(Bang Chan, Changbin, Felix, Han, Hyunjin, I.N., Lee Know, Seungmin)
The Boyz
(Eric, Jacob, Kevin, Q, Sunwoo)
TXT ⭐️
(Beomgyu, Kai, Soobin, Taehyun, Yeonjun)
My Misc Groups
(TO1, TREASURE, VICTON, Xdinary Heroes)
Groups I'm Not Following
(ASTRO, BTOB, EXO, GOT7, iKon, SF9, The Rose, Up10tion)
NOTE: This blog is mostly just for my own reference, so things are sorted accordingly for me to be able to find easily. No shade to any of the groups based on the way I’ve listed them!
CATEGORIES
Main Themes:
(Main themes are tagged below for all Tumblr fics, sub themes tagged under main themes)
General Illness: 😷
-allergic reaction, choking, or asthma 😮💨
-dizzy/fainting 😵💫
-fever 🤒
-headache/migraine 😓
Emeto: 🫢
-nausea or stomach ache w/o emeto 🥴
Scat: 😖
(Note: never graphic, only in context of other illness)
Sneeze: 🤧
Whump: 🤕
-injuries
Emotional Whump: 😰
-nightmares, panic attacks, fighting, etc.
Additional (Untagged) Themes:
Hospital: 🏥
Motion sickness: 🚗✈️⛵️
Drunk: 🍺
Qualifiers:
AU: ✨
Romantic Pairing: ❤️
Smut: 🌶️
AO3 Fic: 📖
Favorites: ⭐️
All Time Favorites: ⭐️⭐️
Color Coding:
(This is just to help me reference things easier, sorry if it’s a little visually assaulting lol. Slooooowly in progress. Also sorry if these notes are a mess, again it’s more just for my reference than anything else, so feel free to just pretend they don’t exist.)
hello!! you can call me Navi, or Nav! i use any pronouns, and i'm here to write some good old hurt/comfort for some kpop idols. i'm still fleshing out this blog, so for now i'm only writing atz, but perhaps there will be more in future :)
you can find me on ao3 @/navichoir! i'm almost to 100k words written there.... that's crazy......
(disclaimer: this pinned post is currently under construction!)
SUMMARY: Mingi wakes up sick during the night. Yunho tries to help, but his own illness gets in the way.
WORD COUNT: 2,589
TW: graphic descriptions of vomit
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Ultimately, being in his own bed ended up working out in Mingi’s favor, as it provided one less obstacle in his path when he woke up in a cold sweat with his stomach churning just hours after he’d fallen asleep. Before he had time to register what was happening, he was already stumbling across the room, his body moving on autopilot despite his brain still being groggy with sleep. He dropped to the floor in front of the trash can with a thud, positioning himself over the small plastic bin just in time for the first wave of vomit to come pouring out of him.
Within seconds, there was a hand on his back. Mingi flinched, startled by the sudden contact, but quickly relaxed when he heard Yunho’s voice in his ear.
“Hey, it’s okay, it’s just me,” the dancer soothed, lowering himself down to sit next to where Mingi was kneeling.
Mingi opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get a word out, a grating cough tore up his throat, immediately triggering another round of vomiting.
“Aish, Mingi,” Yunho muttered under his breath, cringing at the harsh noise. Even after ten years of living together and countless times seeing each other sick, it still took him by surprise just how violent the whole ordeal always seemed to be for his friend. “You’re okay, just get it up.”
With a hand still tracing up and down Mingi’s back to comfort him as he continued to be sick, Yunho let out a shaky breath and leaned forward so that his chin was resting on his knees. The adrenaline of having woken up to the sound of retching had momentarily bypassed his own fatigue, but now that he’d been awake for a few minutes, the full weight of his illness had come crashing back down on him. He wanted to get his phone to call one of his other members for help, but he was starting to feel dangerously lightheaded, and he was worried that if he tried to stand up he might actually pass out.
Thankfully, before it could come to that, the door swung open and Seonghwa rushed into the room. Despite his own bedroom being on the opposite side of the dorm, his mat-hyung instincts had been on high alert when he'd gone to sleep that night, so the moment his ears registered the sound of someone throwing up, he was already out of bed and racing to check on his dongsaengs.
“Aigoo, not you too,” Seonghwa sighed, making his way over to where Mingi was curled around the trash can and placing a hand on his back.
Hongjoong showed up a few seconds later, out of breath and with his sleep mask still dangling around his neck. “Go back to bed, guys, Hwa and I got it under control,” he said, turning to address San and Yeosang, who had come out into the hallway to see what was going on. Their bedroom was right next to Mingi and Yunho’s, which meant the noise was impossible to have slept through, even for Yeosang, who was usually a relatively heavy sleeper.
“Are you sure, hyung?” San asked, his eyes flitting nervously back and forth between his two sick groupmates.
“Yeah, we’re-“ Hongjoong was cut off by a groan behind him. He turned around, just in time to see Yunho stick his hands out and slowly lower himself down so that he was lying flat on his back.
Hongjoong rushed over to his side and crouched down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Yunho, hey, you with me?”
Yunho hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t open his eyes.
“Can you tell me what you’re feeling right now?”
“Just a little dizzy…” Yunho whispered, his lips barely moving as he did so. “I think I got up too fast.”
“Okay, just take it easy for a second, don’t try and sit up.” Hongjoong looked back over his shoulder at San and Yeosang, who were both still standing in the doorway, their faces pulled tight in matching expressions of worry. “San-ah, can you go grab two glasses of water for me, please? Sangie, you can go back to bed.”
San nodded and scurried off towards the kitchen. Yeosang, on the other hand, didn't budge, his eyes remaining fixed on where Yunho was laying on the floor.
“Sang,” Hongjoong repeated, a little more forcefully this time. “Yunho’s okay. His blood pressure probably just dropped a bit, but he’s gonna be fine, I promise. Go back to sleep.”
Yeosang still looked uneasy, but Hongjoong’s reassurance must’ve been convincing enough, as he dipped his head and retreated back to his own room without any further protest.
“Sorry, Yuyu,” Hongjoong apologized, turning his attention back to Yunho once he’d heard the door close. “How’s your stomach feeling, are you nauseous at all?”
“No, I don’t think so. Just kinda… spinny.”
Hongjoong knew to take that answer with a grain of salt, considering Yunho’s recently reproven difficulty in gauging how sick he was feeling at any given moment, but he felt a slight weight lift off his shoulders anyway; being down to one vomiting dongsaeng was more than enough, thank you very much.
When San returned with the water a few moments later, Hongjoong thanked him and sent him back to his room to check on Yeosang, noting that the younger member seemed to be feeling a bit overwhelmed.
“You can grab the white noise machine from my room if you want, Sannie,” Seonghwa suggested, having overheard their hushed conversation. “It might help him feel better if he can’t hear what’s going on.”
San shot Seonghwa a grateful smile. “Good idea, thanks hyung.” He started to head out of the room before turning back to address his sick friends. “Night guys, feel better. Come get me later if you need anything, okay?”
After San had left the room, Hongjoong set one of the glasses down, wanting to wait until Yunho’s dizziness had subsided before trying to sit him up to drink, and passed the other to Seonghwa. The eldest was sitting next to Mingi, who had stopped vomiting and was now resting with his head between his knees, trying to catch his breath while his hyung rubbed slow, soothing circles on his back. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Hongjoong’s hand still on Yunho’s shoulder and Seonghwa gently encouraging Mingi to rinse his mouth out when he was finally able to raise his head without feeling like he was seconds away from being sick again. The room was dark, save for the dim light filtering in from the hallway, and the sound of waves crashing on a beach could be faintly heard through the wall they shared with San and Yeosang. If not for the circumstances, it would’ve been perfectly serene.
“Hwa, when you have a minute, can you help me get him back into bed?” Hongjoong asked when Yunho had let him know he was feeling well enough to move.
Seonghwa turned to Mingi, who gave him a weak thumbs up, before scooting over to flank Yunho’s other side. He helped the dancer sit up and pulled him close so that he was leaning up against his chest, wanting to give him some time to acclimate and make sure he was still feeling okay before they tried to stand up.
Once they had gotten Yunho back into bed, Hongjoong and Seonghwa shared a brief moment of eye contact, deciding wordlessly to switch roles; they had fallen into a sort of routine while caring for their groupmates the day before, and they figured it would be easier for everyone if they just stuck with what was familiar.
Leaving Yunho in Seonghwa’s care, Hongjoong made his way across the room and sat down on the edge of Mingi’s bed, next to where the younger was leaning back against the wooden frame.
“‘m sorry for waking everyone up,” Mingi croaked, his throat shredded after his third bout of vomiting in less than 24 hours.
“There’s no need to apologize, Mingi-yah. It’s good we woke up, that way we can help you,” Hongjoong said with a warm smile. “Are you still feeling nauseous?”
Mingi nodded, then promptly squeezed his eyes shut when the motion made his head spin.
“Okay, that’s okay. Do you think you can move to the bathroom, or do you want me to clean the bin out for you so you can go back to bed?”
“Bathroom, please.” Mingi felt terrible that Yunho had had to get up to check on him, and he didn’t want to disturb his still sick friend’s sleep anymore than he already had. “I need a second, though…”
“No rush at all, you just let me know when you’re ready, okay?” Hongjoong said, giving Mingi’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I’m not going anywhere.”
***
Seonghwa grabbed the thermometer from where he’d left it on the desk and leaned over the side of the bed to scan Yunho’s forehead. He was grateful that they’d thought to purchase one of the no-contact ones, as the dancer had fallen back asleep almost immediately after he’d lain down, and Seonghwa didn’t want to risk waking him up again to just take his temperature.
39.2°, the screen blinked- definitely up from when Yunho had gone to bed a few hours prior.
With a glance at his watch to confirm that enough time had passed for him to give the younger another dose of fever reducers, Seonghwa quietly slipped out of the room to gather the supplies he needed. Although he knew Yunho likely still wouldn’t have much of an appetite, he was hopeful he’d be able to get him to eat enough to take the pills before he let him go back to sleep.
By the time Seonghwa returned a few minutes later, Mingi and Hongjoong had already left the room. Since Yunho was still asleep, Seonghwa decided to take the opportunity to clean out the trash can that Mingi had thrown up into- he didn’t know if any amount of groveling could convince Yunho to eat if the room still reeked of vomit.
Once the trash can had been disinfected and placed next to Mingi’s bed, should he need it again later, Seonghwa switched on Yunho’s desk lamp and sat down at his side.
“Yunho-yah,” he called softly, placing a hand on Yunho’s shoulder. “Can you wake up for me for a minute? I have some more juk for you.”
Yunho groaned and lifted his hands up to shield his eyes against the light. “‘m not hungry…”
“I know, love, but your fever’s back up, so I need you to eat a little bit so you can take some meds. Just a few bites and then you can sleep, okay?”
“…okay,” Yunho conceded after a moment of thought. He knew it was unlikely that Seonghwa would leave him alone until he’d done as requested, which meant that the sooner he ate, the sooner he’d be able to go back to sleep.
Seonghwa helped Yunho sit up, propping one of his pillows up behind him so he’d be a bit more comfortable when he leaned back. “You want some help or you got it?” he asked, handing Yunho the bowl.
“I got it, thanks hyung.”
Yunho managed to eat about two thirds of the juk he’d been given, although it took him quite some time to do so, his stomach still feeling fairly unsettled despite the welcome lack of nausea. Seonghwa sat beside him patiently, dabbing a cool washcloth against his forehead and neck and encouraging him to take small sips of water in between bites until he’d eaten enough to safely take his medication.
“Good job, love,” Seonghwa said, taking the glass from Yunho’s hands and placing it on the desk beside them after the younger had swallowed his pills. “Are you ready to go back to bed?”
Yunho nodded, raising a hand to cover his mouth as he let out a sleepy yawn. “Mingi’s okay?”
“Joong’s got him. Don’t worry, just sleep.”
***
Seonghwa knocked softly on the bathroom door before opening it. Mingi was slumped in front of the toilet with his forehead resting on his knees, and Hongjoong was sitting beside him, leaning back against the sink cabinet and holding one of Mingi’s hands in his lap. Seonghwa smiled at the sight; Mingi always liked having his hand held when he was feeling sick, the sensation helping to relax and ground him through the nausea, and although Hongjoong wasn’t typically one for skinship, he was always willing to put his own preferences aside when one of his dongsaeng’s wasn’t feeling well.
“How we doing in here?” Seonghwa asked, quietly closing the door behind him as he made his way into the room.
Mingi let out a grunt, not bothering to lift his head up from where it was resting.
“That good, huh?” Seonghwa reached over and placed a hand on the back of Mingi’s neck. “You don’t feel warm, at least. That’s something.”
“No fever, I checked,” Hongjoong said, pointing to the still uncapped thermometer sitting next to the sink.
“Good, hopefully it stays that way. Can I do anything to help?”
“Yeah, would you mind handing me the cup that’s on the counter? I’d get it myself but I’m a little occupied.” Hongjoong’s eyes drifted down to his lap, where Mingi was currently squeezing his hand so hard that the skin was turning white.
“Of course,” Seonghwa said with a fond laugh. “A very important job, I wouldn’t dream of asking you to leave your post.” He leaned over where Hongjoong was sitting to grab the glass of water and handed it to the leader, who placed it on the floor next to him for when Mingi was feeling well enough to drink. “Anything else?” he asked. “Heating pad? Blanket?”
“Mingi-yah? Do you want Hwa to get anything for you?”
“M’okay,” Mingi replied quietly, his voice muffled into the fabric of his pajama pants as he spoke.
Hongjoong looked back up at Seonghwa. “I think we’re all set,” he said, offering the eldest a small smile. “You can go back to Yunho, I got things handled in here.”
“Oh, he’s fully knocked out already. I woke him up to eat a little bit so he could take another dose of meds since his fever was back up, but he fell asleep again right after. I’m hoping he’ll stay out til morning, he seemed exhausted.”
“Well, in that case, why don’t you go back to bed? There’s no use in both of us being sleep deprived, I’m sure it’s not gonna be long before someone else is down.” Hongjoong felt bad about phrasing it like that, not wanting to make Mingi feel like he was being a burden by keeping him awake, but he also knew that Seonghwa probably wasn’t going to go to sleep unless he thought it would benefit someone other than himself.
"Are you sure?" Seonghwa asked. "I really don't mind staying…”
“Go, Hwa, we’re good,” Hongjoong insisted, raising his foot and using it to lightly nudge Seonghwa towards the door.
“Okay, okay, I’m going,” Seonghwa relented. “Feel better, Mingi-yah,” he called on his way out, receiving another grunt of acknowledgement from the rapper.
He had just closed the door and started to walk back down the hall towards his own bedroom when he heard a painful sounding cough, followed by Hongjoong’s soft words of encouragement: “Just let it out, Minki, you’ll feel better soon.”
hey could i request an emeto xdinary heroes one where jooyeon gets sick and junhan kind of panics because hes super shy but ends up comforting him?
This is my first time writing for Xdinary Heroes. I hope you enjoy. I apologize for the long wait! =)
(tw emeto)
Sickie: Jooyeon
Caregiver: Junhan
Jooyeon p.o.v
I rolled over in bed for the fifth time that night. My stomach had started to hurt a little bit earlier in the day. I had assumed that I was just hungry and had grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen. The small amount of food sat heavy in my stomach, and with each passing minute I began to regret it more and more as my stomach continued to turn with each minute. Curled in a ball, my knees brought up to my chest, taking slow deep breaths, swallowing slowly, and nervously. The bile burning my throat, when my final attempt to swallow was just too much, my entire body rejected the feeling. I gagged, clasping my hand over my mouth, while I tried my best to move quickly to the bathroom, to avoid making a bigger mess, all while trying to avoid making my stomach worse.
I opened the door as quietly as possible, not wanting to bother any of my band mates.
Junhan p.o.v
I woke up feeling very thirsty. I glanced at the clock, seeing it was just past 2:30. I climbed from bed and began walking towards the kitchen, noticing the bathroom light was on. I made a mental note to turn it off when I came back through the hallway. On my way back through, I stopped, but upon doing so I heard a strange sound coming from inside the bathroom, almost like someone was throwing up.
I gently knocked on the door, I heard a soft, whimper sound, but not enough to be able to tell who it was. I knocked again, “can I come in?” I asked nervously. I don’t even know how to take care of a sick person, but I can’t just leave one of my members alone, especially when they are sick. There was no response, only a harsh gag, and the sound of someone throwing up.
I finally just pushed the door open, my heart hurt, and my stomach tensed to see our maknae bent over the toilet, dry heaving, nothing coming out. His skin was pale, and covered with beads of sweat, his eyes were glassy and clouded over.
I stood awkwardly, not even knowing how to react, I had never seen the youngest cry, and yet here he was, bent over, gagging, as tears poured down his cheeks. I nervously stepped closer, the smell was quite overwhelming, I had to almost physically restrain myself from leaving. I gently placed a hand on his back. “Joo, I don’t think you’ve got anything left in you to throw up.” he whimpered. “it hurts”
“I know, I’m sorry” I knelt down next to him, not even knowing if I was being helpful, or just upsetting him more. He hiccuped over a sob, and grabbed his stomach, and lurched over the toilet, and another shocking wave poured past his lips, I cringed, and looked away, but I kept my hand on his back, rubbing (hopefully) comforting circles on it. It became an almost endless cycle, he would finish, but continue to cry, and eventually it would just be too much for his overly sensitive stomach.
Eventually the maknae leaned away from the toilet, and into my chest, “I’m done now” his voice hoarse and raw from the amount of times he had been sick. “do you want to go lay down?” I kept my arms wrapped around the younger, gently playing with his hair, noticing how warm he was. I felt him nod against my chest. “bed or couch?” he spoke, the words muffled into my sleep shirt. “what was that”
“couch, I don’ wanna bother anyone” I shook my head, even though the youngest was sick, he still thought of others. “you won’t bother anyone” he shook his head. “couch” he repeated. “alright, can you stand?” he nodded. I unwrapped my arms, and let him take his time climbing out of my lap, and moving to a stable sitting position. Eventually standing, using the counter and my hand to support himself. He leaned against the wall, as I stood up myself.
“go lay down, I’ll be there in a few minutes” he nodded, and moved slowly to the living room, I watched him, just to be sure he was okay. I couldn’t help the yawn that slipped past my lips. I was tired, and in all honesty, I just wanted to go back to bed, maybe I could wake up one of the other members, it would be their “problem” but the more I thought about it and considered it, the more guilty I felt. I can’t just leave the maknae to suffer, and then dump him on someone else. I felt too bad. So I splashed some water on my face, and grabbed a bucket, the thermometer, and went to join the maknae in the living room.
By the time I got there, he was asleep, blanket tossed to the floor. I smiled softly, and gently covered him up with the blanket. And allowed him the couch, while I dozed off in a chair nearby.
The next morning I woke up to someone moving around. I opened my eyes partially, and I saw Gunil sitting on the couch next to Jooyeon, checking the youngest’s temperature. “does he have a fever” I asked once it beeped. The two of them flinched at my voice. “a small one, how do you feel?” he asked the youngest. “better than last night”
“have you thrown up since then” I asked stretching. Gunil’s face changed to a look of surprise. “you threw up?”
“yeah, in the middle of the night”
“is that why Junhan is with you?”
“yeah, last night when I was sick, he came in and took care of me” The youngest said, laying back down in bed, looking already half asleep.
Gunil turned to me, “how’d you do it?”
“honestly, I don’t even know, I just started to take care of him, I just did what I felt needed to be done.” I spoke quietly, to not disturb the youngest, who seemed to have fallen back asleep.
“you did a great job” the leader said smiling. “thank you”
Jungsu starts acting uncharacteristically snappy, which puts his group on edge until they can figure out why...
No one’s POV.:
The mood was tense as Gunil announced they’d need to do another run-through the song they were currently practicing. Somehow, it wasn’t going well today and Jungsu was barely hiding his annoyance. He had already snapped at Jiseok earlier when the younger had made a mistake, which had come as a shock to the entire group because he wasn’t know to get angry easily if at all. Hyeongjun ended up so nervous of making a mistake and earning the same treatment that he promptly messed up his guitar solo. He was lucky enough to only get a glare from Jungsu but the sentiment behind the glare was enough to leave his fingers shaky for the next couple of minutes, which resulted in him playing off beat, making it even harder for the group.
Realizing the members were spiraling, Gunil called for a break and instructed: “Go walk around the building for a few minutes, have some water, maybe grab a snack. Just get out of here and clear your heads, so we hopefully won’t feel so stuck afterwards.” While most of the members were eager to escape the tense atmosphere and also treat themselves to a snack to soothe their nerves, Jungsu stayed behind. He didn’t seem to be happy about the break at all and seeing that their dongsaengs had left and they had a minute to themselves, Gunil decided to approach him about his attitude. Before the leader could though, Jungsu spoke up: “Why did you call a break, hyung?” – “Because we were stuck”, the oldest replied calmly, “We were only making more mistakes the longer we kept going.” Jungsu huffed a frustrated sigh at that, muttering something about having to get one’s shit together.
His comment hadn’t been loud enough for Gunil to hear it clearly but he could guess. “What is up with you?!”, the leader frowned, “I get that you’re frustrated, believe me, we all are. Being moody and snapping at everyone isn’t going to help though. If you’re attitude stresses our dongsaengs out, it’ll only distract them further and lead to more mistakes. Patience, okay? Let’s regain our focus and try again.” – “Fuck patience, I wanna go home”, Jungsu mumbled, heading towards the door. He wasn’t paying much attention though and his foot caught in a wire, tripping him.
Gunil’s heart stopped for a moment when his dongsaeng crashed to the ground completely out of nowhere. For Jungsu it seemed to have been the last straw though. His eyes filled with angry tears and reached for his foot to free himself from the wire but almost knocked over his keyboard in the process. Gunil was already by his side, catching his wrist to stop him from knocking anything over. “Did you hurt yourself?”, the leader worried when he noticed the unshed tears in his dongsaeng’s eyes. Shaking his head, Jungsu messily scrubbing at his face while Gunil freed his foot. Taking a seat next to the younger, Gunil sighed: “Seriously, what’s up?” – “I-I”, Jungsu stammered, realizing that this was probably the only chance he’d get to talk to his hyung alone, “I don’t know. Don’t really feel good.”
They sat in silence for a bit, Jungsu resting his head on Gunil’s shoulder. “My head hurts like crazy”, he eventually admitted, voice a little shaky, “It’s not that I feel sick or anything but I’m exhausted and kinda lightheaded. It’s so loud when we practice and I can’t take it. I just wanna get it over with.” Before the leader could reply, the other members filed back into the practice room, a little confused as to why their two eldest were sitting on the floor. Gunil discreetly felt Jungsu’s temperature, pretending to caress his cheek before getting up and offering the other a hand. Though Jungsu had no fever, he swayed for a moment after being pulled to his feet, his face paling. Jooyeon noticed it too, reaching for his hyung’s elbow to steady him.
Gunil got Jungsu settled in a chair, not trusting him to remain on his feet while he searched his bag for painkillers. Rummaging through his bag, the leader asked: “You skipped breakfast this morning. Do you have anything with you to eat before taking the pill?” Jungsu weakly shook his pounding head before dropping it into his hands. Standing next to him, Jooyeon comfortingly rubbed his back while the other members finally understood why their friend was acting so out of character and scrambled to share their snacks. That was how Jungsu ended up with the healthy meal of a few crackers, a handful of trail mix and a granola bar. “’m sorry for being snappy”, he mumbled, massaging his forehead. Handing him his water bottle, so he could rinse down the medicine, Jiseok breathed: “Apology accepted, hyung, but why didn’t you say you weren’t feeling well? Would’ve been easier for all of us if we could understand what was going on.” The older just shrugged. He wasn’t really sick, so why should he mention having a down day? Everyone had those, so no reason to whine about it.
Jungsu knew they needed to continue their practice soon if they wanted to go home but it was so pleasantly quiet after the members had settled down. “You know, you can go home if you aren’t up to practicing right now”, Gunil hummed, hesitant to resume their practice session knowing how much the noise was aggravating his dongsaeng’s headache. Shaking his head the younger insisted: “The medicine should be kicking in soon. Practice isn’t the same if it doesn’t include all instruments.” The leader couldn’t argue with that, so he decided: “We’ll take ten more minutes, try to relax a bit because it can take half an hour for the pill to kick in. No need to torture you unnecessarily.” Jungsu wanted to argue but Jooyeon had started to knead the muscles at the back of his neck and shoulders, trying to release some tension there, while Seungmin went to get some coffee and the older realized he might just be able to get through the remainder of the day, which could’ve been a lot easier had he spoken up about his struggle earlier.
Sequel to "Prepare For Trouble and Make it Double" (but can be read as a stand alone)
SICKIE: Yunho
CARETAKERS: Mingi & Seonghwa
SUMMARY: Mingi and Seonghwa take care of a feverish Yunho.
WORD COUNT: 2,704
TW: minor (non-graphic) descriptions of vomit
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NOTE: Holy shit, I did not mean for it to take me this long to re-edit and repost the first chapter, but it was just not flowing the way I wanted it to. I was gonna wait until the next chapter was done and post them both at the same time, but since this rewrite already took me so long, I wanted to just get it up. Hopefully Chapter 2 won’t give me as much trouble and will be up (relatively) soon!
It had been, without a doubt, the roughest start to a break that any of the members had ever experienced. The whole group had almost an entire week off before their next schedule was planned, and everyone had been looking forward to having some time to kick back, relax, and just hang out together without having any work obligations to tie them down. None of them had been anticipating that their peaceful, laidback Saturday would be interrupted by not one, but two of the members getting violently sick, Yunho having unexpectedly thrown up on Mingi after falling asleep with what he’d assumed was just a run-of-the-mill stomach ache, and Mingi immediately having followed suit due to his own predisposition to sympathetic vomiting.
The group’s large gray sectional that had been the center of many a movie night, gaming tournament, and cuddle session ultimately became collateral damage in what Jongho had so eloquently dubbed “Pukemageddon,” and the several hours that followed had been an absolute whirlwind of feverish tears, guilty apologies, and an abundance of cleaning supplies to try and tackle the various messes that had ended up spread out across the couch and the surrounding floor.
While things had calmed down significantly by late afternoon, everyone was still feeling pretty on edge from the sudden turn of events, so instead of hanging out together in the living room like they usually would, most of the members decided to head back to their own rooms to decompress for a bit before it was time for dinner. The only ones who remained in the common area were Wooyoung, who had taken it upon himself to prepare some juk for Yunho to eat when he woke up, and Jongho, who sat at the kitchen counter to keep Wooyoung company while he cooked.
“Hyung, I know you feel bad, but don’t you think that’s a little… much?” Jongho gestured towards the massive pot that was simmering on the stove.
“You don’t understand, dude, he cried! Like real tears. It was awful!” Wooyoung whined, setting down the spoon he’d been using to stir the rice and making his way across the kitchen to grab a bottle of sesame oil from one of the cabinets. “It’s the least I can do to make it up to him.”
Since Seonghwa had forbidden anyone but himself and Hongjoong from entering the sick members’ room, Wooyoung’s usual approach of apology cuddles had instead been shifted into an apology meal; while he knew Yunho likely wouldn’t have much of an appetite still, he figured that having something simple and comforting readily available would at least make the task of eating a little easier on his friend.
“I know, hyung, I was there,” Jongho replied with a slight roll of his eyes. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t cook for him, but that’s literally enough food to feed like ten people. Do you expect him to eat all of that?”
“No, but I mean… come on, there’s no way we’re gonna make it through the rest of the weekend without someone else going down. I’m just being proactive.”
Jongho grimaced. “Don’t even put that out into the universe, you’re gonna jinx us.”
***
Seonghwa had just left his bedroom and was about to head to the kitchen to make himself a snack when he felt his phone begin to vibrate. He pulled the device out of his pocket and saw the screen lit up with a series of texts from Mingi.
3:58pm Baby Chicken 🐣: hyung
3:59pm Baby Chicken 🐣: please come quick
3:59pm Baby Chicken 🐣: i need help
“Ah, shit,” Seonghwa muttered under his breath, picking up his pace and hurriedly making his way towards his dongsaengs’ room to see what was going on.
From the urgency in Mingi’s words, he was fully expecting that Yunho had thrown up again, or was at least about to, and he braced himself for another disaster before opening the door. Much to his surprise, however, not only was Yunho not actively vomiting, but the dancer appeared to still be fast asleep, his head resting on Mingi’s lap and his arms pulled close to his chest as he contentedly snored away. Mingi himself was obviously awake, given that he’d just been texting, but as far as Seonghwa could tell, he also seemed to be fine.
“Mingi-yah? What’s going on?” Seonghwa called, making his way over to the side of the bed.
Mingi’s head snapped up from where he’d been looking at his phone, his eyes filled with a desperate plea. “Hyung,” he hissed out through gritted teeth. “I have to pee so badly.”
“Okay? And what’s stopping you?” Seonghwa asked softly, reaching a hand down to pet Mingi’s hair. He was a bit caught off guard by the unexpected answer, but clearly something was going on if the younger had felt the need to ask for help.
Mingi wordlessly looked down at Yunho, then back up at Seonghwa, as if it was obvious.
“Aish, pabo, you didn’t need to do that, you know he would’ve fallen right back asleep after,” Seonghwa chided, biting his lip to keep from laughing. Leave it to Mingi to be so worried about his best friend that he'd rather risk having an accident than dare disturb his sleep.
“But he looked so comfy, hyung,” Mingi whined. “I thought I could wait until he woke up on his own, but it’s been like two hours and now I’m scared that if I try to move him I’m literally gonna pee my pants. Can you please just help me?”
“Okay, okay, hold on a sec.” Seonghwa sat down on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on Yunho’s shoulder, giving it a light shake. “Yunho-yah,” he whispered. “Wake up.”
“Mm?” Yunho mumbled. He rolled over to face Seonghwa, his head shifting off Mingi’s lap and onto the pillow next to them as he did so.
The moment his legs were free, Mingi launched himself off the bed, not even bothering to say anything to either of his groupmates before he rushed out the door. Startled by the sudden movement, Yunho scrambled to sit up, but his limbs were moving faster than his half-asleep brain could keep up with, and he ended up slamming his elbow into the desk beside him in the process.
“Aigoooo,” Seonghwa cooed. “Are you alright? That sounded like it hurt.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” Yunho reassured, waving his hand dismissively; it had honestly been more surprising than painful, and regardless, he was far more concerned with whatever was going on with Mingi than he was anything else. “What happened, is he sick?”
“No,” Seonghwa said with a roll of his eyes. “He just decided that holding his pee until he was about to burst was preferable to waking you up, apparently.”
“Pabo.”
“I know, that’s what I said too. How are you feeling though, any better after your nap?”
Yunho paused for a moment to take stock of his body before responding. “Um, a little bit, I think. My stomach doesn’t hurt as much as it did before, but my head still feels like it’s full of cotton and my legs are super achy.”
“Yeah, that’d be the fever,” Seonghwa said with a sad smile. “You think you’re feeling up to eating a little bit so you can take some meds? Wooyoung made juk.”
“Oh, that’s really nice of him. Tell him I said thanks.” It wasn’t totally unprecedented- Wooyoung loved to cook, and he would often prepare food for the other members when they weren’t feeling well- but it was a thoughtful gesture nonetheless, and one that Yunho didn’t want to take for granted.
“I will,” Seonghwa promised. “He really wanted to come apologize, too, but I told him it’s better if he keeps his distance until you’re not contagious anymore.”
Yunho furrowed his brow in confusion. “Apologize? For what?”
“Oh, he just said something kinda rude earlier, don’t worry about it,” Seonghwa replied, making no further attempt to elaborate; it wasn’t uncommon for Yunho to lose a bit of time when he was running a fever, and Seonghwa didn’t particularly feel like Wooyoung’s unfiltered commentary was a memory worth jogging.
“Wooyoungie says kinda rude things all the time,” Yunho said, still sounding confused. “Was it really that bad?”
“I mean no, not especially, but I think it was less about what he said and more about the fact that he made you cry. He feels terrible about it.”
Yunho’s face fell. “I cried?”
“Sure did.”
“Oh my god, that is so embarrassing.”
“It’s not embarrassing at all. You’re sick, you can’t help it,” Mingi interjected, having caught the tail end of their conversation on his way back from the bathroom. He climbed back onto the bed and pulled Yunho into his arms, completely oblivious to the chaos he’d caused in his haste to leave the room.
“Mingi’s right, Yunho-yah. The fever’s just messing with your emotions a bit. Nothing to be embarrassed about,” Seonghwa reassured. “Now what do you say, can I bring you some juk? I know you’re probably not very hungry, but unless you want to take another bath, I need you to eat something so you can take some fever reducers.”
Yunho’s lip curled involuntarily at the thought of food, but he quickly steeled his expression; as much as he wasn’t thrilled about the idea of putting anything into his still aching stomach, it was better than having his hyung go through the trouble of giving him a second bath just hours after he’d already done so. “No, no bath, I can eat.”
Seonghwa gave a nod of approval and turned to face Mingi. “How ‘bout you, you hungry?”
“I’m starving,” Mingi replied, putting a hand on his stomach for emphasis.
Seonghwa smiled fondly. “Good. You want juk as well, or something else?”
“Juk’s fine, if there’s enough.”
“Trust me, there’s plenty.”
***
Seonghwa returned a few minutes later holding two steaming bowls of juk. He started to pass the larger one to Mingi, before hesitating. “Mingi-yah, do you maybe want to leave the room while Yunho eats? Just in case he starts to feel sick again?”
“I… yeah, I think so,” Mingi said after a moment of thought. “Good idea, hyung.” While Yunho hadn’t thrown up again since that afternoon, he also hadn’t tried to eat or drink anything besides a few sips of water after his bath, so Mingi figured it was probably in everyone’s best interest if he erred on the side of caution, lest they have another mess on their hands.
“You can go eat in my room if you want,” Seonghwa offered, handing Mingi his bowl. “I’ll call you back in once the coast is clear.”
“Okay, thanks hyung. Good luck, Yuyu.”
Mingi made his way over to the other side of the dorm, but instead of going into Seonghwa’s room, like the eldest had suggested, he decided to knock on Hongjoong’s door.
“Come in!” the leader called.
“Hey, hyung,” Mingi greeted, poking his head into the room. “Is it okay if I eat in here?”
Hongjoong looked up from where he was working on his laptop. “Um, sure?”
“Yunho’s eating in our room right now and Seonghwa hyung thought it would be better if I left in case the food makes him feel sick again,” Mingi explained. “He said I could go to his room, but…”
Hongjoong nodded in understanding; Mingi always found it helpful for his anxiety to be around the other members, especially after as rough of a day as the one he’d just had. “Ah, of course, Mingi-yah, no problem,” he said. “Come sit down.”
Mingi dipped his head gratefully and made his way over to Hongjoong’s desk.
“Did you want to talk about anything, or just didn’t want to be alone?” Hongjoong asked, setting his computer down on the bed next to him.
“Just didn’t want to be alone. You can keep working.”
“Okay. Let me know if you change your mind- I’m not doing anything urgent right now, so I can stop whenever.”
Mingi smiled. “Thanks, hyung, I will.”
The two of them sat together in silence for a few minutes, Hongjoong typing away at his keyboard and Mingi scrolling on his phone while he ate, before the leader spoke again: “So, uh… what’s this I hear about you almost peeing your pants?”
***
Luckily, Yunho managed to eat without too much trouble, and after waiting about twenty minutes to make sure he didn’t start feeling nauseous again, Seonghwa returned him to Mingi’s care, urging them both to continue resting. The remainder of the evening passed rather uneventfully, and by bed time, Seonghwa had decided that Yunho’s fever had remained low enough that he wouldn’t need to be supervised overnight. He gave the younger member a second dose of fever reducers, alongside some tea and another serving of juk, before retreating to his own room for the rest of the night.
Since Yunho had napped on and off for the majority of the day, he wasn’t feeling particularly sleepy, and although Mingi was getting pretty tired himself, he managed to stay awake for another hour and a half before he finally started to doze off.
“Mingi-yah,” Yunho whispered, nudging him in the side.
“Hm?”
“Go brush your teeth before you fall asleep.”
Mingi lifted his head up from where it had been resting against Yunho’s shoulder and lifted his arms up in a stretch. “Kay. Be right back.”
He returned a few minutes later, teeth brushed and face washed, and was about to get back into bed, when suddenly Yunho stuck a hand out, gesturing for him to wait.
Mingi stopped short, holding his own hands up defensively. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Do you need me to get Seonghwa hyung?”
“No no, I’m good, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Yunho apologized, mentally kicking himself for not having realized ahead of time how alarming the sudden movement might come across. “I was just gonna say I think you should sleep in your own bed tonight.”
“What?” Mingi frowned. “Why?”
“Because I’m sweaty, and I’m gross, and my legs are killing me, and I’m probably just gonna be tossing and turning the entire night.”
“Aish, you know I don’t care about any of that, I just wanna make sure you’re okay,” Mingi said, pulling out Yunho’s desk chair so he could sit down without invading his friend’s space.
“I know, and that’s really sweet, but I’m gonna feel terrible if I keep you up all night. Plus, I’ll sleep better too if I don’t have to worry about kicking you every time I roll over.”
Mingi let out a sigh of resignation. “Alright, fine,” he conceded. “But you have to promise you’ll wake me up if you start to feel worse, okay? Seonghwa hyung said your fever might spike while you’re sleeping, so you need to tell me if something feels wrong.”
“I will, I promise,” Yunho replied. He took one of Mingi’s hands in his own and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Mingi returned the gesture with a small smile. “Do you need anything before I lay down?” he asked. “Water? Some more tea?”
“I think I’m all set on the beverage front, but would you mind helping me to the bathroom? I’m still a little dizzy.”
“Yeah, of course,” Mingi agreed, standing up and holding his hands out to help Yunho do the same. “C’mere, you big gummy worm.”
"Gummy worm?" Yunho echoed in confusion. He took Mingi’s offer and pulled himself up, wobbling a bit as he did so.
"Yeah, cause you always get all floppy when you’re sick. You know, like a worm.”
Yunho’s lip twitched in amusement. “And where exactly does the gummy part come in?”
“Oh… um… I dunno. I just thought it sounded nicer than calling you a non-gummy worm, I guess.”
“I mean, it definitely does, but you better not let Jongho know there’s another delicious, gelatinous confection in the house. He might try and eat me to remove the competition.”
Mingi let out an incredulous laugh. “What? Is that the fever talking or have you officially just lost your mind?”
I just finished read day 8 & 9 for sicktember and they are so cute
I have had this idea for a while but could never find anyone that wrote about it
So my idea is seungcheol anxiety is so high that day but the member seem to be going wild and don’t really listen to him even the quite kids are acting up that leads to cheol having a really bad anxiety attack in front of them and while trying to comfort him they find out he is also running a bad fever
I know you do amazing in writing this but if you don’t want to that is okay
I hope you have the bestest of days
~ @haifa8796
The Best I Can Do
Fandom: Seventeen
Sickie: S.Coups (fever, anxiety)
Caregiver(s): Hoshi, Woozi
Word Count: 1,492
Notes: I am SO SORRY this took me SO LONG! But I hope this is still appreciated, even though it's late (and it's a little different from the request, this is what the brain created!)
It would be a lie to say that being the leader of a thirteen member boy group was ever easy. But some days were harder than others. Like today.
Seungcheol had overslept, and was jolted awake by the sound of a loud thump and Chan’s ringing laughter. That sound usually brought so much joy to Seungcheol’s life, but today, as his rather late alarm clock, the leader has to quell an impulse to punch the maknae in the face the next time he saw him.
Despite the exhaustion that continued to weigh on him, Seungcheol shot out of bed when he saw the time on his phone screen. Was he waking up too late? Not by a long shot. On a normal work day, his alarm usually went off at minimum one and a half hours before go time, and it was currently just under an hour until then. But Seungcheol’s internal schedule was thrown off, and that was chaotic in a way he didn’t have the mental acuity to process while still shaking off sleep.
The getting ready circus was well under way when Seungcheol was thrown into it. Everyone seemed to have an opinion today. The source of the earlier thump had been Mingyu tripping over his own shoes, and the rapper was still arguing about it with Wonwoo, (and their bickering had probably started prior to the fall, given Chan’s amusement.) Jihoon couldn’t find his favorite practice shirt. Seungkwan had accidentally cut Seokmin in line to brush his teeth, and even though that was solved very quickly, it had involved the loudest member being, well, loud. Jeonghan was in a mood because his hair was in that difficult growing out stage where he couldn’t get it to look ‘right,’ no matter what he did, and sometimes that was too much for him to deal with. Because of that, he’d said something (Seungcheol had yet to figure out what) that had upset Jun, so now Jun was sulking and Minghao was on the warpath.
Seungcheol felt every single word rattling like marbles in his head as he finally pushed his door closed to get changed. He inhaled, long and slow, and held onto the breath. He was off balance, and that needed to change. Fast.
While Seungcheol was pulling on his sneakers, he heard a gentle tap at the door before it opened. “Hyung, have you seen my shoes?” Hansol appeared in the doorway.
“Which ones, Sol?” Seungcheol asked, not looking up as he was nearly done tying his own.
“My dance sneakers.”
Lips quirked to the side, Seungcheol sat up to address his dongsaeng. The sudden movement made the world spin a bit, and the leader blinked to clear his vision, caught off guard but brushing it off as moving too fast for his neck to catch up. Seungcheol exhaled, hands landing on his hips. “I don’t think I’ve seen them, bud. When’s the last time you had them?”
“Yesterday. I wore them home.” Hansol mimicked his hyung, hands finding his hips as he looked off into the distance. “I’m gonna keep looking. Thanks, hyung.” Hansol shot him a thumbs up before disappearing back into the hallway. Seungcheol shook his head as he opened his phone to review the day’s schedule.
And it was a doozy.
Three hours of dance practice in the morning. Two hours of broken up meetings and three more of dance in the afternoon. Solo voice lessons scattered throughout. Multiple members had solo or duo engagements throughout the day.
Yeah. It was going to be a rough one.
*
Seungcheol hadn’t realized how rough the day would be until an hour in. Today’s dance practice felt… off. As the track on the stereo came to a dramatic end, with sweat dripping down his entire body, clothes stuck to his skin in a way that made every inch prickle, the leader waited all of three seconds in his final pose before deflating with a gasping breath. His heartbeat echoed in his ears.
But not loud enough to drown out the immediate chatter of his team.
Seungcheol didn’t usually notice the overlapping noise, not like this. Soonyoung doling out corrections and critiques, members asking clarification questions, some members breaking off and reviewing choreo separately, some members goofing around for the hell of it. And quite loudly at that. Everyone talking all at once, mixed with the sounds of shoes squeaking and music playing from multiple devices, all of it echoing right back from the walls. It was… too much.
Unable to handle it today, Seungcheol removed himself from the situation. No one said a word as the leader walked to the door of the practice room and disappeared into the hallway. It was normal enough for a member to step out for a phone call, or run to the bathroom, or even just take a breather in a new space. But it wasn’t usual, Seungcheol realized, for his ears to still be ringing this badly. Or for his vision to… waver like this. It was making him dizzy, the noise and the blur and the lights and the… all of it. Back pressed against the wall, Seungcheol pressed trembling fingers against his forehead, suddenly assaulted with a throbbing pain throughout his head.
Seungcheol’s heart began to pound in his chest. What was this? What was happening to him? Even with his eyes closed, the room still felt like it was tilting dangerously from one side to the other. His ears wouldn’t stop ringing. His skin was beginning to feel too tight. He…
“Cheollie?!”
Seungcheol’s eyes flew open. He was, somehow, on the floor, back abasing the wall and knees pulled to his chest. Soonyoung was kneeling before him, face inches away from the leader’s. Jihoon stood behind him, watching attentively. “What’s wrong, Coups?” the producer asked.
“I… I don’t know,” Seungcheol began, tone very matter of fact. He swallowed, searching for the words to describe what he was feeling. “After the last run I just felt… overstimulated, and I needed some air, but when I came out here, it just got… worse.”
Soonyoung frowned as Jihoon asked, “Overstimulated how? Noise? Light? Touch?”
“All of it? I think mostly noise, but I’ve also got a bit of that ‘I want to claw my skin off’ feeling.”
Soonyoung nodded sympathetically as he reached both hands forward, gently brushing Seungcheol’s bangs away from his face. As soon as he’d completed the motion, though, the performance leader immediately paused, his face screwing up into an expression of confusion. He grabbed Seungcheol’s face in both of his hands, not enough to hurt, but not gentle either.
“Hyung, I think you have a fever.”
“Huh?”
“Jihoonie?” Soonyoung peeked over his shoulder. The vocal leader stepped forward and pressed a hand against Seungcheol’s forehead.
“Yeah, that feels elevated. And not in the dance practice kinda way,” Jihoon confirmed, reaching for his phone. “Did this really just start now, hyung?”
“I mean… yes,” Seungcheol said around a laugh of disbelief. “And I…” He paused, considering. “I feel fine otherwise. No other clear symptoms. Except…” he placed a hand to his chest, “my heart’s beating real hard right now.”
Soonyoung’s hand moved to rest over Seungcheol’s chest. “Yeah it is.” He pursed his lips. “Maybe it’s stress, then? Maybe your anxiety’s working overtime?”
Seungcheol shrugged. “Why would it, though? I’d get it if we were on a comeback crunch or tour schedule, but a stress fever in the middle of regular times? Feels off to me.”
“Hey, the human body’s a finicky fucking thing,” Jihoon replied, voice soft despite the language. “And we’re not the easiest group to manage, even on a regular day.” He offered both hands out to Seungcheol. “How about I talk to management and see if we can cut your schedule short today? You don’t have to come home, but maybe being somewhere else might help?”
“Somewhere less… member-y,” Soonyoung added as Seungcheol stood with Jihoon’s help.
“Well, that’s not entirely the problem…” They heard a screech through the closed door, followed by cackling laughter. “Okay, maybe part of the problem.”
“It’s okay, hyung, you can admit that we’re the worst sometimes.” Soonyoung clapped Seungcheol on the shoulder with a contrite look on his face. “I know I am usually the ringleader of the problem. I accept this about myself. And, to make up for it, I will personally take responsibility for getting those hooligans back in line today.”
Jihoon snorted. “That’s big of you.”
Seungcheol smiled. “Thanks, guys. I owe you one.”
Jihoon shook his head. “Nah, you cover for us all the time. It’s the least we can do. Now, go somewhere quiet and chill out before your body explodes.” Seungcheol’s smile refused to fade as he watched the practice room door close behind his fellow leaders. Sure, some days were rough. But as long as he had this team by his side, Seungcheol knew nothing could ever be better.
I need to know if any other authors have tips for leaving your work the fuck alone after you publish it. I keep re-reading what I’ve already written and finding things I want to change, and it’s completely sucking the fun out of writing for me & making it feel stressful because nothing ever feels finished :’)
“Anything else?” Chan asks softly, his hand pressing firmly between Changbin’s shoulder blades. They sit on the edge of the bed, Chan anchoring him as Changbin’s head swims through a groggy cloud of pain.
Changbin didn't answer right away. It was impossible given the pain shooting like white-hot lightning behind his eyes. Instead, he leans all his weight onto Chan's side and lets out a soft, shaky gasp. The comforting response was natural, a strong arm weaving its way around the younger man's shoulder.
"You're okay, Binnie. The meds will kick in soon, hmm?" Chan reassures as he continues to hold Changbin to him. The usually strong and stoic rapper was beginning to tip over entirely. "Do you want to lay down?"
A soft grunt. A yes, most likely.
Chan helped Changbin under the covers, smoothing them out with a concerned frown. He was good at slipping into the caretaker role, and for something as common as a migraine, knew exactly the steps to follow. Get them home, drugged up, hydrated, and horizontal. It was an all-too familiar routine for the group. Who could have known the pressure from the busy end-of-year season would trigger a domino effect of brutal migraines? Chan feels like this is the third night this week he'd helped an ailing member get some rest.
Despite the unfairness of the situation, Chan was pleased with what he had managed so far. Changbin was finally out of the studio, after nearly an hour of convincing. It wasn't like he was of much help anyway, hardly able to come up with a single coherent idea in the three hours that 3RACHA had been in there. He had gladly accepted the medicine Chan had offered him, along with downing a glass of water. And that brought them to their spot now in Changbin's bedroom.
"Can you try to get some sleep, Bin?" Chan gently runs his hand through Changbin's hair. "Close your eyes. I'll check on you in a little while." With that reassurance, Changbin obediently closes his eyes. Not quite asleep, but lingering in a half-awake daze. Now the leader was left to watch his dongsaeng struggle with the intensity of the storm in his head.
This was always the hardest part. Chan truly hated watching his members suffer. It felt like a personal failure, that he hadn't tried hard enough to keep them well. But luckily, with a few hours of rest, this should pass. It would be just a bit before Changbin was right as rain again.
~
After a few hours go by, Chan decided on returning to the bedroom to see how Changbin was faring. He was expecting to see him still fast asleep, hopefully on the upswing compared to how awful he was feeling earlier.
That hope immediately turns sour.
"Oh, shit, mate," Chan stammers out upon entering the dark, stifling bedroom. Changbin is lying on his side, the blanket next to him soaked through with vomit. His skin is damp with a thick layer of sweat and he doesn't appear to be awake. His chest rises and falls slowly but surely, a constant reassurance that he is, if nothing else, still breathing.
Chan comes closer and begins by removing the blanket, balling it up and heading off at a jog to throw it in the washer. He returns quickly and resumes his perch at the side of the bed.
"Oh, Binnie," He puts a hand to his member's forehead. Normal, just sweaty. "No fever, that's good." Under the gentle touch, Changbin stirs.
"Mmmph… Channie-hyung?" He mumbles groggily.
"Yeah, it's me. You got sick?" Chan puts a strong hand onto Changbin's shoulder.
"Oh."
The hand moves back and forth in firm, reassuring motions.
"You're all cleaned up, honey. I'm just worried. Head still bad?"
"Yeah."
"Ready to get some more medicine in you? It's about that time."
"Oh. Okay."
At that confirmation, Chan helps Changbin sit up against the headboard. He fumbles in the darkness of the room for the medicine resting on the bedside table, takes out the correct dosage, and hands it over.
Without complaint, Changbin swallows it down, along with several more sips of water.
"Are you nauseous, Bin-ah?" Chan asks, taking the glass and setting it back on the nightstand.
"No. Just… thick."
"Brain fog?"
"That's it."
Chan scoots over so that he can lay next to Changbin. The younger immediately melts back into his side, the haze making him feel uncharacteristically nervous and clingy.
"I'm sorry you feel so rotten, Binnie. I'll stay right here though, if you want me to." Chan reassures with a gentle expression. After a moment of thought, he is met with a simple response.
Note: Did I want to write more? Yes. But I did not, for the sake of getting this out into the world. Maybe I'll write more to it some day, but no promises!
The day had not been good, to say the least.
A power outage overnight meant interrupted alarms for several members, leading to a chaotic morning and delayed arrival at the company building for all. With frustration levels already high, (some embarrassed for the oversleeping, others bitterly resenting those few extra minutes,) reviewing old choreography was a nightmare. Small corrections, forgetting moves or formations, even misplaced eye contact felt like personal attacks. Sharp tongues were quick to lash out, and feelings were hurt on all sides.
Not even lunch had cooled things, as the restaurant had messed up their order, delivering far less food than was necessary.
Now tired, angry, and hungry, afternoon and evening practice had nearly been a wash given how tightly wound all eight members were. Some members were on the brink of war: Wooyoung and Mingi were ready to throttle each other over the last snack pack at the dorm, Jongho had rolled his eyes one too many times for Hongjoong’s liking, San wanted Seonghwa to say something to Hongjoong about all the chaos and ended up giving the eldest the silent treatment when Seonghwa refused. Those who weren’t harboring deep vendettas against anyone (only Yeosang at this point, really, as Yunho was, silently, deeply hurt about the members not keeping up with their choreo practice), were suffocating under the tension.
Everything exploded when they finally returned home.
Despite having the correct food for dinner, despite it being from their absolute favorite takeout place, despite the fact that any one of them could have gone and showered first instead of eating… all eight members ended up sitting together at the table. And it didn’t take long for the yelling to start.
At some point, Hongjoong sank deep into his seat, cradling his head in his hands. How had they gotten here? Of course fights happened. Every single group, no matter how close, fought sometimes. But how had they let resentment like this grow into such a blaze? And how was he supposed to stop it when….
“Hey!” All yelling stopped instantly and six pairs of eyes snapped to a slack jawed, wide eyed Yunho who was pointing back towards the hall. “Um… Yeosang’s throwing up.”
Well, that was one way to stop it.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa exchanged a glance before rocketing out of their seats. Hongjoong followed Yunho’s instructions down the hall while Seonghwa grabbed Wooyoung by the shoulders as soon as the younger man launched forward.
“Wait,” the eldest counseled against Wooyoung’s protests, the sounds of them arguing fading behind Hongjoong as the captain hurried into the bathroom. A pale, shaky Yeosang was sat on the floor, leaning heavily against the wall, evidence of Yunho’s claim unluckily splattered across and around the toilet in front of him.
“Oh, Sangie.”
The performer’s eyes flew open at Hongjoong’s voice. His lips immediately started to tremble. “Hongjoong, I’m so sorry! I didn’t… I couldn’t… I…”
“Sweet boy, it’s okay.” Slipping deftly into captain mode, Hongjoong knelt next to his dongsaeng, brushing back his sweaty hair. “Did this just start?” Yeosang nodded, sniffling violently as fat tears began to roll down his cheeks. Hongjoong clicked his tongue, thumbing those tears away. “No need for that. It’s okay, love.”
“No! I… I, I’m causing problems,” Yeosang whimpered.
“You could never,” Hongjoong reassured gently, keeping his palms around Yeosang’s terrifyingly warm cheeks. “Are you absolutely sure this just started, though? I need answers, Sang. Without answers, I can’t help.”
Yeosang swallowed thickly, nodding his head. “I mean, I felt a little tired today, but with the late alarm I just… I didn’t feel nauseous or anything until dinner. Honest.”
“I believe you, bud. Do you think you’re done?”
“Ummm…” Hongjoong watched Yeosang’s face physically turn green as his eyes slid to the mess around the toilet. “Probably not…”
“Okay. Any chance we can move you out of here before that point so we can clean this up?”
“Uh-huh.” Yeosang swallowed again, way too deliberately for comfort. “That might… help, honestly.”
“Excellent.” Hongjoong pulled Yeosang to his feet, wrapping a careful arm around his waist to guide him to bed. Just as they got to their feet, Seonghwa appeared in the doorway. His eyes swept the damage (Yeosang leaning heavy against Hongjoong, the bathroom beyond.)
“I’m taking him to bed. He doesn’t think he’s done, but that’s not helping,” Hongjoong informed him efficiently.
Seonghwa nodded. “Bucket’s under the sink. Get one of the kids to grab it for you. Fever reducers are…”
“In the cabinet, I know.”
“I know you do. You want me to clean or bring them to you first?”
“Clean, please,” Yeosang cut in. Both MATZ members smiled fondly at him, exchanging a final glance.
“Go rest, Sangie,” Seonghwa said, squeezing the younger man’s shoulder before moving aside to let them through.
After he’d gotten Yeosang changed into clean clothes and tucked into bed with the aforementioned bucket within arm’s reach, Hongjoong closed the door to the performer’s room with the softest click possible. Then he took the few steps into the den, where he met five pairs of concerned eyes. The captain put his hands on his hips. “This is not going to become a thing.”
~
It did, of course, become a thing.
Later that night, at around two in the morning, Hongjoong woke up to an odd feeling in his throat. Sleep clung to him desperately as the emotional stress of the day and taking charge over Yeosang in his sudden illness depleted his energy, and Hongjoong just wanted to fall back into his dreams as soon as possible. He wasn’t thinking. That required too much work. He simply shrugged off his blankets and shuffled to the kitchen, slugging back three full glasses of water. The weird feeling hadn’t fully faded, but it was dulled enough for him to ignore it and fall back asleep… and for his alarm to wake him up to the worst sore throat and most painful cough he’d had in working memory.
Seonghwa, drawn to the horrible, goose-like sound coming from the captain’s room, found Hongjoong futilely attempting to stand up. It took one look at his best friend - cheeks scarlet, hair askew, body hunched in severe pain - for the eldest to declare a state of emergency and called management.
It was not at all surprising that both members had the flu. The timeline was too fast - whatever bug had infected Yeosang had clearly gotten Hongjoong at the same time, as there was (as San and Mingi were very intent on pointing out) no scientific explanation for Hongjoong catching this from Yeosang in a matter of hours… and the group hadn’t had solo schedules for a while…
And it took exactly five days for every member of ATEEZ to admit defeat.
Hello there how are you?? Have you seen ENHYPEN's haunted house video? The first one? (https://youtu.be/3WFhL9WHmD4) around 6:07, Jake says he feels dizzy and doesnt feel good. Can you write something about him feeling sick because of the anxiety of the place (including those lines, please) he squats down because of the dizziness and gets sick and Ni-ki and Heeseung who are with him try to take care of him? Sorry if this doesnt make much sense, I got excited with the video and founding your blog 😁
I hope this is okay! I couldn’t figure out how to end it and I’m sorry it’s short
“Can we go back out? This place is giving me some major anxiety. And I’m still really dizzy.” Jake pleaded.
“Yeah,” Heesung responded, wrapping an arm around Jake’s shoulders, seeing him stumble a bit.
“I think I need to sit down. I feel like I’m about to throw up.” Jake mumbled and NiKi helped him sit on a large rock.
“Put your head between your knees, I promise I’ll help, and take deep breaths.” the PD instructed, “turn off the camera.”
Jake did as he was told, feeling Niki’s hand on his back, Heesung pacing nearby. He was on his third deep breath when his stomach had enough and he gagged, spitting saliva onto the grass. He shuddered as his felt sweat dripping down his neck.
“You’ll be alright Hyung,” NiKi said softly.
“I think I’m gonna puke.” Jake said in English, NiKi looked at Heesung to translate, who did with a worried expression.
“I’ll go get the medical staff.” The producer said,running off.
“Thank you!” Heesung called out.
Jake shuddered again before bending even closer to the ground, vomit spilling past his lips.
“Ohh Jakey” Heesung said softly, pulling himself together enough to sit on his other side.
“I’m sorry.” Jake breathed out.
“You’re ok. Feeling any better?” Heesung asked in English.
Jake opened his mouth to reply but threw up instead, surprising him and his members.
“Just let it out.” Heesung said, wincing.
“You don’t have to be here you know.”
“You’re no Good to me dead.” Heesung joked.
Jake hummed and leaned against NiKi, just exhausted, looking up as he heard footsteps coming toward the trio.
“I heard you got sick. What’s going on.” The medical staff member asked, sliding to the spot that Heesung had previously occupied.
“That place just made me super anxious and dizzy. And I just got super Nauseous all of a sudden. It happens when I’m really anxious. It can be problematic.” Jake admitted. “I think I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?” She responded, putting a thermometer on his forehead and checking his pulse.
“I think he’ll be alright.” NiKi added. “We’re almost done and we will keep an eye on him.”
“His pulse is a bit high. But the dizziness probably caused the nausea. How many times did he throw up?”
“I think three.” Heesung responded.
“How much water have you had today?”
“Uhh not much.”
“Drink this. Don’t chug it though. Are you still dizzy or nauseous?” She asked, handing him a bottle of water.
“Still a bit dizzy.” Jake admitted.
“We should get him back to the filming site so he can lay down.” She announced.
“I can carry him.” A manager suggested.
“I can walk.” Jake argued.
“Will you carry him back?” She said.
“I have had to carry these kids and others before I’ll be fine.”
“I’m legally an adult.” Jake grumbled, getting on the managers back.
“Not with that attitude.” Heesung joked.
“For gods sakes hyungs. He must be feeling alright if he’s griping like this.” NiKi said as the group made their way back.
“What happened?” Jungwon asked, seeing Jake getting a piggyback ride from the manager.
“The haunted house spooked him out too much and he threw up.” NiKi summarized.
“Not exactly but whatever.” Jake grumbled, sliding down.
“Noona?” Jungwon asked.
“He’s still dizzy, and his heart rate is a bit high, he needs to lay down and drink that bottle of water. He should be okay.”
“Where should he lay down? I don’t think the stylists would like him on the ground.” Jungwon asked.
“Well I have a cot. So I was going to pull it out.” The Medical staff said with a smile.
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“Why do you have a cot? And why is Jake getting on it? Wait. What’s wrong with him. Is he okay?” Jay asked, walking over.
“Protocol.” She responded
“The haunted house was too much for him and he got really anxious and dizzy and he threw up.” Heesung explained.
“Oh. He’ll be okay right?”
“Yes I’ll be fine. Just let me rest. There are too many people.” Jake grumbled.
Are you still taking requests for SuperM? Could you write about a sick Taemin?
Whumptober #7: Shaking hands
Lucas is not mentioned! Although I do believe he was framed.
Taeyong woke up from a call, immediately picking it up after checking the caller ID. “Hello? Sunbaenim?”
“Hey, um. I’m really sorry for waking you up.” Onew started, “Taemin texted me that he wasn’t feeling well, and didn’t want to wake anyone up, yet didn’t want to be alone. I was wondering if you could check on him. I’m pretty sure he’s sick to his stomach.”
“Of course. What is he like when sick?” Taeyong asked.
“He tends to play down illnesses yet thrives off of physical comfort. He’s also very emotional, I suggest asking him why he’s upset, as he won’t tell you openly, I promise it calms him down a bit. I don’t want him sick and alone. I need to turn my phone in soon.”
“I’ll check on him. I’ll let you know if he’s ok.”
“Don’t worry about it as I probably won’t get it until tomorrow. I just saw this message and it kinda worried me.”
“What did he say?”
“I’ll just send you the message. I knew I could count on you. Thanks Taeyong. I’ll treat you when I have the chance.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll go check on him. Bye Hyung.”
“Bye.” Jinki responded before hanging up.
Almost immediately, taeyong got a text from Onew.
“Hyung. I don’t know what to do. I just threw up and I don’t want to be alone but I don’t want to wake anyone up, plus I don’t know if I could get very far.”
Taeyong stretched and grabbed his glasses before making his way to Taemin’s room. He paused at the open doorway before peering into his Seniors room, not seeing the dancer in his bed. He took a deep breath and walked in to find him leaning against the wall, whimpering.
“Hey are you alright?” Taeyong asked, frowning at his senior’s sickly complexion.
“Just a stomach bug. I’ll be alright.” Taemin responded, unconvincingly, “What are you doing up?”
“Jinki Hyung called me and said you threw up.” Taeyong responded, walking closer and putting his hand on Taemins forehead.
“Oh. I didn’t think he’d do that.” Taemin admitted, embarrassed, leaning into the NCT leaders touch.
“You’ve got a fever Hyung. Do you still feel nauseous?” Taeyong asked, getting a nod in reply.
“Can I stay or do you want me to go?” Taeyong asked, Taemin patting the spot next to him on the floor in reply.
“Alright I’ll stay, I’ll have to get Baekhyun soon though.” Taeyong responded, guiding Taemin’s head to his shoulder as he gently stroked his back, feeling the Shinee member shake with chills.
They sat there in silence, Taemin’s stomach rumbling before he let out a whimper.
“You’re stomachs real upset. I’m sorry Hyung. Do you want anything.” Taeyong pouted.
“I have water beside my..” Taemin cut off with a sickly burp, “Sorry. Beside my bed.”
“I’ll go grab it. I’ll be back in a second.” Taeyong said.
“Can you bring a blanket too? I can’t stop shivering.”
“Unfortunately that would just make everything worse.” Taeyong responded, his eyes shone with sadness.
Taeyong returned a few moments later but Taemin’s stomach was getting worse and worse, and he knew he was going to be sick sooner or later. He couldn’t help but cry as his stomach cramped harshly and his body started burning up, tell tale signs that he was about to throw up again.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” The purple haired rapper asked, his concerned expression blurred by the hot tears spilling out of his eyes.
“I just really don’t wanna. Puke… again.” Taemin mumbled tearfully, pausing to stifle a yawn turned gag into his hand.
“I know you don’t, Hyung. But you have to get what’s making you sick out of you.” Taeyong said softly, wiping his tears with the pads of his thumbs, “You won’t be alone this time though.”
“I know but…” Taemin said, cut off with a deep gag, shocking both of them.
“Let’s get you closer.” Taeyong said, helping him slide forward as he gagged again, “You’ll be alright.”
Taemin whimpered, his body boiling but his skin freezing cold, an invisible band squeezing his head. A gag tore through him causing him to vomit for the third time that morning. He sat there panting as his stomach contracted again, more sick burning his esophagus as it exited his body. He watched as tears and spit dropped into what was once clear water. He let out a sob before his stomach contracted again.
“What’s wrong, Hyung?” Taeyong asked softly.
He just about pulled himself together, when he was torn back open. It wasn’t Jonghyun rubbing his back. He never will be there to comfort him again. It wasn’t Kibum either or even Jinki. It was Taeyong. The ones who had been there all those years weren’t there. He was with his new members, and he had to be a strong Hyung for them.
“What’s wrong, Hyung? You gotta talk to me.” Taeyong urged.
“Hyungie.” Was all Taemin could manage to get out.
Taemin dragged himself closer until he buried his face in Taeyong’s shirt. Thoughts were swirling in his brain, making him dizzy. Too many to decipher, but many of them were probably best left that way. Strong arms wrapped around him, not the right ones but ones nevertheless.
“It’s alright, hyungie, you’ll be alright.” Taeyong murmured, running his hands through his hair, content to stay there as long as he needed to, even though he felt his legs fall asleep.
Slowly but Surely, Taemin’s sobs tuned into sniffles, and he sat up to blow his nose into a wad of toilet paper, his shaking hands making it far more difficult that it should have been.
"I can't stop shaking. I hate fevers." Taemin whined.
"I don't blame you, I know you are exhausted. I wish there was something I could do, you aren't going to keep medicine down, and a blanket would make it worse."
"Want to take a nap? I think you've got nothing left in you but I'll bring something in case
Taemin nodded, Taeyong helped him stand up, and walk over to his bed, and lay down.
"I'll be right back, okay." Taeyong said, squeezing Taemin's shoulder.
"Okay..." Taemin mumbled sleepily.
Taeyong ran off, first grabbing a damp cloth to put on Taemin's forehead, making sure to wring it out well before placing it on the dozing dancer. He then went to find a container, finding a plastic trashcan in Taemin's bathroom placing it beside the bed.
Now he just needed to tell Baekhyun, he slowly walked over to his and Kai's room, dreading waking him up. It wasn't that he was scared of it, he just didn't want to bother the Byun Baekhyun. For some reason it was still hard to believe he was his leader for the time being.
Now, he was used to being the leader, so it was weird not being the one in charge, He had apologized many times for overstepping, but no matter how many times he was told "it was fine and he did nothing wrong" he still felt awkward.
Eventually he made it to the leader's room and had no choice but to wake him up, the sun was already starting to rise, and he felt bad that the leader may not be able to fall back asleep. His hands shook as he opened the door and made his way towards him.
"Hey, Hyungie?" Taeyong called softly from next to the bed.
"mhh" Baekhyun hummed, "What time is it?"
"Almost 6am, uhh Taemin hyungie has been up sick for the past few hours, I just put him back in bed after he tried to convince me the bathroom floor was an acceptable place for a nap..." Taeyong rambled.
"is he okay? does he need to go to a hospital?"
"No, but can you tell management? i didn't want to overstep..."
"Hey, Calm down, you're so anxious. Is there anything else I can do?"
"Maybe move the evening practice? I don't know how he will feel tomorrow... but management loves to argue so I can do it if I need to..."
"Why don't you go cuddle with Taem, I'll let you know what the plans are, okay?"
"Alright, sorry for waking you up"
"it's alright." Baekhyun said before Taeyong left.
Taeyong went back into the bed with Taemin, after talking to the leader, finding him in the same position as before.
"You're not asleep yet." Taeyong stated,
"I didn't want to be alone..." Taemin said softly, patting the other side of his bed.
"Cuddle time!" Taeyong giggled, gently wrapping his arms around his senior and gently rubbing his tummy until the duo fell asleep.
Baekhyun managed to get them a few days off, but waited to tell them until after their nap as they looked awfully comfortable. He may or may not have sent a picture of the two to the other SHINee members and the rest of Super M....
SUMMARY: Sanha slipping and getting a concussion, which he tries to hide until he can’t anymore.
DESCRIPTION: slipping and hitting their head in the bathroom, concerned member finding them on the floor, lying that they only hurt their wrist out of embarrassment, dizzy and nauseous when trying to stand up but pulling themselves together, rushing to meet rest of members at van, members briefly fretting over their minorly injured wrist, drifting off during the car ride, members worried and trying to figure out what’s wrong after trying to wake them up and finding them barely lucid, unexpectedly leaning out of car to be sick, surprised and increasingly worried members, members realized they’re concussed, taken to the hospital by themselves while rest of group attends schedules, waking up at home later, embarrassed sickie asking if members are mad, reassuring caretaker, attention and fluffy caretaking from whole group
SICKIE: Sanha
CARETAKERS: whole group
BTOB
TITLE: If In the Dark You Lose Sight, Hold My Hand, Have No Fear 🫢😮💨🏥📖
AUTHOR: periwinklemeadow
SUMMARY: Minhyuk getting sick backstage after being fed something he’s allergic to.
DESCRIPTION: unexpectedly sick backstage right after a performance, worried and panicky members, allergic reaction, given EpiPen and taken to the hospital, rest of members finishing perofmance before visiting sickie in the hospital
SICKIE: Minhyuk
CARETAKERS: whole group
EXO
TITLE: Concussion 🤕🫢
AUTHOR: feverishly-kpop
SUMMARY: Chanyeol slipping and getting a concussion during dance practice.
DESCRIPTION: slipping and falling during dance practice, concussion, knocked out, worried members, waking up confused and disoriented, brought home, waking up feeling nauseous and given a bin just in time to be sick , embarrassed sickie, reassuring caretakers
SICKIE: Chanyeol
CARETAKERS: Suho & Xiumin
~
TITLE: 8 Times Oh Sehun Actually Prayed for His Hyungs (5/8) 😵💫
AUTHOR: darl-ingfics
SUMMARY: Kai collapsing during dance practice after forgetting to eat.
DESCRIPTION: unexpectedly collapsing during dance practice, concerned member going over to check on them after they don’t immediately get up, catching them just in time when their arms give out, worried member pulling them onto their lap, lightly scolded for not remembering to eat, taken home early, ficlet
SICKIE: Kai
CARETAKER: Sehun
GOT7
TITLE: Seriously, Bam Bam? 🫢❤️⭐️📖
AUTHOR: xHeyKYJx
SUMMARY: Jackson and Mark looking after Bam Bam when he gets sick from from food poisoning.
DESCRIPTION: getting sick on partner’s shoes after dinner out, concerned partner and friend, helped to the car to be taken home, emotional and guilty sickie, reassuring partner, starting to feel nauseous again in the car, helped sticking their head out the window to be sick, helped into bed once they get home, waking up feeling sick in the middle of the night, member dragging them to bathroom, sick on the floor and again in the toilet, reassuring caretaker, partner switching out in taking care of them, feeling better and able to eat next day
SICKIE: Bam Bam
CARETAKERS: Jackson & Mark
~
TITLE: Undercut 😰📖
AUTHOR: Fuzzball457
SUMMARY: Bam Bam getting so upset over his bad haircut that he gets a nosebleed.
DESCRIPTION: mortified after getting terrible hair cut, other members teasing them once they see it, sickie getting upset and locking themself in the bathroom, unexpectedly getting a nosebleed, worried members unlocking the door to check on them, caretaker fussing over them and helping them get cleaned up, apologetic and comforting members
SICKIE: Bam Bam
CARETAKERS: whole group
IKON
TITLE: (over)HEAT(ed) 🫢📖⭐️
AUTHOR: KamikazeKamz
SUMMARY: Jay unexpectedly getting sick from overheating during a heat wave.
DESCRIPTION: heat wave, members hanging out in living room trying to cool down, calmly walking to the bathroom to be sick, surprised members, checked on by member, lighthearted tone, ficlet
SICKIE: Jay
CARETAKER: B.I.
SF9
TITLE: Shock 😮💨😵💫🏥📖⭐️
AUTHOR: hondansadeensommar
SUMMARY: Chani getting hives and going into anaphylactic shock backstage.
SUMMARY: Key’s appendix bursting after the members write off his sickness as a stomach bug.
DESCRIPTION: waking up with a bad stomach ache, feeling worse on the car ride to schedules, admitting to not feeling well when concerned member notices they seem off, members fussing over them, rushing to pull over when they start to gag, member hurriedly helping them out of the car, comforted through being violently and continuously sick on the side of the road, in pain and collapsing on their side, confused and worried members, helped back into the car, sickie falling asleep after pain suddenly stops during car ride, sitting out while other members practice, waking up disoriented and in pain, worried members trying to figure out what’s wrong, high fever, screaming in pain when member touches their stomach, rushed to the nurse, sick on themselves, taken to the hospital via ambulance, waking up after surgery, members explaining what happened
SICKIE: Key
CARETAKERS: whole group
~
TITLE: Untitled 😵💫📖
AUTHOR: ImpossibleFictions
SUMMARY: Key fainting during dance practice with Onew after forgetting to eat.
DESCRIPTION: helping member practice their dancing, unexpectedly fainting in the middle of routine, worried caretaker catching them just in time, realizing they forgot to eat, wanting to continue but caretaker insisting they don’t, emotional sickie, reassuring caretaker, ficlet
SICKIE: Key
CARETAKER: Onew
~
TITLE: Tummy Bug 😰😖🫢🤒📖
AUTHOR: LittleSpoonSebastian
SUMMARY: Members taking care of embarrassed and emotional Minho when he gets sick from both ends from a stomach bug.
DESCRIPTION: sick from other end, camping out in bathroom, concerned member going to check on them, embarrassed sickie wanting to be left alone, caretaker going to check on them again later, emotional sickie, helped back to bed, sickie crying even more, caretaker reassuring and holding them until they fall asleep, other members concerned when caretaker comes out of room, going to check on them and finding they had an accident in their sleep, sickie crying after finding out what happened, reassuring caretakers, helped getting cleaned up and changed, unexpectedly sick on themselves and the floor, worried caretakers, helped taking meds and getting cleaned up again
SICKIE: Minho
CARETAKERS: whole group
~
TITLE: Post-Adrenaline Puke 🫢🚗📖
AUTHOR: justalittlehoarse
SUMMARY: Onew getting sick in the car after overexerting himself during schedules.
DESCRIPTION: rushing to next schedule after filming, amped up and not feeling well in the car, starting to feel increasingly nauseous, oblivious members, admitting to not feeling well, concerned members fussing over them, trying to insist they’re fine but unexpectedly getting sick on the floor, helped out of the car, excused from rest of schedules
SICKIE: Onew
CARETAKERS: whole group
~
TITLE: A Leader’s Love 😵💫🤒📖
AUTHOR: ImpossibleFictions
SUMMARY: Onew staying to look after Taemin after he unexpectedly collapses backstage from overworking himself.
DESCRIPTION: overworking themselves and neglecting their needs, concerned member checking on them after noticing they seem off after a performance, trying to brush them off but unexpectedly fainting, surprised member catching them and helping them lay down, other worried members gathering around, sickie coming to, taken home to rest, falling asleep on caretaker’s shoulder in car, caretaker worried when they don’t immediately wake up, helped inside, caretaker insisting on staying to watch over them, grateful sickie, falling asleep together
SICKIE: Taemin
CARETAKERS: Onew (+ some from rest of group)
~
TITLE: Shaking Hands 🫢🤒😰
AUTHOR: sickiecloud
SUMMARY: Onew calling Taeyong to take care of Taemin when he comes down with a stomach bug.
DESCRIPTION: leader calling other member of other group to check up on sickie, camping out on bathroom floor with them, comforted through being sick again, emotional sickie missing their members, caretaker trying to comfort them, helped back to bed, caretaker waking up unit leader to fill them in, going back to bed to cuddle sickie until they fall back asleep, group crossover [NCT 127 / SuperM]
SICKIE: Taemin
CARETAKER: Taeyong
THE ROSE
TITLE: It’s the Middle of the Night, Why Are You Up? 🥴
AUTHOR: fairyniceyeah
SUMMARY: Dojoon finding exhausted and sick Hajoon in the living room in the middle of the night.
DESCRIPTION: other member waking up and unexpectedly finding them in the living room in the middle of the night, accidentally kicking bucket and realizing they’ve been sick, exhausted and emotional sickie after not having been able to sleep, taken to caretaker’s bed to try and sleep, given meds, snuggling together in bed
SICKIE: Hajoon
CARETAKER: Dojoon
~
TITLE: Bedridden 🫢⭐️
AUTHOR: fairyniceyeah
SUMMARY: Taegyeom sick with a stomach bug and members staying up all night to take care of him.
DESCRIPTION: member coming into sick member’s room to check on them, sickie having been up sick all night with other member looking after them, other member coming to check on them as well, still exhausted and weak but seemingly done being sick, joking banter, member going to change and coming back to them about to be sick again, concerned members, sick in bin, soft caretaking, snuggling together in bed
SICKIE: Taegyeom
CARETAKERS: whole group
UP10TION
TITLE: Panic in the Bathroom 😰🫢
AUTHOR: itsoktobeconfused
SUMMARY: Insecure Wooseok calling a friend for help when he starts to get sick from anxiety during a survival show.
DESCRIPTION: on a survival show, experiencing their usual stage fright before a performance, insecure and lonely sickie feeling out of place with other contestants, feeling sick and running to the bathroom after performance ends, painfully unable to be sick for a long time, exhausted and overwhelmed sickie, calling friend for help, friend finding them having a panic attack on the bathroom floor and guiding them through it, caretaker bringing them water in an attempt to help them be sick, finally able to be sick after drinking water, confessing to friend about their insecurities, comforting and reassuring caretaker, group crossover [ATEEZ]
Soonyoung sniffled, recovering from yet another sneeze. “What?”
Seokmin walked backwards out of the hotel room kitchenette until he could meet Soonyoung’s eyes, spoon held precariously in his hand. “That means I get to curse you next time.”
Soonyoung scoffed. “Those aren’t the rules.”
“Are too.”
“Shut up.”
Seokmin laughed to himself as he moved back to the kitchenette, dishing up three bowls of the instant rice. He set the third bowl aside, picking up two as he moved back into the bedroom portion of the hotel room.
Soonyoung was still sitting up, looking pitiful, waiting for him. Seungkwan was still fast asleep, curled up on his side, looking young and fragile in one of Seokmin’s hoodies.
It had seemed unfortunate timing when both Soonyoung and Seungkwan had showed signs of a cold straight off the plane from Korea. But when they arrived at the hotel in the town where they were filming their next MV, they’d learned that a storm was approaching that would set filming back a day or two, maybe three if the ground was still wet or the sea too high. Their manager was assured that everything was fine, just set back a day or two. And then the permits for their filming venue were delayed. Once again, everything was fine, just on a delay.
It was almost like Mother Nature was a BSS fan, and purposefully gave them the time to rest and recover.
A harsh gust of rain spattered against the window pane, drawing both men’s attention as Seokmin held out one of the bowls to Soonyoung.
“Thank god filming got delayed,” Soonyoung grumbled, staring at the window as he begrudgingly accepted the rice and took a bite.
“Can you imagine trying to film in this?” Seokmin asked, pulling the chair from the desk neck to the bed and kicking his feet up on the bed, tapping Soonyoung’s toes with his own.
“Honestly, could be fun,” Soonyoung answered thoughtfully. “A lot of shenanigans could ensue.”
Seokmin nodded. “Mingyu would slip and get covered in mud.”
Soonyoung snorted, shaking his head. “And then Jeonghan would push someone else down with him. If he hadn’t pushed Mingyu in the first place.”
“We would probably be screaming back at the thunder.”
“Jun-ah would’ve started that…” Soonyoung snapped in agreement, mouth full of rice. “Would suck if someone got hurt, though.”
“Or sick.”
Seokmin leveled him a sarcastic look. “Good thing you’ve already ticked that box for us.”
Soonyoung rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to quip back, but was cut off by a whimper from Seungkwan. Both Soonyoung and Seokmin’s attention snapped to their youngest member, watching as he squirmed a bit, his face wrinkling with discomfort. With one final whimper and a deep sigh, Seungkwan went still again, one hand now curled under this chin. Still asleep.
Seokmin pouted his lower lip. “Poor baby.” He turned his pout towards Soonyoung. “You too.” He cuffed the dancer under the chin.
Soonyoung huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. I ate my dinner, can I have my drugs now?”
Laughing himself, Seokmin nodded, moving to grab the convenience store bag containing the medicine the manager had grabbed for them. He opened the box, ripped apart a pill packet and brought it back over to the bed. It took him a minute to open the packet, the wrapper extra sticky. But it wasn’t all that long until the pills were in Soonyoung’s hand, and he was able to throw them back.
“Fantastic,” Seokmin commented, picking up Soonyoung’s empty bowl. “Now you get to sleep too. Let your body rest.” Soonyoung simply nodded, shifting to lay down too. He paused, coughing roughly, before fully settling under the covers. Seokmin carded his fingers through the older man’s hair. “Rest, hyung.” Soonyoung simply nodded, eyes slipping closed.
Seokmin grabbed his own bowl, and started moving back to the kitchenette.
A small yet genuine smile stretched on Soonyoung’s lips. “You’re a good friend.”
Seokmin mirrored his smile. “So are you.”
*
Filming went better than expected. After two more days of waiting for permits and paperwork, not only were Soonyoung and Seungkwan back on their feet, but the world had dried from the storm’s downpour. The little seaside town was in its full glory, and every shot felt perfect. Nothing needed more than two takes, and they only took most of those two for angle options.
There was only one snafu.
At the time, it was hysterical when Seokmin fell into the water. He, of course, made a huge show of it, arms wheeling back. The side actor hadn’t meant to push him that hard, hadn’t calculated on him slipping backwards, tumbling into the harbor. Thankfully the water was deep enough to break his fall, but not dangerously deep. Still, Seokmin hadn’t been expecting it, and had felt the rush of the water into his mouth, his nose, his eyes, panic setting in momentarily. But his body knew what to do; his arms and legs kicked, and his head was above the surface in a matter of seconds, gasping against the water that had tried to invade.
And then he was laughing, the rest of the cast and crew laughing too because he was.
The director even said they might end up using part of that clip in the video. And that made Seokmin smile.
What didn’t make him smile was the ache he felt in his throat when he woke up midflight on their way home. He’d fallen asleep right after the plane had reached cruising altitude, and despite the relaxation of the nap, Seokmin could tell that something was undeniably off. He swallowed once, twice. The discomfort didn’t lessen at all. He took a sip of water. Then another. Then a third. Nothing helped.
At that point, he got up and walked over to Soonyoung, who was tapping away at a game on his phone, looking up at Seokmin with a bright smile.
“Any chance you packed any of those cold meds in your carry on?”
Soonyoung frowned. “Oh noooo…”
“Is that an ‘oh no, I didn’t pack them,” or an ‘oh no, you’re sick?’”
“The second one.” Soonyoung grabbed his bag from under the seat in front of him, and started rummaging around. “What’s wrong?”
“My throat hurts.”
“Yeah, that’s usually how it starts. Are you absolutely sure it isn’t just airplane air?”
“Yes. I’ve run a lot of tests.”
“A real scientist.” Soonyoung held out a blister pack of pills. “Hopefully we can stop it early?”
Seokmin accepted the pills. “Hopefully.”
Hopefulness was not enough. While the meds from Soonyoung had helped Seokmin fall asleep for the remainder of their flight, he woke up feeling worse than before. His throat wasn’t just sore; it hurt. His head was throbbing. His limbs ached. So did his chest.
Well. Shit.
*
The rest of Seventeen was already collected at the studio when the BSS members arrived directly from the airport. The decision had been made weeks ago, and while he’d agreed to the idea at the time, Seokmin seriously regretted it now. Curse past him! How dare he not consider that he might be deathly ill upon returning to Seoul?
Seokmin certainly felt like death warmed over. Since getting off the plane, his symptoms had only worsened. Specifically a cough no amount of water or lozenges could stave off for long. Soonyoung, and now Seungkwan, kept shooting him worried glances, and had forced meds and cuddles upon him on the ride over (which he had, admittedly, not turned away.)
And, for perhaps the first time ever, Seokmin wasn’t thrilled when his members cheered upon their entrance into the studio.
They were bombarded with hugs, slaps on the back, questions. The cacophony of voices made Seokmin’s head spin. Damn… this sucked.
“How was filming?” Jeonghan asked, voice slightly louder and thus commanding all side conversation to cease. Not full attention was on the trio. Which was, of course, the moment Seokmin’s lungs decided to rebel against him. He bent over coughing, harsh and gross sounding, (at least to him,) arm pressed against his face.
“Sounds like a blast,” Jihoon joked.
A hand rubbed at Seokmin’s back as the coughing subsided. A water bottle was pressed into his hands.
“You okay?” Seungcheol asked.
“Um, kinda?” Seokmin replied.
Mingyu wrapped his arms around Seokmin from behind, resting his cheek against the vocalists head. “Airplane germs?”
“No. Dumbass germs.” Seokmin jerked his head towards Hoshi and Seungkwan.
“Hoshi-hyung and I got sick as soon as we got to that filming site, and Kyeomie took such great care of us, but it appears that he may have caught it,” Seungkwan explained contritely, holding onto Seokmin’s arm comfortingly.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Joshua’s hand found its way to Seokmin’s back, rubbing up and down soothingly. Mingyu offered him a fresh water bottle, which Seokmin took gladly.
“Babe, why don’t you go home?” Wonwoo suggested, his fingers playing soothingly with the hair at the nape of Seokmin’s neck.
“Can’t. We’ve missed so much group practice…”
“We’ll be fine, and you will catch up.” Seungcheol placed his hands on Seokmin’s shoulders, gently commanding his attention. The look on the leader’s face was gentle, understanding. It made Seokmin want to cry. “Go home. Take a nap. Let your body heal. Then, when you come back, you’ll be even more effective.”
Seokmin had, in fact, teared up. “Hyung, I love you.”
“Love you more.” Seungcheol pulled Seokmin into a quick hug, patting him on the back before pulling away and signaling to their manager. “Enjoy your rest.”
*
At first, Seokmin had been happy to have the dorm to himself. The peace and quiet had been heavenly after so many days of sharing a room. Sure, he loved Soonyoung and Seungkwan, but being in such close quarters with anyone was exhausting after a time. So he’d relished the feeling of taking a shower without worrying about someone else needing the bathroom and drinking three whole glasses of water without anyone interrupting him in the kitchen and then snuggling up in his own bed.
But when he’d woken up feeling like he was drowning, Seokmin had wanted nothing more than his members.
Upon waking, Seokmin found himself gasping for breath, choking on a build up of mucus in his throat, his lungs. He coughed, his body reacting on instinct, not giving his brain a second to catch up. Tears formed his in eyes as he struggled to breathe around the lump in his throat.
“Hey, hey, Minnie, what’s wrong?”
He felt hands grab his shoulders, hold him up as he finally coughed up a wad of something utterly disgusting. His eyes must’ve given away his panic, as he suddenly felt a tissue pressed to his face, a whispered ‘it’s okay.’
“Baby, how’re you feeling?” Seokmin felt the bed dip next to him once the soiled tissue was removed. He blinked, recognizing Soonyoung by his side. “What’s up?”
“Chest hurts.” Seokmin rubbed at his chest, breathing raspy.
“Like… emergency room hurts?”
Seokmin shook his head, despite the tears starting to pool in his eyes. “No, just… huuuurts.” His head fell forward, meeting Soonyoung’s chest.
Soonyoung wrapped his arms the younger man. Seokmin heard movement throughout the room, but he’d been too distracted to notice who else had entered with Soonyoung. “Shhh, baby, shhh,” the dance leader cooed, rocking them back and forth incredibly gently. “You gotta breathe with me now, yeah? Breathe in, breathe out.” Seokmin attempted to follow Soonyoung’s pattern, but another sob wrench through him, making him cough again. Soonyoung was the only thing keeping his body from crumbling to the floor.
“Here, here.” The attention snapped to Seungkwan as he returned to the room with a humidifier, quickly setting it up next to the bed. Joshua entered the room after him, carefully balancing a bowl of water in his hands. “The steam should help you breathe better, hyung. Then we can better determine if it’s hospital pain or not.”
Seokmin shook his head again, rubbing at his eyes. “I really don’t think it’s hospital level.” He sniffled. “But thanks.” Seungkwan pouted sympathetically, carding his fingers through Seokmin’s hair as the humidifier warmed up.
Once the steam was rising steadily, Soonyoung shifted their bodies so Seokmin was in its path. “Breathe, nice and slow, nice and slow,” Soonyoung coached gently, imitating the deep, slow breaths he was looking for. Seokmin matched his pace, eyes slipping closed as the steam entered his lungs. It didn’t solve everything, not by a long shot, but it felt better.
His eyes remained closed, even when he felt gentle hands pulling his body away from the humidifier, maneuvering him onto his back. Well, almost on his back. His back was propped up on what he assumed had to be several pillows. A hand carded through his hair, a kiss placed on his forehead. Joshua.
“I’ll be back,” the elder vocalist whispered, likely to Soonyoung, whose hand was still firmly holding Seokmin’s. Seokmin wasn’t sure how much time passed between Joshua’s footsteps disappearing and a new pair entering. When cold fingers pressed against his cheek, Seokmin’s eyes finally cracked open.
Seungkwan. “You’re burning up, Kyeomie.” All Seokmin could do was nod. The younger man frowned. “I’m sorry we got you so sick.”
Seokmin shook his head at that. “Please, don’t." Seungkwan took his hand, squeezing tight. Seokmin squeezed back, with less strength. Still, Seungkwan smiled.
“We’re taking you to the doctor first thing tomorrow, okay?” Soonyoung’s tone left no room for argument, so Seokmin simply nodded. “Want me to stay with you now?”
