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Stray KIds sickfics!!

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Hi! I'm Bunny, and I write Stray Kids fanfics, and I made this blog to make Stray Kids sickfics! I will write X reader or X member, and more about that will be in my requesting rules! I'm excited to write, so I hope you enjoy reading!

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Hiii, hope you're doing great!! As soon as I saw this photo from the recent photoshoot I thought about Minho struggling during it because of the flowers. Could you maybe write about it?? Something like Minho not really having allergies but being sensitive to the flowers, and him saying that it's okay and he can do it, but having to pause the session a few times because he was a sneezy mess.

Thank you so much in advance if you do write it!!

The photos above are not mine! They are from Pinterest and belong to their owners.

CW: allergy symptoms

word count:749

Sickie(s): Lee Minho

Summary: Minhos never really had allergies, so he could handle a small photo shoot, right?

(A/N: Hi!! Thank you so much for this request, it was so so fun to write! I hope you enjoy it and I hope it's what you wanted, I really tried my best!)

"Hi.. "Hih'KTSCH"

Minho sneezed for what felt like the hundredth time in just forty five minutes.

He was surrounded by flowers, literally surrounded, and he was starting to feel kinda miserable.

See, Minho knew sometimes pollen messed with him; he always got a little sneezy at the beginning of spring, but it was never too bad.

So why would he ever think twice about the Marie Claire photo shoot he was scheduled to do today?

As he recovered from his sneezing fit, the photographer scanned him softly.

"Minho-ah?" asked gently. "Are you ok? Should we stop for the day? I'm sure we could change the concept and try again later."

Minho sniffled, wiping his itchy nose with the back of his hand.

"No. Sorry, I'm ok." He mumbled, voice sounding stuffy. "Can I maybe just take five?"

The photographer immediately nodded, and Minho bowed in silent apology as he walked to his rest area, thankfully taking the tissues he was offered by a staff member on the way. He blew his nose as a makeup artist started to touch up the makeup around his eyes that had started to smudge from his watery eyes.

He let the artist fix him up as he tried to clear himself out, his head throbbing lightly from the pressure of blowing his nose so much, his nose already aching. Once the makeup artist deemed him presentable again, he stepped back into the shoot, and immediately started to pose again.

Come on, Minho, just do it right the first time and, you can go home. This mentality is what kept him pushing, even when he had to hold his hand up to pause the session and sneeze into his elbow every couple of minutes.

Soon, the photographer called for a break, clearly feeling bad for the poor dancer, taking mercy on his poor, snotty soul.

Minho walked away from the set, collapsing into a folding chair with a stuffy groan, pinching the bridge of his nose.

For a moment, he started to feel a little better; this lasted all of three seconds before his breath hitched again.

"Hih'KTSCH! Hh'ITSCH! KTSCH!"

The sneezes forced him forward, three in a row, harsher than they'd been, leaving him blinking tears from his eyes again. He blindly tore a tissue from the box beside him. Blowing his nose again.

He was starting to feel lethargic, and he just wanted to go home, but he couldn't yet, not until he finished, so he kept pushing.

He walked back to set yet again, smiling as convincingly as he could at the photographer as he began again. posing and looking as good as possible, even if he felt like death warmed over, he honestly didn't know allergies could make one so miserable.

The photographer continued to lead and snap photos, apologizing every couple of snaps.

“Sorry, Minho-ah," he mumbled, voice soft "just a few more like this.” Lowering the camera, he spoke again. “You’re doing really well. Try turning your face slightly toward the light.”

Minho nodded, clearing his throat again. The bright studio lights were hurting his stuffy head, causing his eyes to water more, and he felt bad for his makeup artist; they've had to fix his makeup multiple times already.

He tried to look natural, his hand reaching up to touch one of the hanging flowers. They were really beautiful, and he wished he could enjoy them more.

He got a few more shots before holding up a finger again, turning away and pressing his elbow to his face just in time as he sneezed multiple times again. The pressure in his head was building quickly, and for a moment, he genuinely felt like crying.

The photographer waited for him to recover, briefly scrolling through the photos he'd taken.

"That's a wrap, Minho-ah." He smiled as he saw the relief flood Minho. "These look good, good job!'

Minho bowed as he quickly walked to get changed, anything to be away from that god-forsaken set. He changed into his comfortable clothes that didn't scratch against his skin, and he already started to feel slightly better, not good by any means, his head still ached, and his sinuses were still aching but at least he wasn't actively sneezing anymore.

He let his manager whip him towards a car, ready to get home and shower any remaining pollen off of him and curl up in bed to sleep off the rest of his ailments. He would stay away from flowers for a while.

(A/N: Hi everyone! Another request done! This one was so fun to write, but I honestly don't love the way I did it so I hope its ok! I tried something new that I've seen other writers do with actually adding the sneezing "sounds"(?) So let me know if you like it! I love you all! Eat, drink and take care of yourself! See you next time! -🐇)

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Hello :)

I was wondering if u were still open to requests...

If you are: Would you be willing to write a sickfic where Seungmin tries to hide being ill from the members, but they find out?

I'm sorry if it's rude to just ask like this. Feel free to ignore if it is.

Have a good day <3

The photos above are not mine! They are from Pinterest and belong to their owners.

CW: cold/flu symptoms

word count:1k+

Sickie(s): Kim Seungmin Caretaker(s): Ot8 (Chagbin, Bang Chan main)

Summary: Seungmin is good at acting ok, or so he thinks.

(A/N: Sorry I've been so slow with writing, I'm working through my requests I promise!! Also Anon your request was not rude at all! Thanks for sending it!!)

Seungmin couldn't breathe. Well, he could, he guessed, it's just hard. He pants, gripping his tight chest as he glanced at himself in the mirrors of the dance room.

He looked terrible.

Sure, he had noticed the paleness in his face while he got ready this morning, and the uncomfortable cold taking over him despite the warming weather. But looking at himself now, he looked much worse. He cursed lightly.

He swallowed thickly. Everybody had off days; he was fine, that's all it was, an off day.

He barely registered his leader's voice calling for a break. He shook himself out of his mind and forced his aching body to his water bottle in the corner of the room. He took a small sip, his stomach twisting painfully.

He startled when a hand fell on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Chan's face looming over him.

He must've noticed the way Seungmin's eyes squinted as he flinched against the fluorescent lights, because he crouched down in front of him, saving him from looking up at the lights in his attempts to look at him.

Chan's hand slid down Seungmin's arm as it came to hold his hand, lacing his fingers gently with the younger's.

"Hey," Chan started, rubbing his knuckles comfortingly. "You ok, honey?"

Seungmin just hummed, looking at his leader. Had he been that obvious? Seungmin thought he was hiding his ailments quite well if he did say so himself.

Chan just looked at him skeptically, obviously thinking.

"You should sit this next run out," the eldest murmured. "You can join when you're ready, ok?"

Chan was pretty sure Seungmin wasn't feeling well, but he knew the younger didn't like to be babied or called out, so the leader just had to do what he could; he knew better than to push.

Seungmin wanted to argue, but with how weak his body felt, dancing would be a chore, and he really didn't want to risk an injury because he didn't respect his body's limits. It wasn't uncommon for members to take a longer break when they were having an off day, so for once, he agreed.

He tried his best to watch his other members execute the moves, but the music made his headache pulse, and it caused his eyes to water; he blinked them away.

As he watched the run, guilt bubbled in his chest. His members were working hard for their upcoming performances, and he was just sitting there. So when it was time for the next run, he pushed himself up and forced his aching body into position.

He didn't miss Chan's face as Seungmin pushed himself up; he had obviously wished the younger would stay sitting.

But Seungmin would not risk dragging his team down, no matter how tired he was.

As the music started, Seungmin allowed his autopilot to take over, his body moving like it was second nature as he allowed himself to space out just a little.

He startled when his shoulder collided with Jisung's side, whose hand immediately shot out to steady the younger, feeling the warmth from his skin.

The younger in question glanced up sheepishly at him, rolling his shoulder a little.

"Sorry, hyung," Seungmin whispered, watching as Jisung shook his head, rubbing the skin where his hand rested on Seungmin's forearm.

"It's ok, are you ok?" Jisung hummed, eyes soft with worry.

Yeah," Seungmin whispered, letting himself lean into Jisung's touch. "I just stumbled."

But before the rapper could say anything else, or ask anymore questions, Chan clapped lightly, gathering his kids' attention.

"Let's wrap up here, It's looking good!"

The room relaxed, and Seungmin followed his members' motions, packing his bag as everyone went towards their various schedules for the day. He glanced up at Changbin as he stood beside him, offering him a hand with a gentle smile.

Seungmin took it, letting himself be pulled up.

"You ready?" Changbin whispered, they had planned to record some of Seungmin's lines for the comeback today.

The vocalist in question nodded, walking beside the older as they made their way to the studio. Changbin unlocked the door and ushered Seungmin into the studio, knowing this was his last schedule of the day, and he seemed like he could use some rest, so he was hoping they could finish quickly.

Seungmin made his way into the booth, slipping the headphones over his ears. He flinched when the headphones crackled with his hyung's voice, even though he was speaking softly. He just hummed along to whatever he was saying, only half paying attention.

The music started, and Seungmin opened his mouth to sing, but nothing came out. He cleared his throat, apologizing to Changbin, who just waved him off, and started the music again.

It went like this for a while, even when Seungmin was able to get a sound out, it was shaky and not like him at all, not the voice he'd spent years training.

In the half hour he'd been "recording" he'd drunk a whole bottle of water, and he could see Changbin looking at him with that concerned look in his eyes.

"Hey, Minnie?" Changbin's voice came through the headphones again, and Seungmin just hummed. "How about we postpone this for now, yeah?"

Seungmin bit back the knot in his throat as he nodded, pulling the headphones off and resting them on the music stand before stepping out of the booth where Changbin was waiting with open arms.

Seungmin fell into them, burying into his arms. "Sorry, I don't know what's up…"

Changbin shook his head, though Seungmin couldn't see it from where his head was tucked.

"I think I might," the older mumbled, stroking Seungmin's hair. "You're warm, do you feel sick, baby?"

Seungmin shrugged, sniffling a little as he pulled away slightly.

"My head hurts, and I feel draggy, I guess."

Changbin hummed, taking Seungmin's arm and settling him on the couch in the studio. He couldn't help the guilt in his chest. He had noticed how pale Seungmin had seemed all day, how quiet he'd been.

"I'm sorry I didn't stop you sooner, you've seemed off all day." The older whispered.

Seungmin just shook his head, not seeming fully there.

"'S ok," He mumbled, pulling Changbin to lie with him on the small couch. It wasn't the most convenient thing, but if it made Seungmin feel even a little better, it was worth it.

Changbin stroked the sick male's hair as he watched him doze off in his arms before pulling out his phone and texting their group chat to inform them of the sick boy, the chat flooding with "I knew its!" before Changbin set it away. Content watching Seungmin sleep for as long as he needed.

(A/N: haha Hi!! It's been a minute huh... Im sorry!! School the last couple of weeks was honestly miserable but it's summer so I'll try to write more!! Anon thanks so much for your request!! Feel free to send requests, they give me motivation tbh! Sorry if you've sent one, I'm working through them I swear! Thanks for all the support, I love you all!! Please take care of yourselves!! -🐇)

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I love love LOVED your Lee Know sickfic. I was wondering if you could please write a story and have him as a caretaker for Felix when he has the flu (not the stomach flu- I’m talking classic body aches, high fevers, cough, fever dreams, loopiness, etc.)

The photos above are not mine! They are from Pinterest and belong to their owners.

CW: cold/flu symptoms

word count:1,006

Sickie(s): Lee Felix Caretaker(s): Lee Minho

Summary: Felix hates being sick, luckily he has Minho.

(A/N: I set this fic back in the old dorms (Felix, Minho, I.N, Seungmin) just FYI!)

Felix awoke with a start, his heart racing and his hair standing on the back of his neck, his heart pounding erratically against his ribs. His breathing was erratic as he looked around him. He was sitting in a pool of his own sweat, his blonde hair stuck to his forehead, and his sheets were damp underneath him, his thin sleep shirt now sticking to his skin. Gross.

He took a deep breath, trying to steel himself and shake off the anxiety looming over him. He could only assume he had a nightmare; he didn't remember any of the dream, but it was the only thing that made sense and would cause this reaction from him. He swallowed thickly, his throat dry and aching.

Knowing he wasn't going back to sleep, he swung his shaky legs off his bed and stood, only to have to sit back down when he wavered, the world spinning much too fast for him. He rested his pounding head in his hands for a moment, mustering as much energy as he could to move his heavy, aching body.

He took a breath and tried again, taking slow steps towards the door of his room, using much more effort that it should, he braced against the wall to keep him from falling.

Once he was in the quiet hallway, he leaned against the wall and considered his options.

The living room was closest but he really didn't want to be alone, not with how weird he felt. Jeongin and Seungmin had a late rehearsal that night and had likely only gotten to bed an hour or so ago, and he didn't want to wake either of them up, so that left him with only one option, so he pushed himself off the wall and slowly made his way towards Minhos room.

Once he got to the olders door he hesitated. He was a grown man, he should probably go back to bed and deal with it himself but the thought of someones hands soothing his aches and pains, a voice telling him he was ok was too sweet to ignore. He took a breath before quietly opening the door, stepping shakily into the dark room.

In any other scenario, he would knock, but with how late it was, he knew Minho would be asleep, and if possible, he just wanted to be able to sleep in his bed and feel his hyung near him.

He slowly crept inside as well as he could, sitting on the older's bed. Minho was, in fact, asleep, his breathing deep and even, and his body completely lax and sprawled out against his bed.

Felix took a deep breath to try to calm the spinning as he curled up on the bed and let Minhos' breathing soothe him.

The peace was short-lived, however, as the older dancers' breathing changed, and Felix knew he had woken him up.

"Mm.. What's-" The boy's words were slurred as he blinked his eyes open. "Lix?" He slowly moved, settling on to one elbow. "Hey.. what's wrong?"

Felix glanced over at Minho, only now noticing the wetness on his face. When did he start crying?

Minho quickly moved to sit up properly, moving to look at Felix closer, bringing one hand to wipe at the tears on the youngers cheeks. But before he could even touch him he could feel the warmth radiating off him.

"God, honey, you're burning up," The boy murmured, tucking a piece of hair behind the sick boy's ear. "How long have you been like this, hm? You seemed ok earlier."

Minho spoke soft and slow, knowing Felix's struggle to understand Korean when he was distressed, and his english skills were not gonna be enough, especially when he just woke up.

Minho tried to think and retrace the day; Felix really had looked fine, cracking jokes and hanging off any member he could. He was snapped out of his thoughts when the younger spoke. Stuttering over his words.

"J-Just woke up like this," He mumbled, massaging his temples. "I did feel fine earlier."

Minho hummed, a hand going up to slick his hair back, scratching at his scalp.

"Alright, well, it's ok, you're gonna be fine."

Felix didn't respond, only leaned into Minho more, his body shaking with chills. Minho quickly grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around Felix's quaking shoulders, rubbing his arms up and down to try and warm him up.

"Are you tired, baby?" Minho questioned softly, watching the younger's face gently, shocked when he shook his head.

"No," He mumbled, resting his head on the older's shoulder. "I don't want to have another nightmare."

Minho hummed, squeezing the freckled boy's shoulder. "Ok, well, how about a movie?"

Felix just hummed, something to distract his mind from the sickness plaguing his body was welcome. In all truth, he was tired, but he was scared to go back to sleep, not wanting to wake up feeling like he did earlier.

Minho reached over to his bedside table, grabbing his laptop, and setting it on his bed, putting on some animated movie. He pulled Felix to his side, even if physical touch wasn't his thing, he knew it was Felix's, and the younger probably needed it more than ever right now.

Felix watched the dim screen, focus slipping in and out, silently thanking Minho for his consideration of his headache as the volume of the computer was low and the screen had been dimmed. he coughed lightly into his elbow, his scratchy throat fighting him with a vengeance. The longer he watched the movie, the heavier his eyes got.

Minho was gently running his slim fingers through Felix's hair, smiling as the sick boy started to doze off in his side. He pulled his blanket up higher on Felix's shoulders to try and ease the chills still plaguing him. Later, at a more appropriate time of day, he would get up and get whatever he needed for Felix to feel better, but for now, this was enough.

A/N🐇: Finally posted again! Sorry it took me so long! For anyone who sent a request I swear I am slowly but surely working on them, thank you so much for sending them, they definitely help me when I'm in a slump. Anon, I hope you enjoyed this, thank you so much for requesting. As always I love you all, make sure to eat something, drink some water, and take care of yourselves!! <33

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Coming on here to say Chan from the spaghetti dance challenge from the fanmeet is giving me ideas, and that’s it.

(also I’m working on my requests and they are almost done I swear, sorry it’s taking so long I feel horrible!!)

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Helloo ^^ I just wanted to said that I love the way you did your headcanons!! I usually see each category separated but you put every category together for each member, I liked it a lot!

Awe Thank you so much!! Honestly that’s my favorite way to do head cannons since it just works the best for my brain, i’m so happy other people like it too! Thank you so much for the support lovely Anon!!

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Hi lovelies!! I think i’m gonna attempt to do feveruary, however I won’t be able to do one everyday (i’m sorry😭) i’ll try to get them done at my own pace, but still get all the prompts done! I’ve never done anything like this before so please be kind!🙏🏼

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Hihii! Loved your fic, and I'm here to ask if you could write one about Minho with the sniffles. I just love seeing him all soft and cute. It could be Chan and/or Jisung taking care of him. At first he claims that it's nothing and that he can take care of himself on his own. But when he starts sneezing all over the dorm, showing signs of fever and body ache, they decide to intervene and take care of him properly, even if Minho protests (but he's too tired to actually do something about it, so he reluctantly basks in the comfort of his two favourite people.) If you write it thank you so muuuch, I really love sniffly and sneezy Minho. Wish you the best!! <3

The photos above are not mine! They are from Pinterest and belong to their owners.

CW: sickness, allergies mentioned, sneezing, coughing, dizziness, medication, body pain.

word count:1,152

Sickie(s): Lee Minho Caretaker(s): Bang Chan, Han Jisung.

Summary: Minho really doesn't feel that bad, until he does.

When Minho woke up, his head was throbbing, and there was an uncomfortable pressure behind his sinuses.

He reached for his phone on his bedside table, 5:45 am. Way too early to be awake, but lying down caused everything to be worse, so he forced himself out of bed with a quiet groan and wobbled to the kitchen, grabbing a nearby wall whenever he swayed.

Once he made it, he filled a cup with water and sank down at the table, sipping it slowly. Minho mentally ran over his symptoms. His head hurt, but that was definitely from how stopped up he was, and his body hurt, but then again, he had a rough dance practice yesterday.

He sighed, jumping when the lights above him turned on, his leader standing at the doorframe of the kitchen, his face worried even in the dim light.

"Minho?" He whispered softly, stepping closer. "Are you ok? It's early."

The older male whispered, noticing the exhaustion on the dancer's face. He reached out, stroking his hair out of his face, honestly shocked when he didn't feel a fever.

"Are you feeling ok? You don't feel warm, but you seem awfully congested."

Minho nodded, stretching his achy arms above him.

"I'm fine, hyung," he mumbled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "'s just allergies."

Chan glared at him suspiciously but decided to drop the conversation, walking away and returning shortly with a box of tissues, setting it in front of the dancer. Chan stroked the dancer's hair, giggling when Minho tried to act annoyed even though his body sank into the touch.

"We don't have a schedule until late," Chan said gently, "so try to rest ok? sick or not, you need it."

The younger nodded, sniffling again before wiping his nose in one of the tissues Chan had brought.

Once he was sure Chan had retreated back to his room for the time being, he hid his face in his hands, taking a stuffy breath. Just in the half hour he'd been awake, he started to feel worse, but his leader said he didn't have a fever, so he should be fine, right?

He shakily stood up from the table, walking to the living room, plopping on the couch, and starting some random show. He sneezed into his hands and shook his head a little, as if trying to clear his mind. As he watched, he started to feel drowsy, and he allowed himself to doze off.

When he woke up again, the first thing he noticed was just how hard it was to breathe; the next thing was the clanking from the now well-lit kitchen, the sunlight seeping in.

When he sat up, something from his sinuses shifted painfully, and it immediately triggered a cough, his shoulders shaking.

Jisung looked up from where he was preparing his breakfast, his face worried as he hurried over.

"Minnie?" The rapper whispered, stroking the older's hair. "Are you ok?"

Minho nodded, sneezing into his arm multiple times before looking at jisung who handed him a tissue.

As he blew his nose, Jisung set a new glass of water on the table.

"Hyung?" The rapper whispered. "Are you sick?"

Minho shook his head, only to stop when the dizziness hit him like a brick. He carefully stood from the couch, yet again stretching out his aching muscles.

"It's just allergies." The older repeated before sneezing again, groaning a little in pain before taking a sip of the water. He noticed how suspicious Jisung looked as he pushed past him to the kitchen, just to find his leader there. He sneezed yet again, grabbing onto the table in front of him for support.

Chan looked up, his eyes softening as he made eye contact with the dancer. His face was pale besides his bright cheeks, his eyes glossed over and unfocused. And as much as Chan hated to admit it, he had seen enough fevers in his time as a leader that he knew the signs.

"Gosh, Min," He mumbled, taking a step closer, "you look awful."

Minho smirked weakly, taking a seat. "Thanks, hyung, you're such a charmer."

Chan rolled his eyes, setting a hand on Minho's forehead.

"I don't know about those allergies anymore, bub, you're feeling pretty warm to me."

The dancer wanted to complain and fight back, but honestly? He felt wrecked, and though he would never admit it, he wouldn't mind some more rest, so he just huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm fine." He mumbled, though there was no fight in it.

Chan just smiled, guiding Minho to a chair, not missing the small whimper when Minho's muscles protested. Chan whispered a small apology as he knelt next to him, voice soft.

"Talk to me, honey. What's bothering you?"

Minho sniffled at the soft tone but tried to steady his voice before he spoke.

"My body hurts so bad, and I can't stop-" Just then, he let out a few harsh sneezes, his body burning, "-Sneezing."

Chan hummed sympathetically, passing the male another tissue. Jisung set the sick male's water cup from earlier on the table.

"Just allergies, huh?" Jisung teased gently, rubbing the man's shoulder soothingly, feeling his feverish heat through his clothes.

Minho just stuck out his tongue, looking up when Chan, who he didn't even notice leave, came back with a few items: A bag of cough drops, cough syrup, a bottle of pain meds, and a thermometer.

Chan slicked the sick boy's hair out of his face, holding the thermometer up.

"Can you open your mouth, sweetheart? I need to get a reading on that temperature."

Minho didn't speak, just opening his mouth and allowing the thermometer to be slipped under his tongue.

He could tell by his hyung's face that his temperature wasn't great, but he always had high fevers when he was sick, so he wasn't too worried about it.

Chan clicked his tongue, his hand softly trailing through the dancer's hair.

"Let's get you to bed, you're not working today."

Lee Know wanted to argue, but the look his leader was giving him, plus the exhaustion, caused him to bite his tongue. He attempted to stand, but he swayed dizzily, and his bones ached, luckily Jisung was behind him and gently wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him standing.

"Easy," Jisung soothed, "let's get you comfy."

He slowly started walking Minho towards his room, Chan not far behind.

Once he was laid in bed and tucked in, Chan sat at his side, slowly rubbing the sick boy's shoulders out, trying to alleviate some of the pain. Minho's eyelids fluttered at the touch as he leaned into it, his raspy breathing slowing down.

Chan smiled, kissing his hair before slowly standing, stealing one last glance at the boy before leaving, just hoping he would stay that way until he got back after schedules.

(A/N🐇: Thank you so much for the request!! It was so fun to write. I hope you like it, and it's what you were asking for! Minho is such a fun sickie to write for. As always, feel free to send requests! I love you all!! Stay safe and make sure to eat and drink some water!!)

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The photos above are not mine! They are from Pinterest and belong to their owners.

CW: emeto, medication, not proofread.

Word Count: 973

Sickie(s): Han jisung

Caretaker(s): Lee Minho

Summary: (fic 1 of my dorm fics) Han hates being sick, good thing he has Minho.

(Small AN: Hi lovelies!! I got this series idea from @sickskz with permission (If you've never read their fics, you need to. They are amazing!) So this is part one of my "stray kids dorm pairing fics." Enjoy!)

It was quiet in Minho and Jisung's shared dorm, too quiet.

Minho walked by Jisung's room, expecting to hear his keyboard keys or soft music, but all he heard was silence.

Knowing something wasn't right, he was, after all, over-observant. He pushed the younger boy's door open, and his heart stuttered at the sight before him.

Jisung was curled up into a ball on his bed, his arms wrapped around his stomach, his head buried in his knees. His hair was stuck to his forehead, and his skin was almost ashy pale.

He looked up at the sound of the door cracking open, his eyes watery. "H-hyung," The rapper whispered, "My stomach hurts." His voice was broken and shaky, obviously hurting.

Minho quickly crossed the room, his hand falling on the sick boy's forehead before slicking his sweat-soaked hair back.

"How long has it been hurting, baby?" His voice was soft, scared Jisung would break if he spoke too loudly.

"This morning," Jisung choked out, his arms tightening around his waist. "I thought it would go away."

Minho sighed, moving to sit on the bed and pull the warm boy into his arms. "You should've told me, beautiful, I could've helped sooner…"

Jisung shrugged, curling into the dancer. "I didn't want to bother you because of a stupid tummy ache; I can handle it."

Minho cupped the boy's cheeks, making sure he was looking at him. "I never said you couldn't, but you shouldn't have to deal with it alone."

Jisung was about to answer when he suddenly hiccuped, cupping a hand over his lips. "M-Min," the rapper gagged out.

Minho reacted fast, dumping Jisung's small wastebasket out before holding it under his chin just in time for Jisung to choke out a small wave of whatever he had managed to eat that day.

Jisung's shaky hands gripped the bin as he retched, tears dripping from the corners of his eyes. He choked out multiple small mouthfuls, not being able to breathe between them as his chest tightened and he choked.

Minho noticed the boy struggling and gently, but firmly patted his back, trying to help him clear his airways.

"Breathe, Sungie," Minho whispered, eyes soft. "I'm right here, you're ok."

Jisung's heaving finally eased enough for him to take a full breath. Tears were streaming down his face, from the exertion and the humiliation, a string of sick still clinging to his lips. He was truly a pitiful sight.

Minho pouted at him, using the edge of his sleep shirt to wipe the sick boy's mouth and cheeks, softly shushing him.

"Shh, it's ok, honey. You did so well," He soothed, grabbing the boy's water bottle from his bedside table, holding it to his lips. "Rinse your mouth out and take a sip if you can, please."

Jisung groaned but took some water and swished it in his mouth before spitting it out, gagging at the sick in the bin that Minho was quick to take away after. Jisung took a tiny sip of water before shaking his head, and Minho took the hint, putting the bottle back in its place.

"I'm sorry," Jisung whispered hoarsely as Minho helped him lie back down, his eyes glossy.

Minho scoffed, kissing the boy's warm cheek. "You have nothing to apologize for, you're a human."

Minho stood, just to feel a warm hand grab his wrist, and when he looked down, Jisung was staring up at him with glassy eyes.

"Ji, baby," the older whispered, looking him over. "I just need to clean this out, ok? I'll be right back."

The younger groaned, but complied, his fingers unclenching from the older.

Minho quickly hurried out of the room, dumping the contents of the bin into the toilet before rinsing it out in the bathtub. While in the bathroom, Minho collected a wet and dry rag, the thermometer, a box of tissues, and some Pepto. He also made a quick stop by the kitchen, grabbing an electrolyte water. Once he secured the items, he quickly made his way back to the sick man's room to find him sitting up again, arms still hugged around him.

"Oh, love…" Minho sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed, making sure the bin was placed back in arm's reach. He slicked back Jisung's hair before holding the thermometer. "Can I take your temperature, honey? You're a little too warm for my liking."

Jisung didn't say anything; he just let his jaw fall open, and that was enough confirmation for him. He softly set the device in his mouth, softly cooing when Jisung gagged on the metal, his hand still in his hair.

When the device beeped, Minho took it out of his mouth, looking at the numbers with a sigh. "102.2f (39c)." Minho whispered, his eyes still filled with concern. "No wonder you feel so sick, we need to try to get that down, yeah?"

Han just nodded, looking so exhausted. Minho softly laid the wet cloth over his burning forehead, the creases in the rapper's face soothing, and Minho smiled, softly humming.

"Go to sleep, baby, you need rest."

Jisung didn't need to be told twice, quickly drifting into sleep.

Minho sighed, looking over at the bedside table, the Pepto and water long forgotten for the moment as the sleeping boy curled around him, snoring softly. Minho adjusted softly, leaning against the headboard with Jisung still in his arms, his hand softly stroking his back.

The younger stirred a little, eyebrows furrowing before he snuggled closer, and his face smoothed out again. Minho whispered soft reassurances, listening to the boy's soft snores as the night grew deeper and he drew closer to sleep himself, staying awake long enough to make sure the boy was ok before his eyes closed as he squeezed the boy closer.

(A/N: Hi! I'm so sorry it's been so long since I've posted, but I have just been so busy, and I'm so sorry, but also writer's block is crazy. If anyone has any requets please send them because maybe they will help. This isn't exactly the fic I wanted to post after being gone, because I don't love it, but I've been working on it for a while. I love you all so much, stay safe and healthy!!)

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I know it’s been so long since i’ve posted but everything’s been so crazy. I have one fic to post but besides that the writers block it crazyy, if anyone was any requests please send themmm!

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The photos above are not mine! They are from Pinterest and belong to their owners.

CW: emeto, mentions of medication, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of fever, mentions of passing out, dizziness, not proofread

Word Count: 1.5k

Sickie(s): Felix

Caretaker(s):Bang Chan, some Hyunjin

Summary: Felix was just trying to go through his day but his body had other plans.

"Hey Lix, you ok?"

Felix slowly looked up from his bowl, His eyes blurred for a moment before they locked onto the worried ones of his leader in front of him.

"Huh? Yeah," Felix whispered, voice hoarse "why?"

Chan raised an eyebrow with a sigh "You're pale, like really pale." He whispered, not wanting to attract unwanted attention. "And you haven't even touched your breakfast."

Felix just shrugged off his gaze, but he knew he wasn't ok. The room was tilting around him, his head was throbbing coming in waves just like the rolling in his stomach, and he was sweating even though he felt like he'd just been out in the snow, his body obviously struggling to regulate itself.

Chan hummed but didn't take his eyes off his fellow Aussie, he could tell Felix wasn't well, he was good at that, but Felix wasn't necessarily good at hiding it either. His freckles looked wrong against his pale complexion, his blonde hair was sticking to his forehead even though he had just woken up, and his voice was way deeper than normal standards.

Felix could feel the older males eyes on him but he chose to ignore them for the time being. He was an adult, he could handle himself. That's what he kept telling himself but it was hard to believe when tears were constantly trying to break through his facade.

Felix startled when the male in front of him clapped his hands together sharply, catching the attention of the other members.

"The car's here" The leader spoke, the sudden loud voice agitating Felix's head, and he had to bite back a gag when the pain flared.

Felix pushed himself to stand besides the pain, just to sway dizzily. He maybe made it half way up before his knees buckled under his weight and he had to grip the table in front of him to stop him from completely collapsing. His ears were ringing as he screwed his eyes shut, canceling out any other voice in the room. The pain was so overwhelming that he didn't even feel the hands on his shoulders lowering him back to his seat.

"Hey," Hyunjin's gentle voice cut through Felix's struggle "Sit back down Yongbok-ah."

Felix looked up to see Hyunjin's worried eyes, his hand softly rubbing between his shoulder blades.

"You're really warm," He whispered softly "you should go back to bed."

Felix shook his head, regretting it when it only increased the dizziness.

"I'm fine," He whispered, voice cracking "I'm probably just still tired"

Before Felix could try and deflect anymore, Chan's cold hand was on his forehead, and Felix instinctively leaned into it. Causing the leader to click his tongue.

"Tired people don't classically run fevers," He mumbled in his 'leader' voice, one that meant what it said. "You're not going anywhere besides back to bed."

"Hyung-" The younger glared at him, but didn't get another word out when Chan stared him down.

"No." Chan mumbled, voice firm but gentle. "You just basically fainted at the table, how do you expect to dance today?"

Felix felt his throat sting a little, his voice quiet. "I'm sorry."

Hyunjin, who was still by his side scoffed gently, shushing his apology. "Don't apologize" He whispered "You look miserable, we just want you to be ok."

Chan slowly helped Felix stand fully, keeping a solid arm around his waist heaven forbid Felix nearly or fully passes out. It was a short walk to Felix's room, yet they had to stop multiple times when the younger's knees buckled beneath him.

"Ok, easy" Chan whispered, lowering Felix to the soft bed, gently easing him to lay against the pillows. "Just rest for a bit," The leader whispered soothingly, his hand carding through the dancers damp hair. "I'll bring you some medicine in a minute, Ok?"

Felix just hummed, eyes fluttering closed as his body loosened.

Chan sighed once the sick boy was comfortably asleep, he slowly peeled himself out of the bed and went to collect a few things. When he came back Felix was no longer peacefully sleeping, he was tossing and turning, his eyebrows knit together as he whimpered.

Chan hurried over, softly stroking Felix's cheek, he couldn't help but notice how much warmer the younger had gotten in the 10 minutes he was gone.

"Hey, " Chan whispered, hand cupping the boys damp face "Lixie, wake up."

And that he did, Felix shot awake, eyes wild and body trembling under his blanket. His eyes locked on his leader and relief flooded him, he collapsed into the waiting arms with a sob.

"Shh, You're ok" The leader whispered comfortingly, arms wrapping around the other male. "It's just the fever, I got you baby"

He didn't miss the small, panicked noise Felix made and he definitely didn't miss his shaky hand coming to clasp over his pale lips, his watery eyes widening.

Chan cursed softly under his breath, leaping quickly into action. "Ok, bathroom, let's go!"

Chan gently but quickly untangled the sick boy from his sheets and helped him towards the bathroom. He was basically carrying him with how much of his body weight he was shouldering. He couldn't ignore how bad the boy was shaking, and just how many tears began to pour down his flushed cheeks.

When the leader reached the bathroom, Felix buckled in front of the toilet, Chan lowered him down gently. Felix almost immediately weakly heaved, the action unproductive. Chan moved to sit behind him, his hand finding it's way to his sweaty back, his other hand pulling back his long strands of blonde hair so they wouldn't get dirtied when Felix inevitably got sick. Every heave that rippled through the sick man Chan could feel strain his back muscles where his hand rested, and Chan knew it HAD to agitate the boys injury.

"I've got you" Chan whispered, hand still softly stroking his back. "It's ok, breathe"

Chan winced in sympathy when Felix heaved yet again and the sound of liquid on liquid echoed through the bathroom along with the sink mans soft sobs.

"You're doing good, honey." Chan breathed "Almost done"

Felix whimpered before heaving again, his back arching harshly.

Chan was honestly shocked Felix had anything to bring up since he didn't eat anything for breakfast and his dinner had been small the night before. Nonetheless, Chan kept rubbing circles on the boys back, whispering soft reassurances in between productive heaves. Chan hummed sadly when Felix leaned back, tears streaming down his face from exertion.

Chan hastily tore of a piece of toilet paper, cleaning any remnants away from Felix's face before flushing away any evidence what just happened. When that was done he softly took Felix's face in his hands, wiping at the tears as they fell.

"H-Hyung," Felix whimpered, trying desperately to stretch his back in an attempt to will away the pain "it hurts."

Chan's heart squeezed at the sound of Felix's broken words, he hummed softly, thumbs still stroking his cheeks. "Let's get you back into bed ok?" He whispered, making sure his accent was as strong as possible, wanting nothing more than to comfort his poor member. "You can put a heat pack on your back and take some medicine for the pain"

Felix nodded pitifully, desperate for any relief he could get. With that, Chan stood and gracefully swooped Felix into his arms. There was no way he was letting Felix walk with how much pain he was in and how dizzy he was.

He quickly got Felix back in bed, he really wanted him to be able to use a heat pack for his aching back but he needed to get a reading on the fever the sick male was sporting. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled a thermometer from the materials he collected before Felix had woken up before. He set the device in Felix's mouth with no resistance from him, it pained Chan to see his sunshine so dull. When the thermometer beeped, the screen turned red and displayed a fever of 101.4f(38.5c). "No wonder you feel so bad" Chan whispered sadly. his fever was high, but not so high where he was worried about giving the male the heat pad, he would just make sure he was keeping an eye on him, which he would do anyway.

Chan plugged in the heat pad and made sure Felix was comfortable. He softly stroked his hair, voice soft.

"Hey, Lix?" He whispered, voice warm but filled with concern "Do you think you can eat for me? Just a few crackers? I promise I'll get you medicated after"

Felix whimpered hoarsely, he really didn't want to risk putting anything in his sore stomach but the temptation of relief was just too strong. So he reluctantly nodded, accepting the crackers Chan handed him, he struggled them down, gagging every few bites but he got them down.

He took the medicine and water Chan passed him with no argument, desperate for any kind of relief form the symptoms ailing him. The water helped soothe his abused throat and the mixture of the heat pad, meds, and his leaders Comforting hand running through his hair, sleep was quick to overtake him, feeling safe in his leaders arms.

(A/N🐇: Hi Hi!! Another fic out yay! I really enjoyed writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it! This is the longest fic I've written yet but I couldn't help myself, Felix is one of not my favorite sickie. Thank you for reading and as always if I missed any content warnings please let me know. I love you all, take care of yourselves!!)

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Stray Kids Sickfic Headcannons!

CW: mention of being sick, medications (If I missed anything please lmk!!)

(All the photos used are from pinterest and belong to their owners!)

Bang Chan

General:

Quiets down

Doesn't want to inconvenience his members, but definitely won't mind a hug or a hand on his back. (He NEEDS it, but he would never say that)

-> Mostly Felix (because of his aussie-ness) or Minho (Since he's the second oldest), and he would probably lean towards Jeongin too

He gets mildly sick really often.

Definitely has insomnia flares when he doesn't feel good.

Really wants to get better fast, but also doesn't rest, which keeps him sick longer.

WAY emotional

"What? I'm Fine." When he is NOT fine.

With fevers, his temperature varies really easily; he's too hot, then too cold, and the cycle continues.

He gets really bad migranes

So apologetic, and the members are tired of it

Snz:

Tries so hard to pretend he's fine until he physically can't

SO congested, and it messes his nose up worse

Will continue to work unless his laptop gets physically taken away from him.

Is so sleepy (but his insomnia keeps him up) -> But he is also scared of something happening in his sleep, especially when sick. (Hates feeling like he can't breathe)

Very sniffily

His voice gets very rough when he's sick (cannon)

Is definitely the type to sneeze and have to stay still for a second because the force makes him dizzy. ->”Bless me” after every sneeze (he’s so precious)

Bad headaches

Stomach-related

Terrible stomach cramps

His stomach bothers him anytime he eats too fast (Cannon)

prefers to just hide out in the bathroom, since there's less chance of making a mess.

Doesn't resent throwing up; he just wants it to be over with whenever it happens.

sweaty, even with a mild fever

Just wants a heat pack

Knows he needs to eat to feel better, but he also really doesn't want to.

He's quiet when he throws up; he's trained himself that way. -> So when he feels really bad, he can't control his volume; whatever happens, happens.

Lee Know

General:

Quiet, like literally silent.

-> When he does speak, it's soft and slow.

He is pretty nonchalant about pain (Much to some of the members' dismay, since they can't tell what's wrong or bothering him.)

->But honestly, that's completely fine by Minho.

His normal fever is really high, but that's just how it is.

He's ok with having members nearby, but he DOES NOT want to be coddled

->Just treat him like he's normal, he hates pity unless he's feeling REALLY bad. (Mostly wants Han or Chan)

Doesn't get sick often.

Grumpy and has a bad habit of snapping at the members.

-> He doesn't mean to, he just feels so sick.

spacey

so so tired. Will sleep for HOURS.

very, very pale

Snz:

He's always cold; the chills kill him.

Shakes so bad his abs hurt

->It feels like he did a whole workout.

The congestion kills his head

silent communication.

Congestion tends to go deep into his chest, causing it to ache.

Can honestly get a little emotional when he has a cold or flu bc his body is just THAT uncomfortable

-> Always scares the members a little when he cries. Not cause it never happens, or they don't want him to, but it just catches them off guard

Sneezes multiple times, never only sneezes once.

Thinks everything tastes weird and doesn't want to eat or drink anything.

Stomach-related:

He rarely gets stomach-related sicknesses

But when he does, they're terrible.

He handles it like a champ, though.

Is ok with throwing up, knows in some cases it will help him feel better.

Really would rather be alone when he's throwing up.

Rather has heatpacks/hot water bottles when he feels sick, over medicine, he just doesn't like meds.

When he feels really nauseous, he'll just freeze. Sat completely unmoving on the edge of the bed.

Changbin

General:

Draggy/ no energy

Loves company, doesn't care who it is, just please hug him, love him, rub his back, etc.

Gets fevers that cause his skin to become sensitive, which he hates because that means cuddles hurt.

flushed cheeks.

his body hurts him so bad.

very unaware of his surroundings when he has a fever.

When he feels on the better side, he's very dramatic.

But when he's sick, he's quiet, very un-Changbin-like.

Snz:

Loves people rubbing his back/arms when he feels achy.

Gets really bad headcolds.

Likes tea, but only very certain ones.

His voice definitely gets stuffy

He gets super itchy, red eyes

Will fall asleep anywhere

Gets winded really easily.

Hates having a sore throat, but he always gets one when he has respiratory symptoms.

Stomach-related:

He definitely is prone to food poisoning; it's happened way more than once.

He gets so so bloated

Thinks if he ignores the feeling, then it'll go away (It doesn't)

He's so miserable when his tummy doesn't feel well :(

->Someone please stay with him at all times

Has definitely overworked himself in the gym before.

Changbin relies on loose clothes when he's not feeling well, especially when he's bloated.

I feel like he'd be pretty loud when he's actually throwing up.

->It makes him a little embarrassed.

Hyunjin

General:

SO EMOTIONAL OMG ->Please give him a hug

loves LOVES having his hair played with/his scalp scratched (when he has his buzz)

Dramatic, unless it's really bad, then he'll go quiet and honestly just try to disappear.

Needs AT LEAST 3 blankets, even when he's burning with a fever.

Loves cold cloths on his forehead; it makes the headaches he gets slightly more bearable.

He gets really shaky when he feels sick

Such pink cheeks and glossy eyes

needs someone with him at all times

Snz:

gets headaches really bad

Pretty bad fevers/fever dreams

->He has issues telling reality from his dreams

Doesn't like speaking because it hurts his throat.

A bit of a tea connoisseur tbh, loves it.

Is so tired but scared to sleep cause of the fever dreams

Hates blowing his nose because it makes him cough, and he thinks it's gross.

->This causes him to get worse, though (It makes his headache hurt more)

Stomach-related:

He gets sick to his stomach pretty often

doesn't always throw up, but always does when he has a full-blown stomach bug

bad cramps

Loves when the members warm up a blanket or a hoodie for him in the dryer

Loves when someone just talks or sings to him, he needs the distraction.

Anytime he's sat up, he's curled into a ball, knees to his chest.

swallows constantly, trying to keep the nausea at bay.

Han Jisung

General:

Gets so so pale

goes so quiet

Loves cuddles

Is so spacey, spaced out more than he is present.

emotional, he is also pretty scared when it comes to things feeling wrong in his body

He gets lethargic even with a small fever

lwky rambles about everything and nothing

"Your bones are technically always wet"

He loves Felix's cuddles anytime he feels even a little under the weather

Struggles to sleep so Chan stays up with him a lot of the time.

Tends to bounce back fast unless he's really sick

Snz:

His nose is always running, and it makes him mad because wiping it makes it chapped and raw, and it just makes everything that much more uncomfortable.

Has really bad pressure behind his eyes, so he'll normally just sit around with his eyes closed while music plays in the background

I feel like he would tend to get ear infections

Very whiny when he is first getting sick, but once it hits him, he gets quiet.

Sneezes very frequently

When his stomach isn't bothering him, he loves drinking hot chocolate

Stomach-related:

Very bad acid reflux when his stomach feels sick.

His stomach is always clenching

I feel like when he has a stomach bug, he'll want to have a bin by his bed because he throws up so much. Small waves, but they happen so constantly, and it exhausts him. The poor baby

His anxitey messes with his tummy so often.

-> I don't think that he throws up from it unless it's really dragged out, though.

Sometimes he gets really nauseous after panic attacks.

He's super shaky when he's nauseous/when he has a fever.

Definitely the kind to lay his head on the toilet seat in between bouts of sickness.

Felix

General:

It hurts everyone to see him sick

The most emotionally sickie out of the group

DO NOT leave him alone he can't handle it.

really high fevers

I know everyone talks about this, but his back definitely acts up

-> Either it's from heaving, coughing, sneezing, or just inactivity, but his back really kills him, which just makes him more miserable and emotional :(

Obviously, his voice gets lower and raspier

Loves being in anyone else's room/clothes. The smells comfort him.

I also love the thought that he speaks almost solely in English when he's sick (Yes, ik this is a common headcannon too, but it's so cute.)

He's almost crying more than not when he's sick

His dreams aren't necessarily scary, but they're weird, so weird they freak him out, and he doesn't want to sleep.

Feix tries to hide when he's sick, but it's impossible for him, and all the members immediately see through him.

gets exhausted so quickly when he's sick

loves fuzzy socks

please play with his hair

His freckles look wrong against his pale skin

Snz:

He loves sitting in a shower or in a room with the shower running because the steam helps his congestion and the warmth feels so good.

-> The members make sure he does this moderation, because they can't afford to have his fever rise more.

Again, coughing/sneezing fits hurt his back so bad

Loves soup and teas, but he rarely has an appetite when he's sick

Loves being coddled.

His vision is so blurry

Makes little noises instead of speaking when his throat hurts

Stomach-related:

If he's standing or sitting on his knees when he's throwing up, he needs support. His knees and arms give out really easily

He has a really weak stomach

Loves it when someone holds his hair back

gets food poisoning really easily

dry heaves more than he actually productively heaves

He's so weak, his body is like jelly

always cries after throwing up, because his back hurts, and he's tired, etc

-> Probably makes him throw up again because he got so worked up

Gets sympathy sick

He loves having someone hold his hair back when he’s getting sick

Seungmin

General:

Hates not being able to sing bc of his throat

doesn't like being babied or fussed over but appreciates silent comfort and acts of service (Bringing him water, meds, etc)

another spacey boy

crashes hard, goes from being tired to coughing up a lung in an hour.

gets really bad heat flashes

sleeps ALOT

gets really bad headaches anytime he's sick, don't talk above a whisper around him

Says he can handle himself, and he can most of the time

Wants Changbin around him, but that's really it

Snz:

Can somehow cough for minutes on end, leaving him exhausted and achy.

-> He doesn't cry that much when he's sick, but this will make him

Has coughed so much that he's thrown up before

small quiet sneezes

On days he feels sick, he sleeps in SO MUCH longer than normal

->I feel like this would be the first sign for the members

His nose is completely stuffed

Pink, watery eyes.

Medicine knocks him out

Stomach-related:

He gets very head swimy when he's nauseous

I feel like he'd be one of the members who is the most afraid of throwing up; he just hates it and thinks it's embarrassing

Has terrible tremors after he throws up.

He gets fast, sporadic breaths when he feels nauseous

He gets overwhelmed when his body makes decisions for him

nauseous hiccups

does not want anyone around him when he's throwing up

Jeongin

General:

Another very spacey sickie

Very slurred speech

Doesn't want to bother his hyungs

-> Because of this, he'll do whatever they say

When someone is talking to him, he barely registers anything they say

mumbles

He instinctively cuddles anyone who's around him, and the members love it

His ears get really stuffy

He gets very clammy when he has a fever

Very shivery

Gets delirious when his fever his high, very jumpy

Snz:

Can't taste anything, and it makes him sad.

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Very sore and achy

He tenses when he sneezes and stays that way for seconds after

He rarely cries, but when he really doesn't feel well, he will cry.

Rarely speaks in complete sentences when his head hurts (mostly communicates through nods, etc.)

Stomach-related:

When a stomach bug hits, it hits hard and fast.

tries to push down the nausea until he can't

His vision is always blurry, has to hold onto to something at all times when he's standing

He has a high pain tolerance, but honestly just hates cramps or feeling sick to his stomach

Not emetophobic but he is scared of choking, so it is scary to him

After he throws up his body goes completly limp

I feel like he wouldn't be good at gauging when he'll actually throw up so it catches him by surprise

(A/N🐇: Hi guys! I know it's been a while, and I'm so sorry! Everything's been a little crazy, but hopefully I'll be back. Here's some headcannons! I'll probably add more, but yeah. Some of these headcannons are inspired by fics I've read or other headcannons I've seen! I hope you enjoy!)

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SNIFFLYSKZ MASTERLIST!!!

BANG CHAN:

LEE MINHO:

Laid to Rest

Surrounded

SEO CHANGBIN:

HWANG HYUNJIN:

HAN JISUNG:

Stay Right Here

LEE FELIX:

I'm here

Until Morning Comes

KIM SEUNGMIN:

Off Day

YANG JEONGIN:

don't leave...

OT8:

Sick headcannons

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The photos above are not mine! They are from Pinterest and belong to their owners.

CW: Snz, mentions of medication, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of fever

Word Count:801

Sickie(s):Yang Jeongin

Caretaker(s):Bang Chan

Summary: Chan thought it was a normal day in his and Jeongin's shared dorm, but it was not.

It was weird. Jeongin, who was usually bright-eyed and bushy-tailed by 9 am, hadn't even stepped out of his room. Chan, who was working on his laptop at the kitchen table, checked the time again. 12:00. 

The leader sighed. At first, he brushed it off as the maknae getting some much-needed rest. They had just come off tour and had a small break before their promotions started up again. But noon was still really late– almost too late, and Chan hadn’t even heard a sound from the youngest’s room all morning. 

Unease pulled at Chans' chest as he saved his work. He stood with a sigh and closed his laptop before heading down the hall. He knocked softly on Jeongin’s door but got no response. Muttering a small apology, he pushed it open. 

Once inside the dark and stuffy room, Chan noticed that in the center of the room, on the bed, there was a Jeongin-sized lump buried under multiple blankets. As Chan stepped closer, he noticed how flushed the others' cheeks and nose were. He carefully pushed sweaty bangs off the younger's forehead and laid his hand over it.

“Oh, honey…’ Chan whispered, and for the first time since he fell asleep last night, Jeongin stirred, “Mhn Hyung?” He whispered, voice hoarse. Chan gave a soft smile, “Yeah, it’s me, baby.” 

Jeongin tried to sit up just for something in his chest to shift, and sent him into a violent coughing fit. Chan quickly but softly pushed him to lean back against his headboard. “Easy, easy, you’re ok…” 

By the time he could get a breath in again, his shoulders were heaving up and down, and tears were beading in the corners of his eyes from the strain. “Hyungggg.” The boy whined pitifully, “I don’t feel good.” 

The oldest bit back a chuckle as he looked at the miserable boy. “I know, baby, I’m sorry you don’t feel well.” Chan kissed his hair and began to stand–just to feel a warm set of fingers wrap around his wrist. 

When Chan turned around, Jeongin was staring up at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes Chan had ever seen, causing him to almost melt. “Don’t leave,” The younger whispered out, his voice quiet and breaking at the edges. 

“Hey, Innie baby… I’ll be back, I promise. I was just gonna go get a few things.” He whispered, stroking his hand.“You’re burning up, and I want to get a reading on that,” though reluctant. Jeongin let go of Chan's hand and allowed him to leave the bedroom. 

Chan worked quickly, grabbing a thermometer, cough syrup, pain killers, tissues, a cooling pack, some crackers, and the youngest's water bottle filled with ice water. He softly knocked on the bedroom door, even though he knew the boy wouldn’t mind, before pushing it open. 

Jeongin was still curled in the same position Chan left him, his eyes were squeezed shut, probably to block out any light that maybe agitating the headache that Chan knew he had. Chan dumped all the items on the bedside table and softly rubbed his back. “Hey, love, can you sit up? Just for a minute?” 

Jeongin whimpered but complied, weakly leaning against the headboard again, fever-glazed eyes staring at his leader. Chan smiled, holding the thermometer up and slipping it under the sick boy's tongue. Jeongin's eyes were starting to flutter closed when the device beeped, startling him awake. Chan chuckled, “Sorry, love.” He took the thermometer and looked at the glowing red screen, “102.5(39.2).” Chans whispers, clicking his tongue. “No wonder you’re feeling so bad.” 

Jeongin just whimpered again when Chan held up a few crackers. He had no appetite, and his throat already felt raw. Chan stroked his clammy hand gently, trying to reassure the boy.. “I know, baby, but after you eat a little, you can take some medicine and start feeling better. That sounds nice, right?” The younger nodded, taking a small nibble of a cracker. 

Chan waited patiently as Jeongin struggled the cracker down. When he was finished, Chan poured the recommended dose of cough syrup and passed it over to the ill boy, surprised when he took it without protest. 

“Good job, baby, just take this and you’ll be able to rest,” Chan whispered and handed over the painkillers with his water. Jeongin took them quickly before lying back down, taking Chan's hand a pulling him down as well. Chan smiled, shocked that Jeongin was initiating the contact; he must really be feeling bad. 

Chan pulled the boy to his side, stroking his hair. He softly placed the cooling pack over his forehead, trying to ease the sick boy's headache. Jeongin’s eyes drifted shut, and in a sleepy mumble, he whispered, “I love you, hyung.” Chan smiled, his heartwarming. “I love you too, Innie.”

(A/N 🐇: Hi!!! I hope you enjoyed my first fic! I really enjoyed writing it. I’ve written other fics and had thought about opening a sickfic side blog for a while, but I'd been too scared. But I finally did it, and I'm so excited to write more. Anyway, thanks for reading, and feel free to send a request. I love writing them!! Make sure to eat some food and drink some water! Have an amazing morning/afternoon/evening. I love y’all!)

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REQUEST/BLOG RULES!

H!!! I know rules aren't very fun to read, so I'll try to keep it short and sweet, but please read before requesting!!

꩜ Disrespect of any kind will not be tolerated. If you intentionally disrespect me or the people interacting on my blog, you will be blocked immediately. Safety and happiness are something I take very seriously on this blog./

꩜ Please note that l am a student and do quite a few extraciriculars and my time is VERY limited, plese be kind.

꩜ Where i've dabbled into writting a little bit, I have never written sickfics before so keep that in mind. (However they were what got me into reading fanfics and Ive been reading them for like 6 years now.)

REQUESTING RULES!!

꩜ I will write: Snz, Emeto, and maybe more as time goes on, but as far as sickfics go, that's all I'm comfortable with right now, sorry.

꩜ I will not write: Scat, littlespace (This may change), anything smut or overly sexual, charter death.

꩜ This is NOT a kink blog! It’s just a blog so I can write hurt/comfort. As well as help deal with some of this things I go through in my real life.

꩜ Please note that this is new to me so many of my rules will change over time as l become more comfotable.

꩜ If you're nervous that a request may he violating these rules please go ahead and send it in if you want! I will let you know if I choose to not write it and the reason.

꩜ I always have a CW spot above the break so if I miss any warnings PLEASE let me know.

I think that's it for now! Thank you for stopping by!!