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I write all pairings, romantic + platonic (no real shipping, this is all fiction). mostly sickfics, but no emeto. please see below for more info on requests and stuff I write/don't write!
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things I write:
sickfics (colds, fevers, etc.)
hurt/comfort
fluff
mild angst
whump
things I don’t write:
most emeto (sometimes I write upset stomach/stomach ache, indigestion, nausea, belly rubs, etc.)
Y/N or reader insert fic
extreme violence and gore
non-con
terminal illness and death
scat
anaphylaxis
little space
underage characters
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Summary: Yoongi is feeling sniffly and Namjoon notices.
A/N: hope today is a better day than yesterday 💜
Yoongi needs a break. Desperately.
The thing is, he’s not going to take one. No matter how long he’s been sitting here in his studio, staring at these damn lyrics, he can’t make himself do anything. He can’t write. He can’t think. He’s just frozen, unable to move forward but unwilling to take a step back.
Concentrating on his work has not been easy, and it doesn’t help that his sinuses are pissed off today. This morning he’d woken up with a slightly stuffy nose, but now that it’s the evening it has turned into a much heavier congestion. There’s so much pressure it’s like his entire head is stuffed with soggy cotton balls.
He’s blaming it on the rain, for now.
A soft knock on the door makes Yoongi jump. He looks up, his neck aching at the movement after being in one position for so long, and clears his throat. “Come in.”
His voice doesn’t quite come out right, a little raspy from disuse, but the doorknob turns anyway.
“Hey. Still working?” Namjoon closes the door behind him and looks down at Yoongi. “Why are you on the floor?”
“Couldn’t think anywhere else,” Yoongi mumbles, leaning back against the sofa. He starts gathering up his notebook and all the torn out pages surrounding him.
Namjoon laughs and jumps onto the sofa. He positions himself right behind Yoongi and spreads his legs out on either side of him. His hands come up to Yoongi’s shoulders, absently massaging.
“Surely not much thinking can be done sitting on the floor, though?”
Yoongi doesn’t respond, too distracted by how good Namjoon’s hands feel on him. He can’t help but lean back into the touch, and Namjoon gets the memo right away, digging his fingers into Yoongi’s shoulders more firmly.
When Namjoon kicks his legs out a bit, his foot comes to rest right next to the tissue box that’s on the floor next to Yoongi. Yoongi quickly grabs it and sets it on top of his pile with his notebook, bracing himself for Namjoon to mention it. But Namjoon doesn’t seem to notice. He just keeps massaging Yoongi’s shoulders, moving to the back of his neck until Yoongi feels like he’s going to melt right into the floor. He wants to tip his head back, but then it would be resting right on Namjoon’s crotch and it would make it harder for Namjoon to work, so he decides against it and keeps his head to his chin.
For a few minutes, they just sit together in silence. Since he’s letting his guard down, Yoongi doesn’t notice his nose starting to run until it’s too late. He sniffles, quickly swiping the cuff of his hoodie sleeve under his nose, but the sound is horribly loud and wet and noticeable.
Namjoon hums.
“What?” Yoongi mutters, already defensive.
“Nothin’.”
Yoongi twists around and looks up at Namjoon’s face, lit up with amusement and something else he can’t identify.
“What?” He hates how desperate he sounds, but he needs Namjoon to be more direct with him sometimes, because–
“You feeling okay?”
Blinking up at Namjoon, Yoongi can feel his face start to heat up.
“You’re all sniffly.”
Well. Maybe he doesn’t need Namjoon to be that direct.
“It’s the rain.”
“The rain?”
Yoongi sniffles. “Mm-hmm. It’s cold and damp outside.”
“Sounds like you have a cold,” Namjoon replies. His hands are still on Yoongi’s shoulders. His expression is still amused.
Then, Namjoon leans down, until he’s practically back-hugging Yoongi, and reaches for the box of tissues still sitting between Yoongi’s legs. He plucks out a tissue. For one horrifying second, Yoongi thinks he’s going to wipe his nose for him, but Namjoon just holds the tissue in front of him until Yoongi reaches up to take it for himself.
“I think you should be in bed,” Namjoon whispers, still wrapped around him, his cheek pressed against Yoongi’s. “And not sitting on the floor working overtime.”
Yoongi wipes his nose with the tissue. He doesn’t dare blow his nose with Namjoon’s face so close to his.
Before Yoongi can even lower the tissue, Namjoon wraps his arms around his chest, and a second later he’s being swept off the floor.
“Aghh!” Yoongi yelps, embarrassingly loud.
Namjoon steadies him, making sure he’s on his feet, keeping his arms tightly around him.
“The hell, Namjoon?”
“I’m taking you home.”
“I could have stood up by myself!”
“Would you have, though?” Namjoon squeezes him gently and then lets go, his hands brushing against Yoongi’s waist for a second before he pulls away.
Begrudgingly, Yoongi starts to gather his belongings. He turns off his computer and his equipment. Namjoon helps himself to Yoongi’s mini fridge before they leave, grabbing a bottle of water for each of them.
“You don’t have to look at me like that,” Yoongi grumbles after he sneezes harshly into the crook of his arm when they’re in the elevator.
“Bless you,” is all Namjoon says in reply.
When they get to the parking garage, Yoongi hesitates. He’s just about to ask Namjoon if he’d already called for a car when Namjoon reaches out and cups the side of his face. His thumb smoothes back and forth across Yoongi’s cheek, a comforting gesture that makes Yoongi’s face feel warm again.
“Hyung,” he smiles. “I’m taking you home. Your home. So you have the whole ride there to decide if you would like me to just drop you off, or if you would like me to come inside and tuck you into bed. Don’t make the decision now,” he says, holding up one hand. “Think about it on the ride and make the decision when we get there.”
“That sounds like you’re going to be yapping the entire ride home, then,” Yoongi says, rolling his eyes. “Wait, you’re driving?”
“I’m a very good driver now.”
Namjoon turns and starts walking towards his car.
Yoongi doesn’t even remember what Namjoon’s car looks like. He’s only ridden with Namjoon once, and they were in a company car. He’s only a little surprised when Namjoon stops behind a Hyundai Tucson and opens the trunk.
“Very sensible,” Yoongi whispers under his breath as he tosses his stuff into the car.
He doesn’t get to find out if Namjoon is a good driver or not, because despite the fact that Namjoon starts talking almost immediately, Yoongi is hit with a sudden wave of exhaustion and ends up falling asleep with his cheek pressed against the window.
He wakes to Namjoon combing his fingers through his hair. “Hey, wake up.”
Yoongi inhales sharply and makes some kind of embarrassing, congested sound in the back of his throat, and then sneezes. He hears Namjoon laughing as he gets out of the car and walks around to open Yoongi’s door.
“Bless you.” Namjoon unbuckles him. “C’mon, don’t make me carry you up.”
Scrubbing his sleeve over his face, Yoongi stumbles out of the car and allows Namjoon to guide him to his front door. He notices Namjoon is carrying both of his bags, but can’t make himself protest or try to take them himself.
“Why do I feel so much worse?” Yoongi complains as he fishes his keys out of his bag. “I was feeling a little shitty, but then you showed up and now I feel a lot shitty.”
“Ouch.”
Yoongi looks up, mouth falling open. “Wait, no, I didn’t mean it like that–”
“It’s okay, hyung, I’m kidding. It’s because you’re getting a chance to rest now,” Namjoon says. “And your body is making sure you take it.”
Once Yoongi unlocks the door, Namjoon opens it and they go inside. Namjoon sets Yoongi’s bags down in the front entryway and toes off his shoes, and Yoongi is glad he’s staying without having to say his decision out loud.
“Do you have any real medicine you can take?” Namjoon asks, already heading down the hall to the bathroom. “Cold meds?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi responds, even though he knows Namjoon already knows the answer.
He follows Namjoon to the bathroom, takes the pills that Namjoon pops out of the blister pack for him, and then shuffles into his bedroom.
“Don’t judge me, Joonie, but I’m not going to wash up tonight,” Yoongi says around a yawn. “I feel like I’d collapse in the shower.”
“I absolutely would not judge you for that,” Namjoon scoffs.
With Namjoon standing there in his bedroom watching, Yoongi sheds his clothes and puts on his pajamas. He doesn’t care if Namjoon sees him naked. He only cares that he can get into bed as soon as possible. And he’s hopeful that Namjoon wasn’t just joking when he said he’d tuck Yoongi into bed.
“Do you need anything else?” Namjoon asks, lifting a corner of the comforter and motioning for Yoongi to get into bed.
“No. Just wanna sleep.”
After he climbs in, Namjoon nudges the box of tissues on Yoongi’s nightstand all the way up to the edge, within easy reach. And then Namjoon literally tucks him into bed, and as he’s smoothing the comforter out of Yoongi’s chest, Yoongi huffs out a sleepy laugh.
“Thanks. Comfy.”
“Good.” Namjoon beams down at him.
“Are…” Yoongi turns his head to the side, glancing at the side of the bed left intentionally empty.
“Yeah,” Namjoon whispers. He leans down and presses a kiss to Yoongi’s forehead. “Just gonna take a quick shower first. I’ll be back very soon.”
Yoongi tries to nod, tries to reply, but he’s already falling asleep. As he hears the sound of the water turn on, he smiles to himself, knowing that he'll be out before Namjoon even washes his hair, but that he’ll wake up with Namjoon beside him.
I was thinking recently about how there are some tropes/AUs that I’ve never written, so I wanted to make a list. it’s just a little challenge for myself to see if I can write a wider variety of content. there’s no timeframe or anything like that, I’m just gonna do it when I feel like it
I’m marking the ones I’m most interested in with a star ⭐ and also linking fics I’ve already written (also, if anyone has an interest in seeing me write a particular one please feel free to let me know!)
fanfic tropes:
⭐ fake relationship - this is the trope that made me do this post hehe. I love reading these and really really really want to write one
⭐ slow burn - a nice looong slow burn. I think it would be very challenging for me
found family - I have written this but I want to write a fic that is specifically about finding the found family you know?
enemies to lovers - I have written this and I need to write one with more emphasis on the enemy part! Sick Leave
bodyswap - no current ideas
others?? that I will add tomorrow
AUs:
aliens - I feel like this one will be pretty challenging for me
angels/demons - I really enjoyed writing angel jimin/demon tae so maybe I’ll try more
⭐ anti-hero - love an antihero but it would definitely be a workout for my brain
bodyguard - the only bodyguard thing I’ve ever written is a few lines of a protective namjoon/yoongi fic hehe
college/university - I have mixed feelings about writing this the older I get. college was 10+ years ago for me now 😂 but I have written a couple college AUs. I don’t think anything is currently posted
destiny/fate - no current ideas
dragons - I wrote one drabble once. I love reading dragon AUs but maaaaybe might be better if I’m a reader and not a writer for this one?? idk yet
dreams/dreamscape - no current ideas
education - no current ideas
⭐ firefighter - Station 777 would be a great title no?? it’s probably been done already but I may have started something after briefly getting into the TV show 9-1-1 like a year or two ago
⭐ future - idk but I really want to write a futuristic fic
⭐ genderswap - my current favorite thing to write 😍
⭐ ghosts - I’ve done some ghosts already but i’m always down for more! I’ve only written ghost!Taehyung, and only one is currently posted: I think last night, you were driving circles around me
⭐ grief/mourning - I have written a little bit (stay gone) but I have so much more to write
immortality - no current ideas
mafia - no current ideas. and I think this one would be harder for me to write
magic - no current ideas
⭐ major character death/minor character death - mostly for myself since I think no one else would want to read this lol. I have written it for my non-sickfic blog and it’s one of my most favorite things I’ve ever written
medieval - no current ideas. too busy reading other medieval AUs:)
⭐ merpeople - no current ideas. I did write one fic, but it’s not currently posted
mythology - no current ideas. I would have to do so much research haha
neighbors - need to write more Wrong Apartment, Bro
pen pals - I have a sope penpals fic on my to-read list and the premise seems so good
pirates - pirates of the caribbangtan
politics - i might delete this from the list lol I don’t know if I have any interest??
⭐ recovery - really want to write this
⭐ religion - this is strange but I had the wildest dream recently about jungkook (though in the dream he didn’t even look like jungkook lmao) at a church camp I went to as a kid and it turned into this religious horror story and I reallllyyyy want to write it one day but idk if I can make it come out right? so really I would be writing religious trauma rather than religion BUT isn’t that more interesting anyway??
rescue/rescue missions - no current ideas, but it would be really interesting!
robots - no current ideas
royalty - no current ideas
siblings - I wrote jinkook as step bros once and it was so fun Sick Leave
⭐ single parents - soccer dad jk, maybe one day…
⭐ substance abuse - I’m currently writing this for my non-sickfic account (a/b/o fic) but would love to explore it more
⭐ superheroes - SPIDERKOOK idk what yet but I loooove superheroes
⭐ time loop - I once wrote a time loop fic in which the character was sick and I would love to write a similar version of that!
⭐ time travel - I love reading time travel fics
⭐ vampires - I can’t ever seem to get the vampire ideas in my head to actually work as fics. I do have Starve a Fever, Feed a Vampire
villains - no current ideas
⭐ witchcraft - more of Anemoi Apothecary probably
zombies - no current ideas
sickfics I haven’t written (in this fandom) but would like to write at some point:
⭐ hypothermia
hyperthermia
⭐ pneumonia - maybe I would expand on my drabble Sicktember Day 4: pneumonia
amnesia
mono - apparently I have written one drabble already Sicktember Day 13: Mononucleosis but I do not remember anything from the year 2024 lmao
migraine - I once started planning for a yoonmin migraine fic
chronic illness
⭐ insomnia
chronic fatigue syndrome
other ones?? I think there are a lot more but I’m tired so I will think of them later!
There were two reasons for this: One, their sunshine member had fallen sick recently, taken down by a nasty bout of the flu.
And two, the other members were trying their hardest to keep as quiet as possible so as not to disturb him, especially when he’d finally fallen into a semi-restful doze on the living room sofa.
It was hilarious, and kind of sweet in some ways, to see Jungkook trip over a table leg, and Jimin and Taehyung immediately leap on top of him to stifle his yelp with their hands slapped over his mouth. Teary-eyed, Jungkook glances at Hoseok, still fast asleep on the sofa, and nods contritely. The other two maknaes remove their palms with a quiet sigh of relief. Then, giggling quietly, they haul Jungkook up, dragging him away to play video games in Jimin’s room.
While the rare silence would usually be appreciated, Yoongi finds the current quiet a little too unnerving. No one had the heart to wake Hoseok up to move him to his room after he'd fallen asleep, and Yoongi had volunteered to be the first to stay and watch over him.
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When the sound of Hoseok's harsh coughs pierce the quiet like a gunshot later that afternoon, Yoongi was up in an instant, making his way over to the sofa.
Hoseok was a pitiful sight - the effort from coughing had left him flushed and teary, curled in on himself in an effort to quell the coughs.
“You alright, baby?” Yoongi asks softly. “Are you feeling well enough to make it back to your room?”
Hoseok shakes his head. “Don’t think I can even move.” He answers hoarsely, sounding utterly miserable. Even speaking seems like too much effort for him, as he curls back into himself to cough again. When he’s done, Hoseok splays out listlessly back against the sofa cushions, looking spent. Yoongi's heart aches.
He grabs a bottle of water from the living room table and cracks it open. “Okay, okay. We’ll stay here then.” He nudges Hoseok’s knee with his. “Scoot over.”
Easing himself behind Hoseok, Yoongi allows the younger rapper to lean back against him, and holds the bottle up to his lips as Hoseok drinks gratefully.
“Better?”
“Better.” Hoseok’s body weight falls even more heavily against him, his voice already growing quieter with sleepiness. “I feel less like I need to cough like this - thanks, hyung.”
“Then we’ll just sleep like this.” Yoongi says, using a hand to idly brush against Hoseok’s bangs, damp with sweat.
A long pause passes, in which Yoongi thinks Hoseok has already fallen back asleep. Then Hoseok speaks, quiet and slurred, “I might… get you sick too, hyung.”
Yoongi snorts. “That ship will definitely sail, whether you like it or not. Now shut up and go to sleep.”
Hoseok smiles tiredly, eyes slipping closed with a quiet hum. “Alright, alright… Whatever you say, hyung.”
📝 sickfic prompt: sickie yoongi is hard to (mind) read
telepathic jungkook is having a hard time reading yoongi's mind for some reason, despite never having problems before. it's only working if jungkook gets physically close. things get a little intense when jungkook presses his forehead to yoongi's and discovers that his hyung has a cold.
namjoon has a cold and has developed a lingering cough. he still has to pay the bills though, so he still walks to work every morning even though the weather is getting colder
I have wayyyyy too many sickfic ideas in my brain. I would like to post them so I don’t feel the need to write every single one. go forth and be free, little prompts ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆
all prompts are available for anyone to write! (tag me so i can read it?)
if you want to join in, use the tag #bts sickfic prompts!
have a sickfic-inspiring photo but no prompt? submit it here and I’ll come up with a prompt for it!
masterlist of prompts:
sickie jungkook falling asleep before the concert
sickie yoongi needs a tissue in the middle of a concert
📝 sickfic prompt: sickie gamer jungkook has a stuffy nose
gamer jungkook has a cold and his nose starts to get really stuffy in the middle of streaming. he uses his nasal inhaler to help relieve the congestion and ensure his voice stays clear for the rest of the live
📝 sickfic prompt: sickie jungkook falling asleep before the concert
i see a sickfic prompt in every picture and this one is an obvious "jungkook wasn't feeling well after soundcheck and fell asleep so his hyungs put a blanket over him and let him sleep until the very last second before they have to go on stage"
thank you for sending tiny drabble prompts! very excited to write them
however, I didn't get a chance to do any writing today. and tonight I wanna write fem!bts 🫣 soooo I will hopefully be posting tiny drabbles over the weekend (I'll try to do at least 1 tonight too!)
Happy birthday, @bultaoreunheyyy!!!!!! I hope you enjoy this birthday gift and get a lot more on your special day <3
"Please?"
"No."
"Pleeeease?"
"Nooooooo."
"Pleeeeeeeeeee-"
"Prince Taehyung! I am not giving you this cold! It is miserable," Jungkook interrupts with a huff.
"Please, Jungkookie? I really don't want to go to this meeting," Taehyung pleads.
"Why?" Jungkook asks. "You've gone to the others!"
"Because this one is boring," Taehyung grumbles.
"Lieutenant Seojun will kill me if I get you sick." Jungkook's face suddenly crumples. "H...hold on...I...heh...g-gotta...gihh..."
Jungkook lurches forward with a sneeze stifled into silence between his fingers. The power of it shakes the bed and the tip of his nose twitches when he releases his fingers.
"Aww, you're like a little bunny!" Taehyung leans in to kiss the tip of his nose but Jungkook jerks back.
"No. You're not going to kiss me." Jungkook firmly plants his hands on Taehyung's chest.
"Why?" Taehyung whines, pouting at Jungkook.
"Well, firstly, because I'm sick. Second, we are in the barracks and if someone walks in and catches us, it will be terrible."
"Then let me take you to a more comfortable bed. It will make you feel better, and it's more private." Taehyung trails his fingers up Jungkook's torso, underneath his thin sleep shirt. "I could also get you some warmer clothes. You've been shivering for a bit."
"That's not from the cold," Jungkook mumbles as Taehyung pulls him up so he's standing and wraps a blanket around his shoulders.
"I would get you a cloak, but all the ones in here are too thin. Now, let us go quickly, so we are not caught." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's hand tightly and practically drags him through the castle to his own bedroom. Jungkook steps through the door and feels his eyes widen in awe. It doesn't ever change, his amazement that a single room could be so large and lavish, no matter how many times he has entered the room before.
Taehyung carefully arranges a small stack of soft pillows for Jungkook to prop himself up on before gently helping Jungkook into bed. He then quickly gets into the bed on the other side, pulling Jungkook close.
"There. Now you're in a nice, warm bed with your nice, warm boyfriend.” Taehyung tucks the blankets tighter around him, warding off any amount of cold. He cuddles closer to his chest and tucks his nose under his jaw.
“Please, Jungkookie?” Taehyung tries again, putting the extra neediness in his voice that always makes Jungkook crumble.
Jungkook sighs deeply, the sound congested and crackly. “Fine. But I’m not doing any of the work. I’m too tired.”
Taehyung grins widely and scampers off to the bathroom, returning quickly with a small, fluffy powder brush. He sits Jungkook up against the headboard and straddles his hips.
“Ready?” Taehyung asks, trailing the brush down Jungkook’s philtrum. Jungkook nods, his breath already hitching.
Taehyung drags the brush across the rims of Jungkook’s flaring nostrils. There’s a weird little buzz in his chest as he watches his eyes flutter shut. “Is this how Jungkook feels when he watches me sneeze?” He wonders as he moves the brush from the private’s nostril to his septum.
Suddenly, Jungkook moves slightly forward with a soft false start. The brush slips from his septum and dips deep into his nostril.
“Oops,” Taehyung mumbles, but it’s too late. Jungkook’s head rears back with a gasp before he lurches forward with a wet, desperate sneeze. A cold-filled mist sprays onto Taehyung’s face, with even more droplets hanging in the air between them, and it seems Jungkook isn't even close to being done. His breath hitches a few more times before he rocks forward with a sneeze, half stifled because of congestion, and mess pours down his face.
Jungkook’s nostrils flare wider than Taehyung has ever seen before, but it seems the sneeze is stuck in Jungkook’s poor, swollen sinuses.
“Tae…phuh…please…hEDT! gh-HIH…! guh…” Jungkook can barely form words through a flurry of false starts and a mess of hitches. Taehyung wiggles the brush up his other nostril and the effect is immediate. Jungkook lets out another germ-filled sneeze right into Taehyung’s face. Taehyung inhales deeply through his nose, and he swears he can already feel the germs making him sick.
“Let’s get you a handkerchief,” Taehyung says, gently pecking Jungkook’s nose. The private nods and sniffles thickly. He watches as Taehyung grabs a satin handkerchief from his nightstand, then rolls back over and holds it under Jungkook’s nose until he takes it and holds it there himself. Jungkook blows his nose into the handkerchief, the sound productive after being induced.
As Taehyung takes the handkerchief and puts it back on the nightstand, Jungkook yawns so widely that his jaw cracks. He blinks hard, trying to keep his eyes open.
“Oh my sweet little soldier,” Taehyung coos. “Go to sleep, baby. You can rest now.”
Jungkook nods and closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep quickly. Taehyung smirks with the satisfaction of knowing that in a few days, he won’t need to go to the meeting and he will have his sweet Jungkookie taking care of him.
friends i don't know if i should make the tiny drabbles actually birthday themed or just use the birthday theme words and make them regular and i can't make a decision to save my life??
