, and Yeosang can hear a whistle in his wheezing—and feels Wooyoung’s hands gripping his waist for extra support. He stares at his roommate with a sad look.

“You’re okay,” Yeosang encourages. “Come on. Slow steps to the bathroom.”

Yunho doesn’t reply verbally, but Yeosang catches the small nod as they begin to shift towards the bathroom. Yeosang moves backwards but doesn’t worry about hurting himself—they’re going too slow for bumping into a wall or a door to do anything. And with Yunho’s room as clean as it is, they’re not likely to run into anything but his dog-shaped bedside table. Yeosang just continues to encourage him until they make it into the bathroom, where Seonghwa pulls his hands from the water at the tub.

“It’s warm, not too warm but should be comfortable enough,” the oldest member says.

“Thank you,” Yunho grunts. His eyes blink heavily and he sways, but the hands grip his arms a little tighter. Yeosang is practically holding him forward. “I… I’m sorry.”

That has Wooyoung laughing. “Silly. Come on, let’s get you in the tub.”

They make quick work of ridding Yunho of his sweat-soaked pajamas and helping him into the tub, sitting him gently. He shivers, the water not as hot as he’d hoped, but warm enough that it doesn’t make him whine about the temperature. Wooyoung takes over getting the soap and a washcloth, and as Yunho leans on the side and rests his head, he takes over trying to scrub his sweat-salty skin clean. Yeosang and Seonghwa slip away into the bedroom and start cleaning what they can.

Seonghwa wastes no time in stripping the bed of the dirty sheets, recruiting Yeosang to remove the pillow cases. Yeosang grimaces at the wet marks on the pillow, feeling bad. “He’s been sweating so badly…” he mumbles.

“But his fever still keeps coming back,” Seonghwa sighs in response. “If he doesn’t feel even a little better tomorrow, I’m making our manager take him to the doctor.”

“He’s going to complain,” Yeosang answers. He laughs, but he really agrees with his hyung; Yunho hasn’t been getting better and it’s been days. Both of them frown, before scooping up the old bed linen and carrying it to the washing machine.

~*~

Yunho coughs roughly and grimaces when he bumps his chin on the tub. He whines at the sudden pain, and Wooyoung reaches over to rub his chin.

“Oh Yunho… you’re just having a rough night, aren’t you?” Wooyoung tries to comfort him, voice soft and soothing.

Yunho just groans in response, setting his face back down on the tub side, sideways this time. “Bad week. Worst Tuesday.”

“It’s… Thursday.”

That has Yunho lifting his head quickly, surprise taking over his face, but he ends up covering his mouth with one shaky hand as he lets out a few more painful coughs into his hand. Wooyoung rubs his back until he calms down, and when he looks at his hand, covered in sputum and phlegm, he frowns and just sticks his hand into the water to wash it off. Wooyoung pulls his hand over and runs the washcloth over it, before putting his hand back in the water. Sighing, Yunho sets his head back down.

“Oh Yun… You slept most of yesterday, didn’t you?”

“If that’s what we’re calling it,” Yunho grumbles. He could barely rest peacefully, between waking up to kick his blanket off, waking up to cover himself, the nonstop chills, his cough waking him up, and then his most recent nausea and dizziness… It’s been awful. He doesn’t feel like he’s slept in days, but according to Yeosang, he’s just been staying in bed and living off water and crackers.

Wooyoung scoops water from the tub and washes away suds from his back, then over his shoulder. “It’s okay. Let’s just finish the bath, then get you back to bed, with soup and medication this time.”

Yunho sighs. “This is so tiring.” His voice even sounds exhausted. Wooyoung’s sure, especially if he’s been so sick he’s losing track of time. Wooyoung just continues to pour water on his back, rubbing it gently. He can feel Yunho relaxing under his soothing, until Yunho almost falls asleep. His coughing startles him to sit up again, and Wooyoung decides they’ve spent enough time in the tub. He lets out the water from the tub, then uses the detachable showerhead to rinse any remaining soap from Yunho before he calls for Yeosang again.

“I can get up myself,” Yunho grumbles, holding onto the side of the tub.

Yeosang hurries in anyway, to catch Yunho looking awfully green trying to right himself onto his feet. The two help him step out, only for Yunho to pitch forward at the toilet. He yanks the lid up and immediately lets out a mouthful of pale, sludgy vomit. He can hear both of them murmuring soft encouragements, both members easing him to kneel onto the bathroom rug to just throw up again. While he catches his breath, he feels Wooyoung rubbing the towel over his skin, trying to dry him a little bit. He tries to lean forward, but Yeosang pulls him over to lay against his shoulder instead.

“Wasn’t this bad… yesterday,” he mumbles against Yeosang’s shoulder. “I wanted… wanted to get dressed myself.”

“Come on, do you think you’re done?” Wooyoung asks.

Yunho nods. Yeosang helps him up again, slowly this time, and they hand Yunho his own boxers, letting him have the dignity of getting himself dressed. Once he tugs his shirt on, they help him rinse his mouth out with mouthwash, then take him back into his room. Seonghwa’s seated on his computer desk chair, checking the dosage on one of the medication bottles in his hand. Yunho realizes, as the two help tuck him in, that they changed his sheets and had a fresh blanket tossed on top. They have to tug him forward to keep him from laying down right away, which has Seonghwa laughing as he rolls the chair over. Yunho doesn’t complain when he sips the cough syrup, taking relief in the water bottle handed to him afterward. And his eyes droop quickly. As Wooyoung helps Yunho lay down, Yeosang hands Pudeongie into his arms and Seonghwa tugs the blanket up to his shoulders. With a yawn, Yunho settles down easily.

[k-sickies]

Can you write about a feverish Yunho? 🐶

Sorry that’s so short. I struggle to write that since I literally had no ideas in mind. I hope it’s okay anyways!

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It’s a sunny day, the birds singing outside, the sun is shining through the window, reflecting in the mirror that’s standing in the room.

A day that everyone would embrace and love.

But instead of doing that, Yunho rolled around in his bed. Wrapped in his fluffy blanket, having it slightly pulled over his head. His face is buried in his pillow. Eyes squeezed shut, trying to sleep. He doesn’t know if he even slept last night, all he knows is that he’s feeling exhausted. Limbs feeling heavy, he’s sweating a bunch even though he feels like freezing. He knows he’s sick, he admitted that to himself last night as he checked for a fever. It was only a low grade one but right now he’s sure that it’s not that low anymore. His head is pounding even more as he hears the ringing of his phone, knowing he has to stand up. But he can’t. No matter how hard he tries he just can’t. His body felt too heavy, weighing him down.

He managed to sit up but to what price..

The whole room was spinning, rocking his balance, it felt like he’s on a ship in the middle of a storm. Shit. He squeezed his eyes shut. He can’t help but to tighten his grip around his bed, trying to hold himself steady. He needs someone, but it’s hard to speak or even reach his phone. The fever is messing with him. Making his vision cloudy.

At that moment Seonghwa opened the door.

“Yunho! Stand up, it's already late!” He scolded.

Actually already one hour passed after he woke up but the sick boy didn’t manage to register that, too focused to hold himself up.

He can’t even react to the person calling out his name. He can’t seem to even make out who it is, only hearing a sofor voice over the ringing in his ears.

And Seonghwa? After the fifth time of calling out for Yunho and still getting no reaction out of him, he started to get really worried.

Not really knowing what’s going on Seonghwa slowly reached out to Yunho. Taking his hand and giving it a squeeze, scanning the youngers face. He noticed the flush on Yunhos face. Carefully he placed his hand on the younger one’s forehead.

“Oh no, You’re burning up” Seonghwa mumbled worriedly

“Come sit down first.” Seonghwa said, slowly taking Yunho down with him and sitting him on the edge of his bed. Seonghwa tried to speak to the younger, just anything to get a reaction out of him. To not use.

“Oh Yunho..I’m really worried about you.” Seonghwa whispered sadly as he wrapped his arm around the younger.

Finally Yunho could move a bit, he leaned his body closer to the older and pressed his face on the cool neck of the other. His hand softly squeezes Seonghwa’s.

“I don’ feel well..” he slurred. “dizzy.”

Seonghwa frowned, pulling him even closer.

“It’s okay, I will let the others know that the both of us won’t attend today's practice. I’ll take care of you, puppy.”

Yunho could only slowly nod. He’s too weak to give any good answer. All he wants is to sleep and for the dizziness to go away

-

After Seonghwa gave the medicine to the younger and he managed to ask for a free day to which their manager agreed he helped Yunho to lay down.

The older placed a cold washcloth on the younger's forehead and ruffled through his hair. over his arm in a comforting motion.

“How are you feeling?” Seonghwa asked while he caressed over the youngers arm in a comforting motion.

Yunho took a deep breath. Not daring to open his eyes. “The spinning isn’t as bad anymore but I’m cold...”

Seonghwa smiled softly “Let’s warm you up.”

The older laid down next to Yunho and pulled him close. Yunho cuddles up more into Seonghwa’s arm. In his feverish mind he placed a kiss on the older one’s chest. “Thanks Hyung..” he mumbled.

Seonghwa couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about it. Blushing slightly. He will definitely tease Yunho as soon as he feels better.

“Don’t get me sick too.” He giggled

“Noo.” Yunho pouted.

The older one smiled “Try to sleep now”. His hand moved up and down the younger’s spine.

He just hopes the younger would feel better in the morning…

[xheykyjx]

Ateez Sickfic Headcanons Part 1

Seonghwa

* This man be careful tho

* He’s really good at self control and just like eating in general??

* Like he doesn’t overeat, if he doesn’t trust it he doesn’t eat it so he literally never gets food poisoning like he’s just Impossible to get sick

* But luckily for us sickfic sluts he is a sympathetic puker

* *evil laughter ensues*

* Like if someone gags or even just fake retches really convincingly, he is Done For

* He pukes kinda averagely?? Like he just kinda heaves and it happens and then he’ll juat walk away like “eh”

* No one has ever even considered touching his stomach like for some reason it’s just not plausible

* Def see him as the type to like bend over the toilet w/ his hands braced on the sides

Hongjoong

* Okay

* *deep breath*

* Def think he’s the type to get colds n that kinda shit really easily

* Lowkey picture him having really cute and like tiny sneezes?? U know like a “kitten sneeze???”

* Such a cutie lmao in his big-ass sweaters when he doesn’t feel good

* Has a decently strong stomach, but raw fish always gets him

* There’s something about the texture and the prospect of eating raw fish that he just Cannot handle

* He Will Retch, Y’all

* He’ll def throw up A Lot

* But after his “pallet has been cleared” he’ll be okay lol

* He’s okay w/ tummy rubs if he rly feels sick, but he prefers to give them tbh

* Squats over the toilet w/ the inside of his thighs touching the bowl (if that makes sense lol) and holds his tummy w/ one hand and the side of the toilet w/ the other

Yunho

* He tends to get food poisoning more than the others bc he will eat literally anything

* Like put a bowl of fuckin like live squid or seomthing in front of him and he’ll still eat that shit lol

* So he def throws up more than the other members bc he just doesn’t care

* He’s very self aware tho, like if he starts feeling nauseous he’ll head for the bathroom pretty quick

* So he’s probably the least likely member to make a mess other than Seonghwa

* When he pukes tho it’s surprisingly quiet

* Like he heaves kinda loud but then after that he gags really quietly and just lets it happen u know? He doesn’t really mind puking

* When his tummy hurts it’s so gurgly and upset and he just curls up in bed and is Miserable until someone comes along and gives him belly rubs. He’s just very cuddly when he’s sick

* He also is really good at giving belly rubs too like he’s just so sweet

* Also squats like Hongjoong does, but w/ one hand on the wall instead of the toilet

Yeosang

* Very allergic to oysters and shellfish

* Like he will get so so sick and usually has to go the hospital if he eats more than like two ounces of that stuff

* It gives him horrible stomach aches and he pukes so much bc of it :(

* Bc he has such bad memories w/ seafood he is pretty much off anything sea related for life

* He’s very shy so he’ll lock himself in the bathroom when he feels ill

* But he’s also an anxious boi so he’ll cry when he pukes bc he Craves comfort

* *criEs*

* His anxiety also makes him feel nauseous very easily and he Hates feeling like that

* If there’s no bathroom nearby to lock himself in or he just doesn’t feel like putting in that much effort he will seek out the lovings and attentions from the other members

* Aka Seonghwa and the occasional Yunho

* He Loves tummy rubs but only when he feels sick enough to not be embarrassed by them

* Feel like he’s the type to puke in a sink?? Like something about squatting next to the place where ppl piss (amongst other things) makes him feel even worse so he just hunches over the sink and white knuckles that shit

* Pukes loud for someone so shy; gags and retches really loudly and kind of sobs whenever he throws up :(