TW: Emeto, Nausea, Vomiting, Anxiety, Fever and I guess stuffing but its not intentional (you’ll see what i mean)
Prompt: Im craving for a seokjin emeto soooo badly. Maybe hems already feeling off from the start then they have him do an Eat Jin live and Army even notices how his appetite isnt the best today and they comment online. And he keeps shifting position and finding ways to subtly rub his belly. Maybe one fan even notices hes a bit bloated, which makes seokjin shy. He eventually ends the live and namjoon comes over to take care of him after seeing jin struggle on the live. Maybe he has a fever afteral. Cue him getting sick and namjoon rubbing his back and stomach. Just a little prompt! 😅
This prompt was sent in by the iconic @borahaehae and i wrote so many versions of this but this one turned out well. I hope you enjoy it, this is my first time writing a request and im so excited to do more
Jin sighs, trying to control his expression as he waits for the view count to properly display how many Armys are here. It’s always a bit awkward when it’s just him and the camera, knowing someone is watching without knowing who or how many. It gives him time to see what the viewers see and make sure no one could tell how lousy he’s feeling. It’s only been a couple of days since he arrived in LA and his body isn’t doing any better now than when he first landed. If anything, he feels himself growing worse and worse with each passing day and he’s hoping he could collect himself before it crashes. The members were concerned, of course, and Namjoon thought he was insane when he brought up his idea of doing an Eat Jin live.
“Hyung, you’ve been falling asleep at the studio and now you’re going to work on your one night off?”
He knows the leader meant well, familiar with his words often coming off blunt when he’s truly worried, but it still left a sting in the eldest heart, the anxiety of being a burden coming to the forefront of his mind. He didn’t want to explain to Namjoon that this ‘Eat Jin’ live meant more to him than something as simple as ‘work’. It was a way to connect himself to his fans and re-establish his role in the group. ‘Eat Jin’ was Seokjin’s thing and after showing up a month later with most of the comeback album completed, Jin needed something to feel important. Even though he doesn’t have an appetite physically, Jin craves his fans more than anything right now.
After a minute, the view finally jumps from a humble one hundred to an unfathomable two million. It’s the first live he's done since entering the LA house and he knows the audience is curious about the things happening here but they’ll just have to wait for now.
“Hello Army!” He greets, sending the camera a small wave. His skin looks a bit flushed, so he leans over the desk to turn the night light on, blushing when he catches an Army’s comment on how hot he is when he leans close to the screen. He clears his throat and gestures to the food in front of him, ignoring the way his stomach grumbles in response.
“I got hungry.” He tries in English once he sees how many comments are in English as well. It makes sense, seeing as it’s the middle of the afternoon here and probably the crack of dawn in Korea. It makes him a bit nervous, and he knows most of the fans (the respectful ones anyways) are fine with him speaking in Korean, but he’s been practicing so he could assist Namjoon when the time arises.
He points to a container in front of him, sending a wink in Army’s direction. “Eat Jin today. So excited.” The food is from a fusion restaurant Jungkook’s been gushing over even before Jin finished his tour and Jin thought it’d be the perfect place for his live. But when he opens the lid and does a dramatic sniff for the camera, Jin knows instantly that he has made a mistake.
It starts with his stomach clenching, the organ twisting in on itself as if the food has come to personally attack it. It lets out a loud moan and Jin feels his ears grow hot, quickly tapping on the bowl to mask the sound. He holds it carefully with one hand, the other sneaking its way under the table to reach under his hoodie, his hand warm as he begins to slowly rub his stomach to calm it down. He pulls it out as there’s no way to eat this without both hands and his stomach whines at the lack of attention.
“Ah. Smells delicious” He says towards the camera. And it’s true, the kimchi quesadilla has an immaculate aroma, but his stomach refuses to agree as Jin feels it bubbling inside of him. But like Jin does with most of his problems, he ignores it and carefully lifts the cuisine out of the container and takes a big bite. The tang of the kimchi greets his senses first, blending in with the sweetness of the corn,the saltiness of the cheese and the freshness of the tomato. Then the spice hits him, the kimchi seasoning fueling jalapeno adding an explosion of umami for the soegigi and leaving his tongue with a pleasant burn. He swallows and he feels it drop in his stomach like an anchor at sea but he continues eating, making exaggerated sounds for Army when he reads a comment asking if the food is good or not.
“So good.” He answers, even though a few minutes later, the food is starting to stick to his throat. His chews become slower and his breathing is growing shallow. He presses on, drinking the horchata mixed with makegoli that adds an interesting balance of refreshments that Jin wishes he was feeling better to truly appreciate this harmony of cultures. But his stomach is growing hard and he shifts on the seat, a burp escaping from his mouth before he could catch it.
“Aish, excuse me Army. Food so good, you know?”
The comments flood with purple hearts and laughing emojis, and Jin feels he’s in the clear to continue, even though his gut is swollen from only eating two quesadillas and a few sips of his beverage. He decides to go with something lighter this time, a side of chips covered with a slathering of blanco queso and Korean barbecue sauce. Seokjin plucks one in his mouth, breathing heavily out his nose to calm his belly which is getting more and more riled up with each passing minute. Shibal, he didn’t even feel this bad earlier, and now he’s starting to lose it.
He decides to read the comments to distract himself and feels his heart sink straight through the floor when he reads what one says.
Ah! My Seokjinnie so bloated! He’s so cute, like a baby hamster uwu
Seokin, absolutely mortified, begins to choke on his chip, turning away from the camera to get it unstuck. It lasts for only a few seconds but his stomach is feeling worse now, a cold sweat settling on his hair line and chilling him from the inside out. He reaches under his hoodie and begins to rub his belly, trying to stimulate the hurt area to let some air out, but nothing is working. His mouth is beginning to salivate, insides clenching again and again and he swivels the desk chair back to the camera, shifting on the chair to try to get some semblance of relief. There’s nothing as he closes the lids back on the container with shaky hands, his ears boiling at the shame of wasting all that food.
His eyes snap to the comments before he could stop himself and he sees Army thinking the same thing, sad emojis showing up every now and then, one comment in broken Korean concerned over his obvious lack of appetite tonight. Another sends the emoji of the man rubbing his swollen stomach and Jin needs to end the live now.
“Sorry, Army.” He starts, forcing his voice not to wobble. Apparently his body decided to go on strike against him today because his voice comes out shaky and strained no matter how many times he clears his throat. He doesn’t have the energy to continue in English, letting the translations speak for itself “I have to go, but I’ll see you soon okay? Saranghae”
He ends the live quick, his throat struggling to swallow down all the saliva that’s starting to pile up. It’s salty, too salty and it’s reminding him of the food he ate, sending his belly into more of a frenzy. He moans loudly, finally grabbing his stomach with both arms as he hunches over his chair, his vision growing blurry as the pain multiplies by tenfolds.
He doesn’t even hear the knock on his door, nor the frantic footsteps as they take in the state of the ailing member. Jin notices nothing until he feels a cool hand touch the back of his neck and he startles, his heart beating loudly in his ears as he makes out Namjoon peering down at him with a frown on his face.
“Hyung.” The younger’s tone is soft, his hands falling down to his back as he rubs slow circles. “Are you okay?”
Jin’s about to nod, when his stomach cramps harder than it ever has and he lets out a pained whimper, shaking his head instead. Namjoon looks frazzled, his eyes growing wide and he kneels down, grabbing Jin’s face with both hands.
“Bathroom.” Jin spits out through clenched teeth, his mind far removed from anything happening anymore.
“Okay, okay.” Namjoon grabs under his arms, lifting Jin up with a grunt and yelping when the elder leans most of his weight on him. Seokjin’s body is not a fan of the height change and he chokes on a gag, his coughs coming out wet and loud. He feels himself being pushed towards the bathroom attached to his room, his steps shaky as he tries to put his entire focus on not making a mess on the house’s floor.
But it’s a losing battle and when his stomach gives one last clench, Jin is useless and the first string of bile escapes his mouth and falls to his floor with a splat.
“Oh shit!” He hears Namjoon curse but he can’t do anything about it, as tears of shame and pain pour out of his eyes as he struggles to keep things down even more now that some has already gotten out.
“It’s okay hyung. It’s okay hyung, we’re here. I got you.”
Jin doesn’t even have a chance to kneel before he feels a rush of heaviness rise up his throat and he gags harshly, the food tasting horribly bitter as he vomits into the toilet. The smell is atrocious and it sets him off again, his head pulsing with the effort.
Let it go, Seokjin thinks, is a Frozen song.
His body complies to the command and a powerful wave rushes out, even though he barely ate anything these past few days. He inhales and another wave follows followed by another and another until his stomach is clenching and he’s dry heaving, nothing more to give up.
“It’s okay, hyung,” He could hear Namjoon muttering, his large hands a comforting presence as it rubs Jin’s back under the hoodie. It takes a while for his body to settle down, sweat rolling down his face and mixing with the tears which, you guessed it, is salty. Nothing but salt and bitterness and there’s a cup of water in his hands like Namjoon reads his mind and Jin swishes it around his mouth and spits it in the toilet water a couple of times before taking small sips to swallow.
At some point, Namjoon had gotten up to run a wash rag in cold water and places it on his forehead, Jin sighing at the relief.
“I think you got a fever, hyung.”
Jin hums, his eyes falling shut on their own accord.
“M’ sorry.” He apologizes, placing his hands on either side of the toilet seat and pushes himself to stand. His head spins and he feels himself stumbling, strong hands catching him before he could fall over.
“Be careful hyung.” His dongsaeng scolds lightly, carefully carrying Seokjin to the bed. Jin doesn’t feel real right now, his mind is splitting itself into pieces while his stomach burns in the aftermath of whatever took place a few minutes ago. He blinks and the next thing he knows he’s placed in bed with the lights turned off, the 94 liner patting his head with a wet cloth.
“It’s okay to rest, Jinnie.” Namjoon starts, brushing the cloth down to Jin’s cheek. “Things weren’t the same without you here and now that you’re back, everything feels complete again.” The cloth trails down to his neck and back up again, his hand stopping when he takes in how bad off the eldest is. “But this album means nothing if you’re not okay. You’re our root, Jin, the one that holds us up and if you fall down, well, there’s no tree at all.”
Jin startles, his head whipping to the new voice that leaves his head spinning. It was Taehyung who said it and as Jin takes in the room, he sees all the other members are gathered in various parts, all looking at Jin with a sad look on their face.
“We love you hyung.” Jeongkook says from his spot laying on top Jin’s leg at the foot of the bed.
“We all do.” Yoongi adds, resting on the desk chair.
The others all pipe up with their declaration of love and Jin feels his heart squeeze in fondness, his eyes drifting back up to Namjoon’s.
He smiles down at him. “Rest hyung, we’ll be here. We’ll always be here, the seven of us, together.”
