Hi everybody! I’m new to the sickfic community (well, actually I’ve been here before but it’s been a while!) I chose to keep my old identity secret, but I’m back as hold-me-sickfics! I am excited to be back, so let’s jump right in to the “what I will write/ won’t write” part.
Do’s
- emeto
- scat
- messing
- anxiety (I have it, so I will probably write it based off what I know. Just depends on the prompt kinda.)
- littlespace
- platonic/romantic
- mpreg
-NSFW (sometimes. It depends on the prompt)
Don’t
- Omorashi
I think that’s all I know for now, but feel free to send me a message if you have any requests or questions! :)
So I work two jobs. One is a fast food job and the other is kinda house maintenance (plumbing, general repairs, etc...) okay so normally I’m more of an emeto person but I happened to think of this on the job today:
So Character A works in maintenance. Their task for today is to build a deck. Outside. In the springtime. Not only that, but they’re building OVER old wood, so any kind of mold or anything that is under the deck is getting to them. What about when they have to cut new wood pieces and the sawdust goes everywhere and makes them sneeze? What about when the flowers are pretty... but also pretty allergy inducing? What about them not having any kleenex on them, so they’re forced to use their shirt (that’s covered in sawdust.) and perhaps, if you’re a “sore throat” kind of person (which I 110% am), what if the situation is bothering their throat and they’d give anything for a single glass of ice water... and tissues. Please tissues.
Okay y’all, part 1 is up! Special thanks to @ggukie91 for proofreading this :) Also major thank you to @honeyjoonieee @teacupswithteapots @sneezyminniejo @thatoneemokpop-02 @bt20-whump because y’all are all amazing and had awesome ideas💙💙💙
TW: Scat, Emeto, Food, Littlespace (If y’all see any more, please let me know! <3)
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The rain poured outside, making the darkness darker and the sleepy members sleepier. That is, all except Namjoon. He’d woken up with some pretty intense stomach cramps and he was starting to get scared. Normally he’d be able to handle stomach cramps alone, but this particular time was different. Their schedule had been booked to the nines, making Joon incredibly stressed. So, when the pain and the stress combined…
He slipped.
“Daddy?” Namjoon’s voice was small and scared. He poked Jin’s shoulder, waking him up from his sleep.
“Hm? What’s up bubs?” Jin rubbed his eyes trying to register what planet he was on.
“Fweel baddie... tink sickie. Do I look like sickie?” Namjoon’s Winnie The Pooh blanket trailed behind him.
At that, Jin woke up a lot quicker. He sat up, immediately pressing a gentle hand to Namjoon’s forehead. Sure enough, he was burning hot.
“Okay bubbie I think you’ve got a fever. Come in here to the bathroom, I think I left the thermometer in here from back when Kook got the flu.” He took the little’s hand and led him to the bathroom. Joon sat on the lid of the toilet while Jin put a sleeve on the thermometer. He slipped it under the little’s tongue. When it beeped, he took it out and checked it.
“101.3… bubbie what all feels bad hm?” He sunk down to Joon’s level, meeting his small gaze.
“Um… tummy fweel baddie an go bwurrrr.” Joon said it in all seriousness. Jin tried his hardest not to giggle. Tiny Joon was always so cute it should be illegal.
“Ahhh… when did it start going bwurrr?” Jin removed the sleeve from the device, and he put it back in the drawer.
“Nu know… jus wote uppie like dat an tummy go bwurrr an I cold an I in hewe now.”
“Alright bubbie. Do you feel bad up or down?” He helped Joon up.
“Fweel baddie go down… huwts.” Joon looked at him, his eyes wide and teary.
“Okay…” Jin yawned, putting the toilet lid up. “Think you need to go potty?”
“Nu know…” he sniffled, attaching himself to Jin.
“Aish bubbie you really are burning up…” Jin winced as he held the little close. He stroked the little’s back softly.
“F-Fweel c-cold. N-nu like.” Namjoon shivered as he started to cry.
“Awwww honey…” Jin kissed the little’s forehead.
“Uh oh…” Joon whimpered and then pulled his pants down as quick as he could before, sitting on the toilet. He doubled over in a cramp. Jin held him, whispering little encouragements and giving Joon small pats and rubs.
“D-Daddy I-I h-hwut…”
Jin could feel Joon’s bloated stomach cramping under his hand. Namjoon was sweating, his breaths labored.
“I know bubba.” He rubbed Joon’s back slowly in small circles. Joon sleepily swayed with the motions. That is until his body finally decided to rid itself of everything inside it. Jin felt Joon tense up, and then his face contorted painfully. A second later, he was pushing out everything he had in him. Jin kept rubbing to keep things going, and Namjoon just panted and sobbed.
“D-dun wan nnnggghhh!” Joon cried as pain shot through him. Mush continued to pour into the bowl.
“Almost done bubbie, you’re almost done. Here, can you hold daddy’s hand hm?” Jin offered his hand, the other holding Joon up. The poor thing was too tired to hold himself up at this point. All of his energy was going towards purging his guts. Namjoon took Jin’s hand, squeezing hard.
Thankfully, it was over as quick as it had started. Namjoon finished with a few airy farts rattling him as he held onto Jin, crying.
Jin knew that this cry was more fear than pain, which he was glad about. Fear he could help.
“Good job buddy.” He kissed his forehead. “Daddy’s proud of you. You did good.”
“Nu fweel like goodie…” Namjoon sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
“Hm… could some Bubble Guppies and apple juice help with that?” Jin smiled.
“Juice wif bue stwaw?” Joon looked at him questioningly.
“Yes bubby, juice with blue straw.” Jin ruffled his hair and then helped to clean him up.
Soon enough, he was in Jin’s bed, in a diaper (better safe than sorry), curled up watching Bubble Guppies on Jin’s phone. Jin had gone to the kitchen to get the juice.
When Jin got to the kitchen, he turned the light on and went to the refrigerator. He grabbed the apple juice and set it on the counter. Then, he heard someone behind him.
“Hyung? Why are you awake?”
It was Jungkook.
“Joon’s sick.” He yawned. “And little.” He grabbed a cup with a top and poured the juice in before slipping a blue straw in it.
“What’s wrong with him? Does he have a fever?” Jungkook grabbed a banana milk.
“101.3. His stomach is pretty upset but I’ve got him watching Bubble Guppies for now.” Jin considered making himself a cup of coffee. He went to start one, before Jungkook stopped him.
“I’ll make it hyung. You go ahead back there and I’ll bring it back there when it’s done.” Jungkook smiled, patting Jin’s back.
Jin nodded gratefully, and then started back to the bedroom. He nearly dropped the juice in shock when he opened the door.
“D-daddy I s-sowwy I n-nu mean t-to…” Namjoon was bawling. He was covered in yellowish-green vomit… and were those noodles? Oh goodness… Jin swore noodles off for life.
Before Jin could get over to him, Namjoon burped up another round. Jin rushed to his side with a waste bin but by now, he was done… just exhausted and scared.
“Oh baby…” Jin cooed, wiping as much vomit off of Joon as he could before Joon could get it all over everywhere. He then helped Joon to the bathroom, taking off his clothes and getting him into a warm bath. He used a couple drops of mint essential oil in the water to calm Joon’s stomach.
“W-why I f-fweel baddie? Nu wan fweel baddie…” Namjoon pouted, a small frown on his face as he looked up to Jin with sad eyes.
“I know you don’t bubbie.” He kissed Joon’s crown, then continued to wash him with a soft washcloth. “But we’re gonna get you feeling better bubs. I promise.”
Namjoon leaned back against the tub wall. He was facing Jin. In about a minute, Joon had fallen asleep, completely relaxed in his daddy’s care.
A minute or two later Jungkook came in with Jin’s coffee.
“How’s he doing?” Jungkook handed Jin the cup. He’d put it in a to-go cup with a lid so Jin would be less likely to spill it if anything got crazy.
“Not great.” Jin sighed. “He just puked all over himself and the bed… which I mean isn’t a problem but…”
Jungkook stopped him. They both had the same thought.
“It means it’s probably a stomach bug.” Jungkook almost grimaced. When one of them got a bug… the rest of them usually came in right behind.
“Well… I mean as long as nobody eats or drinks after him, we’re probably good right?” Jin asked, wiping Joon’s cheeks and chin.
“Yeah so as long as we tell them not to-”
Jungkook was interrupted when Taehyung came in slurping leftover noodles…
So midterms are finally over and I could not be more excited! I’ve had a ton of help and encouragement with the littlespace fic I posted about a while back, and I’d like to send a special shout-out to @teacupswithteapots , @honeyjoonieee , @sneezyminniejo , @thatoneemokpop-02 , @bt20-whump and @ggukie91 for all the encouragement and ideas!
This is currently my thought process for the fic, so I’m sort of drafting here and things are up for a little change if I start typing and then think of something else lol. But, without further ado, here are some things to look forward to!
TW: Scat, Emeto, Food, Littlespace
1. Caregivers- Jin, Jungkook, Hoseok
2. Littles- Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung (although he’s more of a switch!)
3. Stomach bug (that might reach the caregivers as well maybeeee)
4. Some scenes to wait up for: Jungkook singing Jimin to sleep, Namjoon crying over being out of blue straws, Yoongi building a blanket fort to (unsuccessfully) protect himself from the tummy bug...
5. “Daddy?” Namjoon’s voice was small and scared. He poked Jin’s shoulder, waking him up from his sleep. “What’s up bubs?” Jin rubbed his eyes trying to register what planet he was on. “Fweel baddie... tink sickie. Do I look like sickie?” Namjoon’s Winnie The Pooh blanket trailed behind him.
Okay but a Jin who is backstage burping nauseously into a bin while the staff in rubbing his neck and dabbing the sweat from his face and neck with a cool towel, and they’re trying to get him to drink some ice water, and when he finally does it comes right back up and Jimin practically bolts to Jins side when they have a 2 minute break and he’s just rubbing his back and trying to soothe him promising that Jin is gonna be okay and that when they get home he will take Jin to bed and take care of him.
Hi everyone! So I have started the Arcana series and oh my goodness I’m in loveeee but I’m waiting for my keys (to unlock each new chapter) to refill so I need a distraction. I have an idea... but I need a little help with it☺️💖💜💙
(Also I beg you if you know this series, I really want to rant about it so pls message me hahaha Julian is my babyyy)
TW: This idea involves BTS Littlespace😊
I’m currently thinking of a fic where BTS has a day off and so some of them slip (or are littles) and some of them are caregivers☺️ the problem is... I’m trying to decide who’s who🧐 (and maybe some things about what age they slip to or traits they have💖) so if you have any ideas or headcannons, please comment, submit, or DM!😊💖💖💖💖
Hey writers! I am making a page that will link to bts sickfic writers, whether it’s snz or emeto or both! I will do my best to make sure I get all the writers and update it as more come in. Feel free to reblog this post to make sure I get you on the page (〃ω〃)
Hi y’all 😊💖 so I know I have like... WAYYYY too many fics open right now that need finished but I can’t help myself: I had an idea😂 it does involve a few triggers, so I’m gonna put it under a readmore. Anyways, should I turn this into a full fic?🙃
TW: blood, gunshot, food, emeto, possible character death (I swear to you, I won’t kill him it just looks like it), post apocalyptic things (if I missed any, let me know and I’ll add them💜)
Note: I was typing fast so my writing style will be a lot different 😅 let me know if I need to edit💙
“Jin I-” “Shut up.” Jin continued to clean his bullet wound, Namjoon grimacing in pain. “I’m sorry.” Namjoon tried to get Jin to talk to him. Despite how much Jin got on his nerves sometimes, he’d learned to like the guy. Maybe… maybe more than that. Jin didn’t respond to him, continuing to focus on the task at hand. Namjoon knew Jin was mad. He tried to change the topic. “How bad is it?” “You’ll live. It should be painful.” “D-don’t you mean shouldn’t?” Jin shrugged. “Should, shouldn’t… doesn’t matter to me.” A sharp pain threatened to make Namjoon puke up the small lunch he’d had. He put his hand over his mouth, gagging. A flash of pure sympathy lit Jin’s expression, before he forcefully erased it. “Here, puke in this.” Jin pulled a tupperware container off of one of the shelves in their hiding place. Namjoon bent over, coughing up a slimy, brownish pink sludge. Another deep retch had him vomiting up another round. Jin held a stone cold expression, though he’d gone teary eyed. A teardrop fell down his cheek. Namjoon coughed and spit one more time, leaning back. He made a noise of discomfort. Some kind of grunt mixed with a deep whimper. Jin wet a cloth and wiped the remaining vomit from his chin. “Thanks,” Namjoon swallowed thickly. Jin just nodded. “Jin I- I know you’re mad at me but… at least promise you won’t let me die on purpose.” Jin chuckled. “I’ll consider it.” Namjoon looked at him, honestly not sure if he was kidding or not. He didn’t have long to think before his stomach started to hurt again. “What?” Jin sounded half annoyed. “It- It’s nothing.” Jin thought for a moment and then just let it go. It was probably just a stomachache. When Jin finished cleaning the wound, he looked at Namjoon, who was pale and ashen. “T-thank you.” Namjoon managed to say those two words, but it seemed to take every bit of energy he had left. Jin watched as Namjoon fell asleep, but he noticed he was shivering. Jin went to his pallet, taking his tattered quilt that his mom had made for him before all this went down. It wasn’t much, but it was the best he had. He draped it over Namjoon’s body. “I’m mad at you Joon. But, I’m not gonna let you die.” Jin left the room, letting Namjoon sleep. He went to his own pallet, trying to ignore the cold. He could see Namjoon from where he was. Jin fell asleep after a few minutes of thinking. He knew Joon’s chances were slim, but he didn’t care. He was going to save him. It was just a matter of how.
Chapter 3 is posted! Thank you again @thatoneemokpop-02 😊💙
Tw: heavy emeto, censored swearing (let me know if I missed any!💙)
Chapter 3😊
Jimin placed a soft hand on Yoongi’s back. He made gentle, downward strokes, trying to keep Yoongi from puking. Yoongi seemed a bit more calm with Jimin comforting him, at least until the teacher came back with the note.
“Get back to class as soon as possible Jimin, but you may handle him first.”
The teacher’s tone made Yoongi feel so scared and small.
“Here, can you stand up if you hold on to me?” Jimin moved to Yoongi’s other side where the desk didn’t wrap around him.
Yoongi nodded, still holding the wastebin for dear life.
Jimin slowly helped Yoongi up, trying not to jostle his stomach. Soon enough, Yoongi’s arm was around Jimin’s shoulder and they were heading out the door.
When they’d left the music room, Jimin felt a little more anxious about the situation. He wanted to help Yoongi, but again, what if he wasn’t skilled enough in “taking care of people” to do so?
“J-*hiccup* Jimin?” Yoongi whimpered.
“Yeah?” Jimin slowed down even more than they already were.
“I- I don’t w-want to go to the n-nurse.” Yoongi’s shivering returned.
“Alright, that’s okay. Where would you feel more comfortable?” Jimin hated how formal he sounded.
“Bathroom… please.” Yoongi sounded like he might cry.
“We can do that, just a few more steps okay? Put your weight on me. I can hold you up.” Jimin was really hoping his “typing muscles” didn’t let him down now.
Yoongi nodded, slouching a bit. Jimin was able to carry him, and they got to a bathroom stall on the english wing.
Yoongi slumped down in front of the toilet, a thick string of saliva hanging from his lip. His shivers were intense, and his gags, though quiet, wrecked his body powerfully. Jimin didn’t know how to help so he tried what he’d seen in the fic he read at… 2:45 this morning he thought?
Jimin got closer to him, wrapping his arm around the small of Yoongi’s back. His other hand held Yoongi’s.
“Tell me if anything I do is too much. I guess I don’t do this much…” Jimin sounded unsure of himself.
Yoongi responded by squeezing his hand tight as another wretch sent him lurching forward, his shoulders nearly reaching his ears.
Jimin thought for a minute… shouldn’t Yoongi have puked by now? He ate breakfast an hour ago… it should have come back up already.
“I- I- d-don’t know....” Yoongi curled into Jimin’s side, soft sobs making him more vulnerable, if that was even possible.
“How do you…” Jimin almost asked, but stopped himself. As much as he wanted to know, Yoongi didn’t look like he could explain. Jimin just kept holding him, rubbing his arm and holding his hand.
Suddenly, Jimin felt the urge to move his hand to Yoongi’s stomach. He did it, and off impulse t began to rub small circles into it. Yoongi groaned. Jimin somehow knew not to stop…
Then, almost as clear as day, Jimin heard a voice.
“I need to Jimin, I just… I can’t…”
It sounded like Yoongi’s, but Yoongi hadn’t spoken…
If Jimin hadn’t believed in telepathy before today, he certainly did now. He knew that either he was finally losing it (as Jungkook had told him he was), or Yoongi was talking to him via… mental message? Well, that’s the name he gave it for now. He decided to try something to test it out.
“You’re okay. If you can’t puke yet, you just aren’t ready to.” Jimin stroked his back. “It’s alright. Just take your time. We’ve got all the time you need.”
Yoongi looked at him, wide eyed, and in shock.
“H-how?”
Yoongi only had a moment to speak before he was swallowing thickly and trying to breathe the nausea away.
Now was time for the second test. If Yoongi could send messages… and he could receive them… could he do that backwards?
“Don’t worry about it now. I’m just as surprised as you.”
Jimin waited, and then did another test.
“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”
Jimin waited. Yoongi didn’t squeeze his hand. He almost tried again, and then he figured out why Yoongi didn’t answer.
Within seconds, Yoongi pitched forward, finally bringing up a bit of bile. His arms were shaking, and he could barely hold himself up. Jimin saw this and scooted in behind him, holding him securely.
“Thank you.”
Jimin heard those words, and then felt his hand being squeezed.
“I could hear you. But, I really don’t know why.”
Jimin just kept holding Yoongi up until he seemed to be at a break. Then, the worst possible thing happened.
*RING* *RING*
Time was up. That was the class change bell. Not only was his note expired, but also….
“JK!!!! JK what the f*** was that??” Some guy must have been talking to his brother. They, along with several others were coming into the bathroom. Their privacy was over.
“Yoongi, breathe. I can feel you shaking.”
Jimin was glad for whatever mind messaging thing was going on, because that way he and Yoongi could talk without being interrupted.
“Jimin you gotta go. I’ve already made you miss one class. I can’t let you miss another one. I’ll be fine okay?”
The messages Jimin was getting and Yoongi’s actual appearance were polar opposites. The voice inside sounded calm. Outside? Yoongi was shaking, beads of sweat on his forehead and cheeks. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was shallow.
Jimin wanted to stay, but… this wasn’t a fanfiction… he couldn’t just make up the rules anymore.
Yoongi smiled weakly, trying to convince Jimin that he would be alright alone.
“After school, meet me outside near the flag pole. My brother’s gotta go to work, but you and i can go back to my house. We’ll take the bus.” Jimin stopped for a second. “Message me if you need me okay?” Yoongi nodded, turning back to the toilet.
Everyone had left the bathroom now, so he was able to leave the stall without anyone noticing.
Jimin worried the entire way to class, hoping to receive a message from Yoongi. However, even after class had been on for ten minutes, he still hadn’t heard anything.
He decided to use this time to message Yoongi first instead. It was so weird, he had only learned his name this morning, and yet he already felt like he was best friends with the guy. Though it didn’t make any sense, he just decided to go along with it.
“Yoongi? How are you holding up?”
Formal sure, but he wasn’t an expert at these yet.
He waited and waited, not receiving anything.
And then-
“I don’t know what happened… it’s like it just… stopped?”
Jimin was so confused.
“I mean I’m glad it stopped but… this is by far the strangest virus I’ve ever heard of.”
Suddenly, Jimin felt it. Something had happened… something bad.
“Yoongi? Yoongi you okay? I-” he realized how crazy this sounded. “I felt something.”
“Y-you felt that?” Yoongi answered back sounding shocked.
“It… it’s like I know something bad happened but I have no idea what. Yoongi what happened?”
Yoongi didn’t answer. Jimin felt the “situation” getting worse. It’s times like this he had to pull some strings.
“Mrs. Phillips?” He raised his hand.
The teacher paused, smiling warmly.
“Yes Jimin?”
“I’m not feeling too well, may I use the restroom?”
She let him, and Jimin was beyond thrilled at his acting skills. “Thank you drama class” he’d thought.
When Jimin reached the bathroom, Yoongi was gone.
“Where’d you go?” Jimin had stopped questioning this mind message thing.
“Oh, I left school. I felt some better and wanted to get home while I could. Thanks for everything Jimin. You were a big help!”
Jimin’s eyes narrowed. That even sounded like a lie.
“Mhmmm, sure. The only part I believe is that you left school.”
Yoongi didn’t respond. Jimin could tell that he must have been right.
“So are the after school plans still on?” Jimin asked, hoping this would bring him a few more answers.
“Um, nope! I’m all good. All better. See you in class tomorrow.”
Now Jimin really knew something was wrong. He wasn’t easily fooled. Yoongi hadn’t been the first guy to just come up and have a small conversation and then blush like a rose when they got paired up with him. Yoongi was crushing hard, but for him to turn down plans after school? That meant something.
Jimin went back to class, telling his teacher he felt better. He finished out the day relatively quickly. Now was for the part he’d been dying to get to: he had to find some way to get Yoongi to talk to him… as in actually talk to him..
I loved writing this chapter and I want to thank @thatoneemokpop-02 for being there to bounce ideas off of 😊 chapter 3 coming soon!
TW: emeto, censored swearing, mention of food (kinda) (if y’all see any I missed, let me know💙)
Chapter 2
By the time class ended, Namjoon had most of the class on the edge of their seats.
“Okay, we’re gonna stop here for today, everyone read section one if you can. We’ll discuss it tomorrow when we come in.”
The bell rang, allowing the students in Jimin’s class to go to break. Jimin had planned to stay for a minute and talk to Namjoon, but Namjoon had gotten a phone call from his husband, Jin, last minute. He decided to just pack up and head on to his locker after giving a quick wave to the professor. Namjoon returned it.
Jimin got to the hallway, finding his new locker relatively quickly. He put in the combination for the lock, and then opened it to begin switching things around that should or shouldn’t go with him to his next class.
“H-hey Jimin.”
Jimin turned around quickly to see a guy who was nearly his height. He had blonde hair, dark brown eyes, and a rather shy smile. Jimin had seen him before, but it had been years since they’d spoken. The most recent time was in sixth grade when Jimin was in desperate need of a pencil and this boy happened to have a spare.
“Hi!” Jimin was really mad at himself for forgetting the boy’s name.
The boy looked bashful, and then spoke.
“I think we have the same music class. Have you had Mr. Richards before?”
“No, not yet. I’ve heard he’s a tough grader.” Jimin smiled, and the boy did as well.
“I’ve heard the same thing. I’m hoping it’s more writing music than studying Mozart and the rest of them.” He laughed nervously. “I’ve never been that into studying.”
“Me either.” Jimin felt a little common ground with this new boy. He’d much rather be writing than studying, even if it was for Namjoon’s class.
“Well, I’m gonna go grab some breakfast… I’ll see you in music?” The boy spoke shyly.
“Sounds like a plan.” Jimin smiled back, watching as the boy walked toward the cafeteria. He seemed to be a nice guy, but much more awkward than Jimin typically went for.
When the bell finally rang, Jimin headed down to the music room. He was one of the first to sit down, so he was able to watch everyone come in. He loved observing everyone. After meeting the boy from earlier, he had to admit that he paid special attention to where he sat.
He ended up choosing a seat at another table. Jimin was honestly a little disappointed.
“Okay class, we are going to start out with roll call…”
Jimin hated this part of class. Having to raise his hand in front of everyone and hope his “here” fit in with the rest of society’s. It was just… no. Thankfully, he made it through, and managed to sound decently okay.
“Min Yoongi?” The teacher called out, and the boy from the hallway raised his hand and replied in a tiny “here.”
Jimin felt his entire body electrified in shock. How on earth had he came up with that name when he hadn’t heard it in so long?
“That should be everyone. Now, I’m going to start us off by doing a project. I’ve pre chosen your partners. You should see your name along with your partner’s name on the whiteboard in the back of the room. Find each other. And chop chop, I don’t have a lot of time to get all our material in.”
As fate would have it, Yoongi and Jimin’s names were together. Jimin couldn’t help but smile a little. After having talked to him a bit and seeing him in class, he had taken a tiny liking to the guy. He was cute, in a small, nerdy, awkward sort of way.
By the time Jimin and Yoongi had met in the middle of the crowd, the teacher had already started on the directions for the project. It was some sort of definition-teamwork thing he’d put on a worksheet.
Yoongi smiled, blushing a bit behind his thick, black-rimmed glasses.
“I guess we’re in for more studying then?” Jimin joked, referencing their discussion from earlier.
“Sadly.” He laughed. “Need to borrow a pencil?” Yoongi’s eyebrow raised just a smidge, revealing his cute smirk.
“Actually, I think I do.” Jimin had left his bookbag on the other side of the room.
Right before they started their sheet, two students on the other side of the room got into an argument. Turns out (based on their yelling) they were exes.
“Yoongi,” the teacher called. “Switch over here. Jimin, you stay where you are.”
Yoongi and Jimin’s smiles both faded quickly. Jimin went to return the pencil, before Yoongi told him to “Keep it, he might need it later.” Yoongi gave a sad smile, and then went to the other side of the room.
Jimin glared at his new partner.
Things moved along after that. Periodic glances at Yoongi were definitely taking place. But for some reason, Yoongi looked different. More pale perhaps? And he could have sworn he saw him holding his stomach through his jacket.
“Dude are you even paying attention?”
Jimin turned back to his partner. He wished he could trade back more than anything.
“I have literally done 3/4ths of this page. If you can’t suck it up and finish at least one definition by yourself, then i think I see why she dumped your dumba**.”
The boy looked angry, but continued to finish the page. Meanwhile, Jimin kept a close eye on Yoongi. He hoped he was alright.
By the time class was over, Yoongi was looking a lot worse. He was sweating profusely, his skin almost ghostly white, and his grip on his desk was white-knuckled. Jimin, and anyone else who could see him, could tell he was in pain. Everyone except the teacher that is.
The second the class was actually dismissed, Jimin went over to Yoongi, stooping down beside him.
“Hey, you okay? You don’t look like you feel good.” Jimin saw him shiver.
All Yoongi could do was shake his head, before a soft gag had him curled to the side away from Jimin. The teacher was now on the way over with a wastebin.
“Is he sick?” the man’s voice did nothing but make Yoongi feel rushed and uncomfortable. Jimin took the bin, holding it under Yoongi’s chin.
“I just came over here because he looked pale and then he got worse.”
“Well, I’ve got another class coming in so I’ll write you a late note for your next class just see to it that he gets to the nurse’s office.”
Jimin nodded, and watched the professor walk to his desk.
Yoongi whimpered, gagging again, then just panting heavily over the container.
Jimin didn’t know how to help. In his fanfictions, handling a sick character was easy. They always wanted you to help and they always accepted whatever you did. What if what he normally did made Yoongi worse? Or even worse than that… what if he rejected it altogether?
“P-Please j-just d-do it J-Jimin…” Yoongi whimpered, holding his stomach tight.
Jimin’s eyes widened. This was the second time this guy had known what he was thinking… it had gone from coincidental to… whatever word you wanna use. Still, he had no time to think.
This was when he had to use his “fanfic experience” and just hope for the best...
yoongi absolutely hated himself . the band were about to board their flight and guess who forgot his dramamine… so yea he was wondering where the hell he went wrong in life. he trudged to the seat next to namjoon, immediately leaning into him. namjoon pausing his music gave his full attention. “you okay hyung?” yoongi let out a frustrated huff pulling his hoodie closed. namjoon shrugged returning to the book he was reading until he heard a small voice next to him. “forgot my medicine.” namjoon was gonna answer until he was cut off by the pilot going over the safety procedures. he didn’t really listen, instead he located every sick bag near them. he prayed that they wouldn’t need it but with yoongi it was very unpredictable when it came to planes. namjoon took out extra headphones, slipping them on yoongi’s head. he put his back in relaxing against the seat. when the plane took off he felt yoongi almost squeezing the life out of his hand. he pulled the older closer to him, practically on his lap almost. “you’re gonna be okay hyung. try and sleep.” namjoon hoped his words would be true as the plane was packed, but luckily no one was next to them.
hearing yoongi’s soft snores lulled him to sleep. which he was grateful for, getting almost no sleep last night. he sighed deeply tightening his hold on the older before falling into a deep sleep. he was woken up by light shaking. he cracked his eyes open seeing yoongi hunched over breathing deeply. he woke up fully, pacing a light hand on his back. “you’re okay hyung.” he glanced around seeing they had landed and he thanked the heavens. he gathered the others and led them out the plane. they were immediately hauled out. they all braced themselves hearing the screams of fans. namjoon lowered yoongi’s hat and pulled his mask up. outside he tried his best to shield yoongi from cameras before they got out namjoon did a head count. namjoon and yoongi walked out last standing near the bus. yoongi was huddled into namjoons side. namjoon glanced frantically between yoongi and the bus, rubbing calm circles into the older hand.
he heard yoongi gag into his hand and his heart stopped. “just breathe hyung it’s okay.” yoongi frantically shook his head gagging again. “i-i can’t j-joon.” “shhh not in front of the cameras.” namjoon saw the tears sliding down his cheeks. “j-joo-” yoongi turned away from him retching lousy bringing up a thick wave of vomit. the boys and the crowd gasped loudly. namjoon cursed pushing the boys and yoongi into the van. jimin quickly ushered hoseok into the back and put headphones over his ears while namjoon and yoongi stayed in the front. jin quickly shoved a bag into yoongi’s shaky hands. he only shook his head wrapping himself around namjoon, sobbing. the other gently rocking him and rubbing comforting circles on his arm. “i-i’m s-s-sorry. i-i’m sor-sorry.” jin and namjoon both shared sympathetic looks. “it’s okay hyung, it’s not your fault.”
luckily throughout the ride yoongi’s stomach stayed in place. every turn had him whimpering painfully into namjoons side, tears slipped down his cheeks.
when they arrived at the destination namjoon rushed yoongi inside, desperate to get him on solid ground. they all sat in the back room. everyone tending to their own things as too not crowd and overwhelm the older who was currently hunched over a trash can panting heavily. luckily or unluckily for him he hadn’t puked yet. one by one they get called back for makeup and costume. when it got to namjoons turn, yoongi didn’t want to let him go but with the promise of tummy rub and movie marathon he let namjoon go albeit reluctantly. before he knew it he was being called back. before he got into the room, he begged to have no cameras on or near him for he wasn’t feeling well and when his manager asked and he answered, he just got yelled at. he was close to tears when he got to the stylists chair. and to make it so much worse, namjoon wasn’t there and the damn camera was all in his face. he tried to ignore it and focus instead on his breathing and keeping his stomach in its place. he got through makeup just fine but when he got to hair the smell of the products it sent him over board.
“c-can yo-you get n-nam-” feeling liquid rush up his throat he slapped a hand over his mouth swallowing convulsively. his stylist ran out bringing namjoon in who immediately ran up to yoongi bringing a trash can. he retched over the trash bringing up a large wave of puke and some splash back onto his hand. the sticky feeling triggered his gag reflex bringing up another wave. in between his heaves he held onto namjoon shaking like a damn earthquake. “j-joon cameras… o-off. p-please.” namjoon squeezed his thigh before standing up. “will you turn the camera off?.” “i… can’t.” this angered namjoon but he refused to show it. until he heard yoongi vomiting again. “listen… i asked you very nicely. now turn the camera off.” the camera guy was stuttering out an answer ans namjoon was quickly losing patience. “turn the fucking camera and delete the damn footage. i can get you fired quicker than you can turn the damn thing on!” he returned to yoongi guiding him out and back into the back room.
namjoon sat yoongi on the couch, massaging the stuff muscles in his neck as he retched up copious amounts of vomit. namjoon sighed sadly. “my poor hyungie.” “ngghnn.” “i know i know, you’re okay.” yoongi spit one more time in the bucket before placing it on the ground, curling into namjoons side once more. the younger wrapping his arms around yoongi protectively, lightly kissing his head. “thank you joon.” “shhh, just sleep hyung.” yoongi nodded relaxing completely on namjoon, quickly falling asleep. namjoon quick behind him.
Soooo I did a thing😊💙 this is the first chapter of a Yoonmin Vampire fic that I’m trying out☺️ I hope y’all like it!
TW: Alcohol mention, past parental death mention, food, blood mention, supernatural creature mention (if I missed any please let me know!💙)
Also, I promise there will be sickfic/hurt fic involved in most of the upcoming chapters💙
“Dang Jimin, how long do you take to get dressed in the morning? I’ve been down here for at least a half hour already, and your light was on when I woke up.” Jungkook was halfway done with his cereal, and was scrolling through Instagram on his phone.
“Perhaps your lack of effort is the reason you look like a stray dog then?” Jimin chuckled, grabbing a protein shake out of the refrigerator.
Jungkook just rolled his eyes. The two almost always had some sort of playful, fighting banter going on. As brothers, it was essentially a given.
Jimin turned around to face the counter.
“Oh no, please don’t do this.” Jungkook whined.
“Do what?”
“Wear that stupid Twilight t-shirt again. We’re seniors Jimin, you gotta let all this vampire vs. werewolf crap go.”
“And why is that?” Jimin knew Jungkook didn’t like his… tiny obsession with vampires. But, in all actuality, it really wasn’t as bad as Jungkook made it out to be.
“Because it really isn’t fitting for a guy who’s eighteen to have a room covered in posters and about ten journals with Edward Cullen fanfictions filling the shelf.”
“You’re just jealous because you couldn’t write if you tried.”
Jungkook looked fed up. Jimin took a sip of his shake before speaking again.
“Quit your whining. If I didn’t write so much, you wouldn’t have passed English last year. I’m still waiting on my fifty bucks for writing that essay over The Raven.”
“I’m working on it. Money is tight Jimin.”
“More like you couldn’t keep yourself from buying a few rounds for the band last week hm?” Jimin felt the same way about Jungkook’s band as Jungkook felt about Jimin’s writing. Both were deemed useless and a waste of time by the other.
“At least I made the money that I spent.” Jungkook put a lot of emphasis behind the word “made.”
Jimin didn’t respond. He too made his own money, but Jungkook didn’t view earning money through literary submissions to count as actually “making money.” He instead, went out to the car, going ahead and loading his bags. Jungkook was close behind, locking the door as he came out.
“Want me to drive or do you want to?” Jungkook asked, spinning the keys on his finger.
“You can. I’ve got some reading to finish up before we get to school.” What Jimin actually meant was that he had a fanfiction to finish.
“Aight. How’d your bio test go the other day?” Jungkook asked, turning the key.
Underneath their little bickering sessions, both boys would do anything for each other. Since their parents passed a few months ago, they were basically each other’s only support.
“It was decent. I don’t think I did great, but I’m like 82.93 percent sure I passed.”
Both boys laughed. Jimin had a tendency in situations like these to think up these certain percentages with decimals because, well why not? But, they were always quite funny when he voiced them in conversations.
“That’s better than me with my literature quiz. I think I made a forty something.”
Jimin looked down at his screen, reading the words that someone like himself had thought up and published on Ao3.
“Edward’s fingers cascaded down Bella’s back as he held her close, knowing she was his, and his alone.
“You don’t understand Bella. I’d be nothing without you.”
Bella sighed.
“You shouldn’t think those thoughts. You have me. There’s no reason to consider any other situations.”
Edward couldn’t help himself but to ponder on what his miserable existence had been like before her. He held her, trying desperately to forget.”
“You know,” Jimin started as Jungkook stopped at a stop light.
“Hm?”
“Some of these are really good, and some of these are the stupidest, cheesiest things i’ve ever beheld.”
“B-beheld? Jimin… You need a break.” Jungkook laughed.
“For the first time, I think you might actually be right.” Jimin chuckled, putting his phone up.
When they arrived at school, Jungkook went on to his class and Jimin went on to his. As he sat down at his desk, he observed that the entire floor was muddy with the shoeprints of all the students who’d come in before him. He glanced out the window, seeing the sky already a dark blue. It must have rained last night… and probably would rain more soon. Where he lived, it seemed that the weather was either raining, snowing, or storming at all times. He must have not noticed it on the way since he’d been so enthralled by his phone and then the conversation with Jungkook.
As usual, the upcoming storm inspired him, and he pulled out his notebook and ink pen from his bag, writing down a few words from an idea that had been looming around his mind since he’d gotten out of bed this morning.
“ “Ahhagghhh! It- It hurts, Jimin… “ He squirmed under Jimin’s light touch. As much as Jimin hated it, he had to keep cleaning the wound. Much like humans, vampires weren’t protected from injury or infection. It was just that they had the advantage of not being able to die from it. “I’m so sorry baby. I promise I don’t mean for it to hurt.” Jimin’s eyes softened in sympathy. “W-wait…. I- I need a break please… please Jimin just… mmmhhh…” The vampire reached his hand out, clearly pained. Jimin stopped, taking his hand. “It’s okay. You’re alright-”
And then he hit a mental block. What would he name this character? He thought for a moment, and then the teacher came in and put his creativity on hold.
“Good morning everyone. It looks to be a rather dark and dreary day outside, so I thought we could go over something to match. Have any of you ever heard of the Salem Witch Trials?”
Jimin had to admit, he was irritated at the fact that he couldn’t continue his story yet, but if it was over something as interesting as this sounded, he’d let it slide. This was the only class that didn’t get on his nerves. The professor, Kim Namjoon, had a way of making things sound way more captivating than they would normally be.
Namjoon and Jimin were on a first-name basis. This wasn’t the first time he’d had Namjoon as a teacher. In fact, this was the second time. However, only during the “summer tutoring program” had they found out they shared an interest in the mythical, and magical. They’d discussed the idea of ghosts, spirits, vampires, werewolves, you name it, all on a literary basis of course. Neither of them believed in the last two, but it was certainly fun to consider them.
However, as interested as Jimin was, his mind wandered during the lecture. He first thought of other side ideas for his fanfictions at home, and then he thought of what he needed to do when he got home. That’s when he had the idea.
“Min Yoongi.”
That was the name. It was almost as if a low, husky voice had spoken to him. He had to admit, he liked it. He scribbled down the name on the margin of his workbook page, and then made a point to keep listening to Namjoon’s lecture.
also thank you @hold-me-sickfics for the amazing prompt and ideas 🖤🖤🖤 y’all this was supposed to be a drabble lol 😂
jimin was in the kitchen cleaning up their breakfast when he heard happy pitter patter of feet running in. “good afternoon baby.” he picked up the little placing him on his hip. “you ready for our zoo day bubs?” yoongi’s eyes lit up and he bounced happily in jimins arms. “yea! zoo zoo!!” jimin placed the little back down ushering him towards his room. “let’s get you dressed and then we can leave okay?”
jimin opened up the closet and smiled towards the little. “what would you like to wear bubs?” he pointed to his favorite tiger shirt and white overalls. jimin took them out the closet laying them next to yoongi. he then pulled out a diaper before stripping yoongi of his pj’s. he powdered him down before putting on the diaper, yoongi whining. jimin smiled before kissing his nose lightly. “i know bubs, I'm sorry.” he pulled the shirt on him before putting the overalls on. jimin helped yoongi off the bed. “you look so cute, baby.” yoongi blushed, lowering his head. “fank you…” jimin giggled lightly before packing yoongi’s bag. he packed an extra outfit, diaper, a bottle just in case, and some pacifiers.
he helped the little with his shoes before they got in the car. to no one's surprise yoongi knocked out the first three minutes in the car. jimin just turned down the music and kept driving. about fifteen minutes later they had arrived. he got out, opening yoongi’s door gently shaking him awake. “we’re here babes. let’s go see the animals.” jimin helped him out the car walking to the front to buy their tickets. once they were inside, jimin took yoongi’s hand knowing the little had a tendency to run off when excited. “where do you wanna go first bubs?” “pandas!” jimin led him to where the pandas were which was all the way across the zoo but anything for his baby. jimin took loads of pictures of yoongi ogling over the fluffy bears. he’d always loved pandas. when jimin noticed yoongi getting restless he took him to the tigers. “look baby.” “tigar!” when one of the tigers rawred yoongi yelped, hiding behind jimin, gripping his shirt tightly, crying slightly. Jimin hugged him kissing his head. “Shh baby it's okay, he's just saying hello. no need to be scared.” yoongi shook his head frantically hiding his face deeper in jimin's shirt. “okay okay we can go.” jimin picked him up taking him to the flamingos. “look bubs, it's the flamingos.” he brushed yoongi's bangs away from his face. When yoongi looked at all the birds he burst into tears. jimin was shocked and worried. he rubbed yoongi's comfortingly. “babes what's the matter?” “t-they o-only has o-one l-leg.” jimin held back a laugh. “no honey they have two i promise. that's just how they stand, it's more comfortable for them.” yoongi didn’t believe him and just kept crying into jimin’s shoulder. by now people were staring. jimin just sighed walking away. He figured the heat and hunger were getting to yoongi and it was time for lunch anyways. jimin found a cute little cafe and got them food. He ordered a hot dog for yoongi and a pizza slice for himself. He found a table on the side away from people. he sat yoongi next to him and placed his food in front of him. his cheeks were puffy and blotchy from crying, jimin smiled sadly wiping the remaining tear tracks from his cheeks. “you want me to cut up your hotdog bubs?” yoongi shook his head before eating the hot dog all on his own. jimin pulled out his bottle of milk handing it to him when he finished the hot dog. when yoongi was done, jimin cleaned up before going back to the animals. yoongi held onto jimin's hand as they walked around. “where do you wanna go now?” “ice birds…” yoongi couldn't quite pronounce penguins but jimin got the message and they headed to the penguin enclosure. jimin always called yoongi a penguin cause he always waddled around the house. yoongi smiled and pointed to the penguins. “daddy lookie!” “i see baby.” jimin again took some pictures of his baby.
they had looked at all the animals yoongi wanted to see so they were just walking around for now. jimin noticed yoongi getting sluggish but didn’t say anything. jimin thought yoongi had been such a good little boy that he took him to the souvenir shop. he lit up at all the plushies and jimin let him get two. he picked out a penguin or “ice bird” and surprisingly a seal. jimin also bought a fan seeing how red yoongi’s face was. after checking out they went back out. jimin wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave until yoongi tapped him. he looked panicked and had gone a little paler than usual. he pulled yoongi to the side to sit on a bench. “you okay baby?” yoongi shook his head pointing to his tummy. “h-huwts.” jimin frowned. “okay baby. let's get you home. jimin picked the bag up and they walked out to the parking lot. yoongi was lagging behind but jimin didn’t notice until he heard soft gagging behind him. he whipped around seeing yoongi bent over slightly over a small puddle of spit up. “oh dear.” he walked yoongi quickly to the car helping him into his seat. “you feel okay bubs?” yoongi shrugged and jimin handed him one of his stuffies before placing the fan over him feeling how warm he was. he then got into the driver's seat driving off. he prayed that yoongi could make it home without any mishaps. it seemed like his prayers were answered… until about eight minutes away. jimin heard a hard retch from yoongi and a loud splash of vomit landed on him and the floor. some even managed to get on him. he didn't know whether to stop or just keep going home. his thoughts were cut off by another retch and a sickening splash. yoongi sobbed in between heaves and jimin felt his heart breaking. “i know baby its okay. we're almost home.” jimin drove as fast as possible, wincing every time he heard yoongi puking. he let the windows down, the smell getting overwhelming.
pulling into the driveway he quickly hopped out the car heading to yoongi's side, throwing open the door. he grabbed him out the car holding him over the grass. yoongi flailed and squirmed in jimin's grip. he absolutely hated throwing up, especially in little space. jimin knew he was terrified right now. he just switched between patting and rubbing his back. he threw up most in the car so he only threw up bile and stomach acid over the grass. When he was completely done jimin wiped his mouth with a napkin before walking inside. Hearing the front door open, namjoon stepped out of the kitchen gasping immediately, seeing yoongi covered in throw up. he leaned down to the little, wiping his tears. “bubs what happened?” yoongi just sniffled sadly pointing to his tummy again. namjoon looked at jimin for a more clear answer. “I think the food at the zoo was bad.” “shouldn't you be sick too?” jimin nodded. “i mean i'm not feeling too honestly.” okay let's go lay down.” he kissed jimin's head before walking him to their bedroom. he helped him out of his clothes and into the bed. before leaving he placed a bucket next to him. he then brought yoongi into the bathroom, stripping him of his clothes after starting a bath. “my poor boys.” yoongi only leaned into his touch as he bathed him and that told namjoon exactly how poorly he felt. after washing his hair he helped yoongi out the tub wrapping their softest towel around him. walking out the bathroom jimin was knocked out and namjoon let out a sigh before heading to the nursery. he layed yoongi on the bed before putting a diaper on him and one of his shirts he found. seeing he was already asleep namjoon fully tucked him in, turning on the baby monitor heading back to his bed. he turned on the baby monitor in his room before sitting next to jimin, who woke up from the motion. “h-hyung?” namjoon hummed, rubbing his side softly. *groans* “i'm gonna be sick.” namjoon picked up the bucket placing it under jimin's chin just in time before he retched up a large mouthful of sick. namjoon silently comforted him, rubbing his back and massaging his tense neck muscles. as jimin brought up more and more copious amounts of vomit into the bucket, the baby monitor went off. “g-go to him. i'll be okay. he's in the second stage of f- *eruhrghhhh*” namjoon patted his back before kissing his head. Namjoon hopped up going to the nursery. sure enough yoongi was covered in diarrhea. he had also vomited again. namjoon grabbed a towel picking him up and quickly taking him to the bathroom. yoongi was gripping onto him like a lifeline and crying so loud that namjoon was sure the neighbors would call the police. “yoongi, hun. you're okay i promise.” he rocked the little gently trying to calm him down. yoongi was still extremely fussy, but namjoon didn’t blame him he was sick. he slowly stood up, still lightly bouncing him and turned the lights low before returning to the tub. before he placed the little in the water he started playing his favorite soothing music, sighing in relief when it actually worked. namjoon then handed yoongi his favorite bath toy, frowning when the little just moved it around sluggishly. he figured the boy was exhausted and quickly but thoroughly bathed him. he once again wrapped him in the softest towel they had and carried him to the nursery, laying him on the floor. Yoongi whined, namjoon popping a pacifier in his mouth and the little immediately suckling on it. namjoon quickly put a diaper on him and his favorite onesie. usually he’d give him a bottle right now but he figured it wouldn't stay down so he just took the little to his room. he laid him down in the spare cot they had before returning to jimin's side. the younger curled into his side. “how you feel?” “i’ll be okay. just hold me.” namjoon smiled before he pulled jimin into his arms laying down. he kissed his forehead lightly; “always.”
Okay let me just say: Alex you killed this one 🖤🖤🖤 I absolutely love it and it’s definitely a must read. Having Jiminie sick on the side? Genius. Poor little Yoongi tho🥺🖤 ugh it is amazinggggg🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 and oh finally, just wanna mention that my heart shattered when Jimin went “I’ll be fine. Just hold me.” 🖤🖤🖤🥺🥺🥺
And once again... ma hart 🥺😭💔💔💔 y’all look at the way he finally lets himself be vulnerable and curl into himself when his friend is there to comfort him I- I’m done💔💔💔🥺😭
